I...think I can come to terms with being a puppet. As long as it's to him. He doesn't see me as a puppet, I know, but...I think I can be happy with being his puppet. I'm okay with it. As long as he's happy, as long as he has everything that he wishes for...I'm alright with it.


( OMG emo lyrics that he's FEELING only replace the 'she' with he' )

Demyx, I need to speak with you. Now.

Darkness slowly stumbles back into Tseng's room, a sick grin still on his lips as he walks over towards the bed, sitting on it quietly, glancing around the room, looking for Tseng. After a moment, he laughs quietly as he eyes change back, Saix taking over and looking horribly confused at where he was again, looking over everything. For a moment, he pauses, as if listening to some invisible voice before groaning.

With a sigh, he fixes his pants and set his cloak and boots neatly beside the bed before curling up in it, clearly annoyed with whatever he had figured out and grumbling as he tries to fall asleep, wondering what Tseng will say when he finds him, much less if he tells him at all what has recently occured due to someone's nightly excursions.

...what have I done?

I find myself doing this as an experiment. I regret this already. The pain of causing it by one's own will is...almost unbearable. It hurts most in the fingers, if anything. I can't grip anything anymore, and it's already spreading to my forearm.

...In a few hours, I'm sure it'll have changed. I'd better leave before anyone finds me like this. The end product might be frightening, but the transformation is even worse.


If anything, I don't want him to see it again. Not anymore. Not to find some cure or anything to stop it. I can't do that. His shock from the last time...his pain from the last time still haunts me.

...why do I feel only around him?




Time grows short. I must leave for someplace where no one will ever think to find me.