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Everyone assumed that Demyx was sunshine and lollipops all the time. That the care free often lazy boy was weak and cowardly. Truth be told he was neither. He hated killing even if he&#8217;d been forced to even before he&#8217;d lost his heart. And if people wanted to believe that because he controlled music and water that he was weak then so be it. They never thought of the possibility of drowning on land, or having their eardrums vibrated with sound they couldn&#8217;t hear til the point their brains erupted. No, no one really thought much about the utterly destructive capabilities the smiling boy had. Then again no one saw him train either. When he was alone in the pool rushing over its surface like he was running on solid ground. Or dashing and manipulating water as he rushed through cyclones of water he made himself. No one ever saw the way he experimented with other liquids. Moving juice or milk about the kitchen as he got himself a snack. Cutting his own hand trying to figure out how to harden the iron in his blood to make a more effective weapon.  He hated violence with a passion. But he was surrounded by dangerous violent people, and the more ways he knew how to defend himself the better. And if he ended up having to hurt someone it would be kind of funny to see the looks on their faces when they realized who did it.

Everyone assumed that Demyx was sunshine and lollipops all the time. That the care free often lazy boy was weak and cowardly. Truth be told he was neither. He hated killing even if he’d been forced to even before he’d lost his heart. And if people wanted to believe that because he controlled music and water that he was weak then so be it. They never thought of the possibility of drowning on land, or having their eardrums vibrated with sound they couldn’t hear til the point their brains erupted. No, no one really thought much about the utterly destructive capabilities the smiling boy had.

Then again no one saw him train either. When he was alone in the pool rushing over its surface like he was running on solid ground. Or dashing and manipulating water as he rushed through cyclones of water he made himself. No one ever saw the way he experimented with other liquids. Moving juice or milk about the kitchen as he got himself a snack. Cutting his own hand trying to figure out how to harden the iron in his blood to make a more effective weapon. 

He hated violence with a passion. But he was surrounded by dangerous violent people, and the more ways he knew how to defend himself the better. And if he ended up having to hurt someone it would be kind of funny to see the looks on their faces when they realized who did it.

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Don't let go You've got the music in you One dance left This world is gonna pull through Don't give up You've got a reason to live Can't forget you only get what you give