Demyx let out a happy sigh as he buried his hands in the moist, fertile earth. His entire body seemed to sing at the contact, and he smiled. A single blue-gray blossom shot up from the place where his hands met the soil. It was the same flower that he had first created when he had been granted with the gift. The petals were blue-gray, with a single line of bright blue running down the center of each individual petal. It was them, together. Demyx called it the Zemyx, and he grew them wherever he could. He liked to think that he was leaving their mark all over the mortal realm. He was telling their story.
He had been working hard, every day all day, to fix what Marluxia had done to the mortal realm. He had focused primarily on food, making sure that there was more then enough for everyone. After that, though, he had focused on fixing the ravaged landscape. Fields, flowers, and trees popped up everywhere at Demyx's slightest whim. He had returned the land to its former glory and, he liked to think, maybe even made it better.
He looked down at the one flower, smiled, and just like that, the empty lot he crouched in burst out in colorful petals of all colors. Pinks, blues, oranges, purples and reds. It was beautiful.
Demyx glanced over as he heard a delighted laugh, making sure that he was invisible to mortal eyes as he watched. A young girl was dragging an older teenage girl through the flowers, her eyes sparkling in excitement. He was glad to see that they would enjoy his gift. He slipped away quietly, heading back to his little cottage home on the edge of Olympus. He was tired, and he thought that he deserved the rest.
The next day, Demyx hopped excitedly in his seat. Finally, finally, he would see Zexion again! After six months of never-ending work! But none of that mattered now, because he was going back!
He felt the car start to decline and eventually, it landed. He glanced out the window and saw the Styx, and a few yards down, Axel and Roxas were lounging, together and happy. Demyx threw open the car door and got out. He took in a breath of the once-familiar air and smiled.
He heard a crescendo of barks, smiling as he saw Cerberus racing toward him, all three tongues lolling out of mouths in excitement. His grin grew wider as he saw who trailed a few feet behind the dog. He slammed the car door shut and threw himself in to Zexion's waiting arms.
It was wonderful to be home.