Hello again! This fic is for Yukayuka, as a thank you for reviewing my other fanfiction 'Maroon' (she reviewed while logged into her shared account :D). I'm offering 300-500 word drabbles to the next 8 people to review it, since I'm in a good mood and reviews make my day. :D See my profile for details.
Yukayuka requested RoxDem/Roxyx/insertshipnamehere, so without further ado :D...:
Summary: Sometimes Demyx wishes he was a better fighter. Other times he's glad he's not.
(Spoilerish, kinda.)
Musing
Demyx doesn't like to dwell to much on things. He figures there are better things he can be doing; fun things. Of course being in Organization XIII means he has hardly any free time in the first place. Running around turning strong-hearted people into nobodies takes a lot of time; for Demyx it takes even longer.
A strong heart doesn't necessarily equal a strong nobody, one of the others had remarked. Luxord, he thought. Figures that it would be the weirdo gambler who doesn't fight either that would complain. Demyx thinks that's irony, but he's not really sure. That's something else he doesn't really care about.
He has fun though, when he's not fighting. None of the others can perform like Demyx can, or dance like Demyx can.
And, of course, none of the others have Roxas.
Demyx smiles- a silly, happy smile. Roxas is one person he doesn't mind dwelling on.
He pauses in his dressing and turns, glancing at the blond head peaking out the top of the blankets, face buried deep in the pillow. He can see limbs sprawled out beneath the sheets, and suddenly his smile turns to a smirk.
He definitely doesn't mind dwelling on Roxas. All the times he's spent with Roxas are etched into his memory, from the normal to the X-rated.
For a moment he wonders if it's wrong he likes the latter best, before deciding that if it is he doesn't want to be right.
His eyes stay fixed on Roxas as he bends down for the zipper on his jacket. After a moment he has to look down- the zip simply isn't working. He frowns when he sees the broken metal, but the smirk doesn't take too long to come back.
When Roxas wants something, nothing gets in his way- not people and certainly not leather jackets.
Demyx shrugs the coat back off his shoulders, knowing he can pick up a new one when he needs to. Being careful not to wake Roxas, he sits back down on the edge of his bed and eyes the teenager a little more closely. The faint bruise he sees forming just below the right ear is extremely gratifying, and he has to bite back a giggle.
Quiet noises begin to filter through his door from the corridor, and he realises that the others are off on their missions for the day. They would tease him later about the lack of trust their leader has in him, but he finds he doesn't care.
He drags his nails lightly down Roxas' back, catching the blanket and pulling it away too, beaming at the grumbling noises his actions cause.
No, he doesn't care at all.
Because he knows Roxas hasn't been assigned anything either.
Hope you liked it, Yuka!
And anyone else that read, I hope -you- like it too. :D
Nickel
