A/N: Well, here I am yet again with a Demyx/Saïx fic to share with you all. They seem to be my new crack!pairing obsession. -shrugs- What's an authoress to do?
Warnings: This story contains shonen-ai/yaoi. Yes, that means boy/boy relationships. If you don't like it, don't read it. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows, or given to my pyromaniac sister.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Kingdom Hearts 2, or any of the characters, plots, or themes therein. I am merely authoring a story for the pleasure of writing, and am making no profit whatsoever from this story.
That having been said, on to the story!
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It was by pure coincidence that Saïx ever discovered the joy that watching Demyx's hands gives him.
There are the things he sees them doing every day - gesturing animatedly in discussion with one of the other Organization members, or going about simple tasks in the castle; all little moments that he once took for granted, but now knows better than to do so.
There are a thousand ways or more than they express emotion; he once thought he could memorize them all, but he gave up long ago on that cause. And now, as he sees through the simple clench of one fist in anger, or the curling of those slim fingers in uncertainty, he is glad of that. He appreciates the variety of ways in which they speak.
Occasionally, he sees Demyx looking at his own hands, the expression on the other's face unreadable. It is as if the blonde questions his existence, or this fragile non-existence that the Nobodies build when they are created.
Those are the times when, more than anything, Saïx wants to take those hands in his own, and somehow make the doubt go away.
But at the same time, he doesn't think he can.
And then there are the times when he sees those hands so gently strumming the strings of Demyx's sitar; these are the times when the motions seem to be most genuine, smooth and uninterrupted by anything. And yet these times are also some of the most expressive. Saïx can't be sure why, but he loves these moments more than most of the few things he holds dear to him.
And for nearly as long as he has known Demyx, that is simply the way it has been.
Over time, he has learned that those hands can do many more things than he first noticed. His memories of soothing touches, light caresses, they are all priceless in his mind; they are among the things he is sure he will never let go of, even when he disappears for the last time from this world.
His most precious memory, though, is not of solely the hands themselves. He can even remember now, and doubts he will ever forget - those hands being twined so affectionately with his own.
It was so simple a gesture at the time, but he vividly recalls each detail; he will never let any part of this memory slip away. And the true beauty of it, was looking up, and seeing the smiling face behind those hands. It is the most wonderful thing he can ever remember seeing.
Saïx loves watching Demyx's hands - but even though he may never say it, he has always loved watching Demyx more.
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Yes, I know, it's rather short compared to some of my other works - but I figure if enough people leave positive reviews, I may post more of my one-shots of this pairing.
Reviews happy equals authoress. Happy authoress equals more fics. Hope you all enjoyed reading.