67 Percent: Demyx didn't know of Sora's progress reawakening, but about the time it hit 67 he had figured something out; Larxene was dead, Axel was a traitor, and Roxas was one lucky bastard.
Tears: He'd always been told Nobodies don't cry, they don't have feelings, so he'd always explained it as being rain; after the incident at Castle Oblivion he knew people were starting to suspect him when he tried his excuse when coming back from Agrabah.
Multitasking: It was times like these Demyx was glad he learned how to play piano; he could have both his computer and Larxene on his desk and get two things finished at once.
Pen and Paper: Writing music was an art in and of itself, and probably the reason why he and Namine got along so well: Of course, it was probably also the reason they could compare kunai marks at the same time- everyone knew Larxene was terrible at art, and it showed in the messy scabs and scars scrawled across their flesh.
Solitude: He'd never really been lonely before; it had always been he and her sitting on Memory's Skyscraper, watching the almost permanent thunderstorm rage overhead. Now, it was he alone in the rain, with the lightning missing from the clouds.
Cat: Demyx had always been a dog person; they were energetic, friendly, and always loyal, and he somewhat envied them for that: Larxene, however, had always struck him as a cat-person; she was fickle, stealthy, and didn't seem to care about anything. But he knew better: you just had to find the right spot to scratch her.
Tower: The Alter of Naught had always been one of Xemnas' No Trespassing zones- if you didn't have business there, then you didn't go: But oh how much fun the two of them had desecrating every square inch of that platform; Demyx still snickered every time he saw Xemnas sit on the far west edge.
Sacrifice: Sometimes, Demyx wondered why in the world Larxene had picked him of the Thirteen members of the Organization; there were so many others that were stronger, smarter, better looking... taller... and then one day the answer smacked him right in the face as he threw away his old record collection: He would give up everything to be with her, and, the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had.
Heal: And lo, he realized, staring at his sore and battered body one morning, he was never going to try grabbing Larxene's ass in public without a well-stocked supply of potions on hand again.
Playing the Melody: He was a musician, it was through his skilled fingers he could manipulate any instrument to do his bidding, bring forth wonderful sounds that everyone liked; so why was it every time he was with Larxene it was him making all the noise?
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A/N: Totally worth it. xp