Corner.
Headphone does not own KH! (Sadly)
Demyx was in a bind. A really big one too, almost bigger then the times in which he would somehow or another forget at random times how to play his instrument- which was usually when he was pressured. He wasn't sure wither it was because of his lack of thinking ahead, or just the fact that he was generally stupid. Either way, he was in major trouble because something wrong had happened and he just knew that Axel or someone else was bound to come in and harass him.
He knew someone or another was bound to come in and see him in nothing but a pair of boxers and an oversized red, almost maroon, cloak that was purely made for someone who was definitely not the young musician.
The reason for that, was the far-too-large cloak belonged to a single , who was currently in the Musician's bathroom trying to find the light switch.
This was really a huge bind on Demyx's part. Though the main issue was only there if the person at hand was considering that the room in which Demyx decided to sit himself in smelled of sweat and other such things that the sandy-haired male preferred not mention.
Needless to say, if the superior where to figure out what was going on between the young –incompetent- musician, and one of the organization's subjects, someone's head would roll in ways that would leave blood on the floor, which, to Demyx, was not at all high on his priority list. What was high on his list, however, was getting out of this mess without anyone figuring out, especially Zexion, who would have his little non-existent heart shattered.
"Shit." Was all Demyx had thought of, before the bedroom door was soon thrown open, replaced by a single pink-haired male who seemed to be the least bit fazed over Demyx's present state. "What do you want, Marluxia?" Demyx asked, trying his hardest to keep his verbal levels as even as possible, and taking a few classes on acting back when he existed, was able to pull it off better then the person in the bathroom would have been able to.
"Breakfast is ready." Was all Marluxia had to say before actually processing anything, and he quickly pulled a face that wasn't disgusted, but was actually that of the endearing, or even caring -almost motherly- category. "When did you get that cloak, it's cute on you since you're so tiny." Demyx swore that his heart, if he had one, had stopped beating for a few moments, finding that as soon as Marluxia had exclaimed that, Auron, the one who it truly belonged to, emerged from the bathroom, his face looking a bit tired, and his features showing something that wasn't quiet understandable.
"Who is this, Demyx?"
The silence after that was thick, and ever Marluxia, the only one of the Organization who had found himself having affairs with him – since he was truly a narcissistic being- had grown uncomfortable enough to leave with a quick 'good luck, little Demy', leaving the poor sandy-haired musician to fend for himself.
And Demyx found himself trying to fend off yet another bind.
THE END.
(CRACK COUPLES AND ONE SHOTS GALLORE!)