Chapter one-poke

(Demii's POV)

Sometimes, when you enter someplace new, your whole personality changes. I'm the biggest example. See, as we know, I'm a bubbly and extroverted individual (I SAID A BIG WORD! 00). I like to have fun and things like that. But when I was first put into the Organization, I was really shy. I mean, REALLY shy. So shy it was ridiculous---I was constantly flustered and was afraid to do anything, thinking no one would let me live down my mistakes. Irrational fear, I know.

Any who, for a long time, I didn't talk to any of the members. In fact, I really avoided a lot of them. Totally weird for me to say, I know. But…I can still remember that day.

I knew that Axel and Roxas had had this relationship. It never really seemed good on the outside to me though. Almost one sided really. Axel was all over Roxas, and Roxas….well, he just didn't really care and generally sighed in annoyance whenever Axel huggled him. It made me kind of sad really.

Moving on, one day, Roxas just up and left, claiming no one would miss him. This killed Axel. I remember walking up to him while he was sulking in the hallway. He had literally died inside, and it was killing me.

"Poke."

He looked up at me sadly, leveling his gaze when I sat beside him. "…hi…"

I shifted, trying to thin k of something to say. I knew anything I said wouldn't make things better, but it was worth a try. "Sorry…but he didn't seem all that happy."

"What…what happened…?"

I shrugged, not really knowing Axel all that well. "Sometimes, people do things because they don't want to admit things to be true. OR they want it to be true, but can't." I sighed, seeing his face sadden. "Sorry…I didn't mean to…I'm not much help, am I?"

A small smile came to his face. "Meh. You're alright. You're right, Demyx. I knew…but I refused to admit it…."

I smiled. "At least I'm of some help, instead of seeing you be angsty. I can't stand seeing you like that."

Lime irises stared at me. "Why?"

I blinked my own sapphire orbs, not sure how to answer. I didn't know why I said it, actually. "I…I dunno…"

We stared for a moment, before he smiled more, making my cheeks flush, though I didn't understand why at the time. I felt that feeling you get when you think you have butterflies in your stomach---it's slightly nauseating, but not unpleasant. I myself had never felt this way, though I recognized it from my other, Dyme. Getting flustered, I stood up quickly, and bowed respectfully. "Just…feel better soon, okay?" With that, I ran to my room, slamming the door and leaning upon it, my heart doing a frantic rabbit-dance in my chest. I got that nauseating feeling around him all the time, but I'd never let myself slip. It wasn't allowed. We weren't allowed to be happy. That was an unsung rule we all knew.

There was a gentle tap on the door to my back. "Dem?" My breathing hitched, hearing Axel's voice, realizing I'd left him abruptly without and explanation. And it filled me with guilt. "Demyx, you okay? You seem more out of it than usual."

I flipped the door open, my face doused in crimson, his piercing gaze staring blankly at me, confused. OMFG it was so kyute! I looked away, trying, though feebly, to hide my blush. "S….Sorry, I….I just don't feel all that well all the sudden…" I moved to shut the door again, but he held it open. Seemingly fragile arms…so strong…It shocks me, even to this day. He stepped in without invitation, sitting on my bed calmly. Shyly, I followed after, sitting beside him, feeling stupid because it was MY room, and I was acting as if I was in someone else's. "Yeah…so…"

"Thank you."

More blood rushed to my cheeks. "For what? I haven't done anything." My voice had hit a higher pitch than I had anticipated, and I winced.

Axel shrugged. "Being so loveable, I guess."

"…" That did it. My being froze. For a moment, I thought I'd die. No one ever took notice of me. Had he been watching this whole time? "………thank you………"

With that, Axel stood up. "You're welcome." He motioned to leave, but something hit me. A grabbed his wrist quickly, pulling him back and pulling him off balance. This was a mistake because he fell atop me on the bed. We just stared for a moment, realizing slowly what just happened. But something then seized me. Almost hesitantly, I kissed him. It was brief, but meant over a million things. He then got up, smiled sheepishly, and began to leave. Before he shut my door however, he turned and said, "Same time tomorrow?" And it filled me with glee, at which I nodded.