The bet; part 1

May I...?

Something more then a one-shot for once. Hope you like my little betting-idea. I don't own K-H, but if I get the chance to it, I'll let you know.

'I spy...' 'Dusk' Axel yawned and leaned back in his chair. 'Demyx, you keep describing this dusk for the last six rounds. That's boring.' He glance through the room and finally said: 'I spy with..' 'Roxas. Nine rounds 'til now.'

Both turned their heads towards said nobody, but the young blond seemed to already have overheard his name, because he turned the volume of his Mp-player up. Axel briefly wondered wether Roxas would become deaf by trying to ignore him. He closed his eyes, feeling hurt, useless and left alone.

All the flurry wanted, was this little blond to smile at him, showing that he was loved back or at least agreeable- to- be- with. A simple plan, you might think, but that didn't seem to work out, all he had gotten was: 'Stop annoying me pyromanic jerk.' Love hurts. Like a bitch. A very sadistic, larxenelike, bitch with a wip. Not that Axel was that against wips, but Larxen and a wip...(O.o mental-image) Okay, let's go on with the story, shall we?

Demyx hated people beeing depressed. Who would entertain him now? He thought of a way to comfort for quiet some time. A pity, that all of the ideas just sounded bad, nasty or violent, exept for the stupid one he decide to choose in the end.

He poked Axel's shoulder until he was sure, he had his attention and asked: 'Hey Ax, may I hug you?' Green eyes flashed open, suprised. 'Uhm.. what?' The sandbrown-haired nobody blushed a bit and repeated: 'May I hug you? You know.. I thought, maybe it makes you feel better.' He smiled, a very embarrassed look on his face. 'I should have picked the nasty idea, I knew it.' he thought, regretting his try to cheer VIII up.
Axel's eyes were stuck on him, not sure if Demyx was kidding or not. Then suddenly, he burst out laughing, loud enought even to reach Roxas' tortured ears. The key of destiny sighed and turned the music up a bit more. Now he was definatly deaf, but the flurry had something else on his mind, so he could not worry about that. It was maybe just a fake and desperate laugh, but it made him feel better for a short time. More like the person he was not able to be.

Finally, Axel had calmed down enough to breath properly again. He asked between two giggles: 'You're not actually believing, somebody would answer you: 'yes please.'? God Demyx, that's... hilarious. Pathetic but hilarious'.

The watermage pouted, eyes big and watery. Now he was sure: Axel was a big meanie. 'Is not. If you don't want help, I'll never offer it to you again.' Still shaking from laughters, the firestarter answered: 'Hey, don't be mad. You just suprised me, got it memorized?' He had settled to grinning like a maniac by now, because number VIII had had an idea (and was gratefull for the chance to use got-it-memorized). A diabolic idea, that lead (a certain nobody) directly into trouble.

Unaware of his fate, Demyx smiled his happy-happy-joy-joy-smile again, tears vanished in seconds. Axel was in a good mood for a change, so he didn't want to spoil that. Mostly it ment something interesting was about to happen.

Proud of his little 'victory against grumpyness' he added to himself: 'Mission: Complette. Go Demyx- go Demyx!' 'Uhm Demyx, why are you talking to yourself?' Axel began to once more question the others sanity, but still. There was a nasty idea in store and he hated to wait: 'Anyway Dem. You're of for a little bet?' The blond nobody thought about the question and said 'Sure, as long as it doesn't include me getting hurt, beaten up or tied to something. 'I spy..' started to annoy the shit out of me.' he fixed Axel with a questioning expression on his face: 'What kind of bet's on your mind?'

'A really simple one. You just said, somebody would actually like your may-I-hug-you-line. If you can proof that to me, you win. Sounds OK?' That sounded truely okay for a change, but there had to be something like a hidden meaning or a trap. It would not be the firemage's suggestion, if not. Demyx wanted to know some details, before he would decide. The more time you spend with Axel, the carefuller you got, and he had just spend the whole afternoon with said nobody. Suspiciously, he asked: 'How do you want me to proof that? Like: Hey Superior, sorry to disturb you, but may I hug you? Just if you got enought time, of course.' That thought caused Axel's grin to grow even more. (It was indeed almost exactly, what he had planned.) He was eager to see how things would turn out.

'Of course not. I just thought, you get a deadline of a day or so, to make everybody in the whole castle answer the question with a yes. Or at least something you can count as one. How you make them say that, is left to you. Alright do we have a deal?' Unable to find the second meaning of that bet, Demyx agreed, after he asked: 'If I win, can I wish myself something of you?' 'Sure, but same thing counts for me, right?'

Now, that they had set up the rules, Demyx stressed himself. He got of the couch he was sitting on, almost tripping over some cushions and left the room, planning and grinning. Axel was so getting in trouble if he could do that. And to him, there was no doubt about that.

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Xemnas spend the day in his room, working on last weeks reports. At the moment, Marluxia's tale of a lost flower kept him busy. God knows how the flowerboy was able to write a tragedy like that in Midgar, even if you ignore the fact that the report was supposed to be about heartless. He was impressed. Confused but impressed.

It ment extra work to search for the few usefull sentences in about nineteen pages, but the storys Marluxia wrote made up for that. He would never confess it, but Xemnas wanted to know how the story would go on and how the pink haired man would continue it in a world like, for example Spira or Traverse town.

Currently, the flower was only minutes away from death, struggling for water. The Superior was focused on the sheet of paper in his hands when he heard a strange knocking sound. Damn. Just like advertising in an actionmovie. The door opened and the Melodious Nocturne walked in. Xemnas was suprised that he was neither dripping wet nor burning. Well, that was quite a positive sign. 'Now, number nine. Do you have an urgent problem?' Demyx smiled nervously while talking: 'No, but I am working on some kind of... experiment that requires your help.'

That was almost the last thing, the Superior would have expected. (The real last thing was a thought including sugar-high moogles, a deadly rubberduckie and Saìx wearing a dress)

He glanced up on the still standing nobody in front of his desk and waited for a giant explosion or the end of all worlds. Something was disturbingly wrong.

'So, can I count on you, Sir?' Demyx smiled at the blank expression, his superior's face showed. 'Excuse me, but: May I hug you?' All Xemnas' confused brain could make up, was a slight nod, but as long as it could be taken as a yes, IX didn't mind. He bend over the desk between them and briefly hugged his shocked superior. Seconds later, he was gone and Xemnas finally seemed to have remembered how to breath.

'I'd better check, wether Saìx is wearing a dress.' he said to himself.

Meanwhile, Demyx acted in his own computergame-like way of celebrating, means he mumbled: 'Misson one: success. 12 Left. Go Demyx, go Demyx.' the whole way up to his next victim's room.

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Xigbar was lying on one of the balconys, the castle had. He was not thinking of anything bad, in fact he was too tired and exhausted to even move.

At the moment, the freeshoter stared at some rainclouds. 'Bloody cats.' Xigbar's body felt like he had recently been hitten by a car. Who knew these aristocats were a bunch of violant little furballs? Well, Xemnas of course, it had surely happened somehow like this: Oh, there's a stupid, hurting and depressing mission. Where's Xigbar?
'Bloody bastard.' he added silently. In order to calm down, II watched more clouds. There was one that looked like.. a cloud. Oh, and there. Another one. How amazing. If there was a god somewhere up there, that happened to not look like a cloud, Xigbar was praying he would have mercy on him and kill him. Or give him a potion and an aspirin, so he could leave the stupid balcony.

Why did he have to be stupid enough to come out here and slip? And worse of all, he was not able to get up. Or maybe, he didn't wanted to get up. Depends on, who was asking. Oh look. Another cloud-cloud. Aw.

'Hey Xiggy.' Unable to move his poor, scratched body, Xigbar just answered: 'Hey kiddo.' Demyx sat down next to the freeshoter. He blinked. 'You're not dead, are you?'

That sounded like a challenge. Carefully, II sat up and murmured: 'Nope, but definitly close to it.' He forced his usual smile back on his face, replacing the pain. 'See? Now, what's the matter?'

Seconds passed, but the nocturne did'nt said a thing. He just sat there and... blushed? 'Hey, lil' dude? Anyone home??' Xigbar asked concerned.

'Uhm.. yes' Demyx gulped. After a small, unsure smile he laid his arms around the older nobody, nuzzling his nose into the dark hair. Well, that was unexpected. The freeshooter froze, not understanding the whole situation. But he had to confess, it was better that watching cloud-clouds all day long, no matter what the reason for IX's behavior was. A low voice next to Xigbar's ear caused him to twitch. Too many suprises in a minute are not good, he thought.

'Xiggy? May I hug you?' The gunner grinned. 'You're allready crushing my rips. How'm I supposed to say no?' With that, he earned a small chuckle.They spend some time, just sitting on the floor like this. It felt strange, but IX seemed to be healing Xigbar through this touch. He was glad, noone else had powers like this, or else he would be forced to cuddle random people more often.

As suddenly, as he had started the embrace, Demyx got up. He took a small bottle from his cloak and gave it to II, Potion written on it. There he was, the mysterious non-cloud-god! 'Here, as a Thank-you. Now you're my favorite gunman.' A sparkling and sweet smile, causing every bishi to turn green from envy later, the watermage waved a symbolic goodbye. 'Gotta go. See ya Xig and get well.'

Xigbar watched him summon his portale and did'nt even care, when Demyx started humming a simple hm - hmhm – tune. (How come I know, what the lyrics are?) He had a potion, was able to move his body and there was a cloud that actually looked like a sheep. Could life get even better?

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Demyx had spend a lot of time, searching for the whirlwind lancer. There were too many spots to hide in that stupid castle. In the end, he found him taking a nap in his room. The watermage was not sure why he had not been searching here before, maybe because of the weapons pinned on every wall? Most likely. All these spears, swords and blades-on-strange-sticks made him feel nervous. Demyx shuddered. He was a bit afraid of the lancer so he didn't want to offend him. Even without a heart, you still have the urge to survive.

Carefully, the blond nobody tiptoed through the room, avoiding everything sharp, dangerous and squeeky (there was a rubberduckie lying around for some reason).

He reached the bed, fortunatly without stabbing himself and kneeled down next to it. Loud snoring had companied his way, but now he was almost unable to hear is own thoughts. At least it showed, that Xaldin was asleep. And Demyx saw his chance.

He wispered: 'Xaldy? May I hug you?' unhearable to everybody. But Xaldin beeing the nobody (bad joke again) he was, noticed something. The snoring stopped and was replaced by some undefinated mumbling, sounding like: 'Hmm...whshfinjOKdjncijn.' After that, III continued peacefully. Whatever it was, it contained ok, so Demyx decided to ignore the rest.

That was the moment, the trouble began. Catlike, he crawled over the his sleeping fellow-nobody. He held onto both sides of the bedframe and prayed Xaldin had a good sleep. After holding his breath and praying even more, the watermage bend down, briefly touching the lancer's chest with his own. The snoring kept going.

Demyx had won. Yay. Unable to supress it, he mumbled: 'Go Demyx, go Demyx.' totally ignoring that he was still only inches away from a certain, very agressive windmage. But don't you worry, he was reminded soon. By? Guess who.

'THE HELL?..' Xaldin had summoned his spears and was starring at IX half shocked, half confused. Why was the jerk next to him IN HIS BED? All he could remember,was taking a short and relaxed nap and suddenly Demyx had fallen down out of nowhere.

They met each other's gazes, both analyzing the scenario. Xaldin, who was not sure if he was awake or not and Demyx, who was desperatly seraching for way to escape. But all his brain gave him was: 'You're so screwed, beg for your life.' Damn you traitorous mind, the musician thought, short before hitting his head to make that voice stop.
Slowly backing of, he got up. It was just like talking to a dog. Never show him your back and never look into his eyes. But ordinary dogs can not create giant wind-dragons when they are pissed, so he added as calm as possible: 'Nothing the hell. I was just wondering how uhm.. far this and that side of your bed were apart.' Great lie Demy, what's next? A hug? Oh yeah, we already had that.

Carefully, Demyx moved out of the way of a close spear. 'Appearantly it's this.' he held his hands up, some random distance away. 'So, well, thank you and goodbye.' He vanished.

Seconds later, a confuzed Xaldin decided to stop drinking before sleeping. It made strange things happen.

end chapter one. Please review if you likeed it, flames are welcome too. c ya.

This capter was dedicated to my lovely wife and best friend Manu.