Demyx's teeth chattered as he gazed up at Kingdom Hearts. He moved his arms up and down, trying to let the friction warm up his body but leather wasn't really the best thing to be wearing since it was much too thin to keep out the cold for longer than a second.
He wanted to go inside but he was put on look-out duty for the night. And it just so happened that it was the coldest month in history.
Demyx jumped up and down until a voice stopped him.
"Number Nine? Just what in Kingdom Hearts are you doing?"
The Melodious Nocturne turned several shades of red, turning his frozen face warm again, and whirled around to look at the Superior sheepishly.
"Um, Good evening, sir…" he mumbled, looking down. He was probably the only neophyte in Thirteenth Order to never challenge any of the Original Members of the Order.
The Superior nodded at him curtly then turned his head up to look at the giant heart that would give each Order member a heart of their own.
"Soon, Demyx, soon Kingdom Hearts will give us what we lust for," the Superior rambled to him. But Demyx knew that Xemnas was only referring to him just so he can talk about Kingdom Hearts some more, while the sitar player himself shivered and quaked in the cold.
The cold was unbearable, and Demyx wished that there was a way to escape it. But Nothing was cold, always had been, always--
Two large arms embraced the Melodious Nocturne, pulling it into a broad chest. A hand moved up and down his back, friction bringing warmth to him quickly. Demyx looked up only to grow even sixty degrees hotter when he realized the Superior.
His elder was still looking to Kingdom Hearts as he said, "And until Kingdom Hearts is complete…I'll look after you…"