Redone. Whoopdie-freaking-doo.

Warnings: Shonen-ai, AU, OOC.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.

Summary: They all thought you were weak. They all thought wrong.

Ironic

Everyone had always thought that you were the weak one. But oooh, were they wrong. You were strong. Stronger than strong. Because you were stronger than the strongest boy on the island! Amazing really, because everyone always called you a pansy. Sure, you weren't physically strong. But you were stronger than most, unlike what everyone else thought. It was just in a completely different way.

You were emotionally strong. No one really noticed it. No one but him. The boy with the silver hair that seemed to flow like water. The silver-haired boy noticed you were stronger than everyone! Because he always came to you for help. It wasn't for a while, really. But one day you saw him crying on the dock, and you walked up to him and sat with him and offered him a shoulder to cry on. He accepted it, and now he relies on you. He's physically strong, but emotionally unstable. He needs you. You're the anchor in his life. You're what keeps him from breaking. And it sickens you, because he should be the one protecting you, not the other way around. But then you find that you like the fact that he relies on you. Because you never had anyone need you like he needs you.

Of course, I noticed that you were strong, too. But what could I do? I was, not only your sister, but a spirit that was watching over you. Waiting for you to find someone that needed you like I had. …But that's beside the point, isn't it? We were talking about him, not me.

Right. So, he needed you. He needed you in an entirely different way than I had. He needed you to, not only protect him, but love him. And he constantly reminded you of that, with the way he sulked around and only smiled when you gave him a reason to. Or sometimes you didn't even need to give him a reason. Sometimes he'd just look into your soft, baby blue eyes and smile because you were still there. And that was good enough for you, because you knew that he realized that no one would ever love him like you loved him. And that made you feel so much better than you've felt in a long time.

You realized that yes, he likes to clean. And he likes to bake. But when he bakes, he tends to get it all over himself. And you clean him up, and he smiles as you rub away the batter that's on his face. And you're both pretty much make a perfect picture! Weak and strong. Light and Dark. Funny though, because the darkness is weaker than the light. And most people perceive that the light would be weaker than the dark.

And when people start picking on you, he gets upset. So you yell at them for making him upset, and they're surprised, because they think he should be yelling at them for upsetting you. Not you yelling at them for upsetting him. And anyway, it's not like they can understand that you love him that much. They just… Well, they couldn't. It's like with Sora and Axel. They'll never get how you two hooked up, how you fell in love, or why the one that's supposed to be weaker is protecting the one that's supposed to be stronger. But that's life. It's just the way it is. Just the way you like it.

Someone finally needs you, needs your love. And that's all you've ever really wanted.

Hey Riku?

Hmm… What is it, Demyx?

I'll take care of you. I promise.

…Thanks Demyx. That… Makes me feel better.

That's what I'm here for.

'Love you, Demyx.

Oh my goodness, I think that was horrible. But I wanted to type it up. Uber spur of the moment. Aaaaand… I wanted to write a Demiku. And I totally did! . Right, anyways…

Review. Even if it killed you to read this story.

…Pwease?

-''Rissa