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Disclaimer: The AWESOME Organization is DEAD (and Riku isn't).
A/N: This is NOT YAOI. Please understand that. They just are FRIENDS in my story, the plotbunny fit them, that's ALL. Skyblueangel, thanks for your reviews! Nami + Roku are so AWESOME, aren't they?
Demyx was extremely bored. When he was bored, he usually made up a song. But what to make one about? He thought for a few minutes. Generally, he tried to write about happy things, but he had discovered lately that he was running out of happy memories. So what else was there?
The Organization. A frown crossed the Melodious Nocturne's face. Abruptly, he got up from his chair, racing through the halls. Hoping he could find the person he was looking for.
Zexion had the biggest vocabulary of anybody Demyx knew. He was sure to know what the Nocturne wanted to know. The question was, would the Schemer actually tell Demyx, who he regarded as a nuisance?
Being himself, of course, this thought never occured to the sitar-playing member. So when he arrived in the library (which he had found merely by chance), he was surprised to hear Zexion stifle a groan.
"Demyx," the Cloaked Schemer said as pleasantly as could be expected of him. "What do you request today? Before you ask, incidentally, I would not find dying the Savage Nymph's hair enjoyable."
Demyx shook his head. "No..." he corrected in his whiniest tone. "It's-"
"Nor would I consider it 'fun' to short-sheet Roxas' bed," Zexion continued, "or to-"
The Melodious Nocturne interrupted again. "No!" he complained. "I just wanna know something. I'm bored. How many words do you know that have the word...or sound..." he furrowed his brow, "...'ex'...in them."
The Schemer looked up from his book for the first time. "And just why would you want to know that?" His voice actually vaguely reminded Demyx of the tone Larxene used right before she drove her kunai into you, but the musical member carried on.
"I wanted to write a song," he explained. Zexion considered this for a long moment. Demyx's legs were getting rather sore from standing, waiting for a reply.
Finally, wordlessly, the Cloaked Schemer walked across the room. Demyx followed, marvelling at all the books. He knew that Zexion, Larxene, Vexen, and even Axel had read a lot of these books. He couldn't imagine doing that. It took him forever just to finish one, and most of them were so...dull! It was like a song, only with no beat, just lyrics!
Zexion pulled out a book and flipped through the pages, extracting a loose sheet. Without glancing at the Melodious Nocturne, he handed it to him, walked across the room, and sat back in his chair.
"Thanks!" Demyx called, walking in a way that could only be described as bouncing. He looked down at the first word. Nonexistent.
"Are we nonexistent?"
Once more, an expression of agitation on his face, Zexion looked up. "Yes," he murmured, his look softening and becoming sorrowful. "We are."
A/N: It's just so easy to write Organization angst...sighs