Chapter One- No Rooms Left for No. 9

It was a let down, really. No one had the slightest idea of what Xemnas was going to do with this worthless Nobody. He had no combat skills whatsoever, and when he was assigned a recon mission, he was simply bad at it. His vocabulary drove Zexion insane. He was wearing thin on having to constantly correct him in terms of grammar and made up words that had no meaning. Worst of all, he had to share a room with one of the remaining eight.

Even though Zexion saw it pointless, they agreed to draw straws. Just my luck, thought Zexion, I have the shortest one.

While the others laughed at poor Zexion, Demyx was plucking the strings of his sitar. He decided not to talk to them, because he always said something at the wrong time, or just didn't say anything right, according to Zexion. Demyx had been sleeping on the large sofas of the grey room, articles of clothing tucked away in a small box off to the side. Zexion approached him.

"Nine… Get your things. For now, you will be sleeping in my room," He said, sounding indifferent. No, that wasn't the right word. Melancholy sounded better.

Demyx sat on a wooden chair that was in the corner of Zexion's plain white room. The slate haired Nobody glanced over. "I have an air mattress. You can sleep on that. You have to blow it up, though," he sighed. Demyx picked up that mattress, but instead decided it was a good idea to fill it with water and call it a waterbed. Clever thing, Zexion thought, smiling inwardly. He tossed a blanket and a few pillows at Demyx, hearing a squeak in reply. He figured it was because they landed in his hair, and caused the mullet Demyx fixed and styled so often to be messed up.

"But I don't need these. I got my own right here," Demyx said. Zexion sighed. "You HAVE your own. Have," he spoke in that melancholy tone that made Demyx nearly swoon. He had instantly fallen for the shorter of the two. But for now, the sitar bearing Nobody lay on his bed, waiting for sleep to take him.

"Demyx. Demyx..? Wake up, you worthless lump," Zexion said, nudging his shoulders and attempting to shake him awake. It was pointless. Demyx didn't look like he would wake anytime soon. Almost out the door, he heard Demyx speak. "Worthless…? Oh… I see… I guess I'll just… See Saix for my mission." So, Demyx got up and left, all without breakfast. He looked kind of sad.

This ate at Zexion's mind for days. He didn't mean to call him worthless. It was just to get him to wake up! Now the new guy wouldn't even look at him. About a week went by, and Demyx found the courage to speak. "You… Err, why did you say that?" he asked. Zexion looked into his sea green eyes, trying to think about what he should say. "I was trying to get you to wake up is all… I did not intend to upset you, Nine…" he muttered. And for the first time, Demyx smiled. It was a goofy smile, but a genuine one. Zexion stared. He managed to make someone happy, at least for now.

"You know what?"

"No, Demyx, I do not know."

"I'm gonna call you Zexy."

"Going to, Demyx… And I'll call you Demyx, because, I can't think of anything at this moment."

They sat in Zexion's room for a while, Demyx plucking his sitar strings. For a brief moment, he had a melody floating through the air; the most beautiful thing that Zexion had ever heard. As he put his Lexicon away, the melody stopped, Demyx cursing under his breath. "Mn? What happened, Demyx?"

"I cut my finger is all… I'm fine," Demyx insisted.

"Let me see. I can fix it."

"I'm fine."

Zexion took Demyx's hand anyways. The cut was deep, but easily mended. Zexion pulled out a bandage and wrapped the wound, making sure it wasn't too tight or loose. It was almost maternal of him. Demyx liked the attention. In fact, he wanted Zexion to be around him almost all the time. Daringly, Demyx leaned over and brushed his pale lips against Zexion's cheek. Alas, poor Demyx received a slap in the face. Zexion stormed out, and threw himself into the library.

He buried himself in romantic tragedies, all that night. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't exactly know what to feel. Literature was the only escape from reality he had. But, it wasn't enough to clear his head. Demyx snuck into the library, gaping at the vast collection of books the castle had to offer. "Zexy? I'm sorry! I… I just really like you!" He shouted, hoping to find Zexion somewhere in there. Zexion felt his face get hot. "Like me?" he piped up. Demyx followed the small voice. He locked onto Zexion's eyes, those being a brilliant blue. "Mhm… I really like you… Maybe more than like…" Demyx whispered. Zexion smiled.

After a couple of days of painstaking missions, they sat down in the kitchen, Xigbar for once cooking. Well, if brewing some coffee was cooking. Zexion settled for a cup of tea with Xaldin. Demyx, taking small sips of said coffee was grateful for the caffeine. He wasn't able to sleep very well, recently. Although, the drink tasted off. He dismissed the thought, not wanting to get in a fight with Xigbar about his ability to brew coffee.

But, little did he know that Vexen was tampering with everyone's coffee. And the only two unaffected Nobodies would be Zexion and Xaldin. Not that it mattered. It was all for the sake of science. And humor.

Demyx squirmed in his seat, feeling uneasy and starting to get a little sweaty. "I-Is it hot in here? Uh, maybe I'll go sit for a while… I'll be on our room!" Demyx said, speaking rather fast. Zexion nodded, hoping that he wouldn't have to share a room with someone sick. He prayed he wasn't sick. Zexion hated sick people. That meant more work, and a shortage of tissues.

Leaving for his assigned mission, Zexion decided to briefly check up on his roommate, having to meet him on site, anyways. Today, they were supposed to go to Wonderland for reconnaissance. He reached out for the doorknob, turning it, only to discover that it was locked. The nerve, Zexion thought, to be locked out of my own room. A muffled cry came out from the other side of the door. Zexion twisted the doorknob harder. What he didn't see in his room, must have been worse than what he could hear. It stopped after a few minutes, then, just silence.

The lock on the door clicked, and Zexion rushed inside, only to find a sweaty and rather flustered Demyx. Half of his clothes were undone and partially removed. He looked as if he had been…

Had been… Violated.

And he couldn't do anything about it.