I sat in my usual spot, you know, in the library on that couch I always read on. I expected to have another quiet day, as usual. But of course, there was always Demyx who always knew where I was. I don't know how he did it. Even if I changed locations, the musician could always find me. I hated it. Oh… here he comes. I can hear him. "Demyx, if you're trying to scare me, it won't work," I said out loud, continuing to read my book.

"Aw, but Zexy~!" Not the nickname again… Please, not that nickname. I hated it. And yet, Demyx continued to use it, no matter what I said. I have asked him many times before to stop using the nickname. He always says he will, but he never does. The blonde gets on my nerves often. Sometimes I wish he would just leave me alone to read my book.

"Demyx, I am trying to read," I said in a slightly irritated tone. I wanted him to leave me alone, but I knew that wouldn't happen. I felt the couch move and lifted my eyes from the book to notice that Demyx was practically right over me, looking at the book I was reading. Why couldn't he just ask? I highly doubt he would like the book, anyway. "What are you doing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I felt uncomfortable, having him this close to me. I was used to nobody around me. Until he came along.

Demyx smiled at me. His usual goofy smile, of course. The one that would get on your nerves easily. However, this one was different. It was half between a grin and a smirk. What exactly was he smirking about? "Nothing," he replied in a sing song voice.

I frowned. "Okay, then get off me," I told the other. I expected him to listen to me and plop down onto the couch or leave, but he didn't. But then again, this is Demyx we're talking about. Instead, he crawled even more on top of me. He was towering over me now, both hands on either side of me. Same goes for his knees. I couldn't help but wonder just what he was doing. He had never acted like this before. "Demyx, get off," I said with a more demanding tone. I glared at him, hoping that would make him get off. He only smiled and removed the book from my grasp, placing it on the end table near the couch. He inched closer to my face, our noses just inches apart.

"No," he replied with a smile.

That irritated me more than anything. I tried to push the larger one off, but he was too heavy for my small frame. It's not like I went on missions often. Besides, even if I did, he'd still be too heavy. I was too small to lift him. I let out a sigh then glared at Demyx. "Demyx. Get. Off," I ordered. He still didn't listen. "Demyx, if you don-" I cut myself off. I couldn't speak. Finally my brain registered what had happened. Demyx had pressed his lips against mine, his eyes were closed. He had even pinned my hands to couch. Somehow he had gotten me to lay down. I found myself closing my eyes. What was I doing? I wanted him to leave, not kiss him! But… It felt good. It felt right, kissing Demyx. I don't know why, though. Nobodies aren't supposed to feel, right?

I shivered when his tongue ran over my bottom lip, asking for permission. Was he getting bold or what? I decided to grant permission and parted my lips. I had no idea what I was doing. My brain was not functioning or something. I felt myself shiver slightly when his tongue slipped into my mouth. It was a great feeling, but it felt weird at the same time. I hardly realized that he had let go of my hands, which were now on his back, pulling him closer. As I said before, I had no idea what I was doing.

Then I realized that my lungs were burning, pleading for air. I pushed on Demyx's chest lightly. Hopefully he would get the idea. He did. He broke the kiss and I felt his breath against my skin. I allowed the air to fill my lungs once more and I started to breathe again, although it was as hard as Demyx's. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me.

"I thought you were going to push me away," Demyx finally said, catching his breath.

I half smiled, which was rare for me. "I'm not exactly sure why I didn't," I lied. Yes. Lied. I knew exactly why I didn't. Even if we are Nobodies, I'm certain now that we can feel emotions; that they didn't come from the heart. I knew now because I wouldn't feel this way towards Demyx if it weren't true. I wouldn't want him to stay near me.