A/N: Hmm. This drabble-ish thingy just refused to leave me alone. I don't even like it, but the world needs more Demiku. My editor's just happy I wrote something. We've been bored since our workplace was closed for renovations.

This story is dedicated to ChibiFrubaGirl, because she invented Demiku. We owe her a debt.

Demyx likes Riku's eyes. They remind him of the ocean.

All he has to do is look into them, and it's like he's there, he can almost smell the salt in the air, almost feel the wind on his face.

Demyx doesn't delude himself. He knows that, all told, the whole thing makes zero sense. He and Riku are so different, so incompatible, totally wrong for each other. He has no doubts about this ending happily.

But that's ok. Happily ever after is a fairy tale. Demyx never wanted a fairy tale. What he has is real, at least for the moment.

But even then, his mind wanders, when Riku is gone and Demyx is alone, sitting by the sea. Staring into that green depth, he thinks he can still feel the smaller body curled against him. He can feel his fingers running through that silver hair. He can smell the cinnamon that follows Riku wherever he goes.

Demyx likes the ocean. It reminds him of Riku.