Why did I have to search for this stupid book? Xemnas is perfectly capable of doing it himself, but he has the lower numbers to do it. I scan along the dusty gray shelves, finding the gap where the book should be. Who would have taken a book about the history of the Organization? I peer through the gaps of books to see Number 9, sitting at a secluded table. Hunched over a book, his coat's zipper fallen slightly, exposing a small area of skin on his chest.
What? Why am I staring?
I jerk my eyes away from him and exit the library, heading down the hallway to my room. Just as I get to my room, Demyx, appears in front of me.
"Excuse me Number 9. I'm trying to get into my room." I say to him, wondering why he has the need to enter my room.
"I saw you staring." He says, moving closer to me.
"No I wasn't." I say as my face flushes. Luckily the room was dark. Why is he coming so close to me? He places his hand under my chin and pulls my face up to his. I blush even redder. I see his slight smile in the darkness.
"Do I spike an interest in you Zexion?" He whispers as his sweet breathe caresses my face.
Ever since Demyx joined the Organization, I saw something different about him. He wasn't like any of the other Nobodies. He was energetic but lazy, never wanted to do any missions. Always sitting around playing his Sitar, or bouncing around annoying Saix. He was also kind and smart, even though he never showed it. Why was he coming on to me? Why am I letting him?