Marshmallow
A Zemyx Tribute
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Demyx couldn't hate anyone. It wasn't just because Saix made it look so unhealthy and dangerous; it was because the six foot mullet-head physically couldn't.
That said, it wasn't like he didn't like some people more than he liked other people.
Ooh so many "like-words", so pretty.
Let's see: Xaldin was sanely callous (he had pinned Demyx to the ceiling eight times with his lances in the last week just because Demyx had kept trying to put ribbons in his dreadlocks), Saix was insanely feral (but with a cute little puppy-wuppy thing going on, so chibi!), the Superior was reasonably uncommentable (was that a word? Yep, sounded like one! Demyx would have to remember to write it down in his Dem Dem Dictionary later.), Axel was great (Demyx liked his hair, it was red, and that was his favourite colour along with blue, green, orange, purple and Moroccan coconut), Larxene was safely locked away inside his nightmares (she kept eating his happiness and making Demyx cry), Marluxia was about as frightening as the Grim Reaper's gay cousin could be (he wore so much make-up he looked like a demented clown sometimes), Xiggy was lots of fun (he ran away from Saix on so many occasions Demyx was convinced his cloak was full of dog biscuits), Luxord spent too much time on the roof (men had a shed, Luxord had a roof), Vexen didn't let him into his lab anymore (too many "Level 8 alerts", "Level 5 catastrophes" and "biohazard! Don't breathe that you idiot!"s) and Lexaeus was as talkative as a walkie-talkie without batteries and no-one on the other end.
And so that only left Zexion.
Zexion, Zexion, Zexion, his name rhymed with... nothing. This annoyed Demyx, because Demyx's name rhymed with lots of things: Flemyx, Glemyx, Tyrannosaurus Remex, Mokiaklemix, lots of stuff!
Still, despite the atrociousessyness (another great word for his dictionary!) of his name, Demyx still wanted to be friends with him. It was just the way he was. Demyx didn't know why he always wanted to be friends with everyone; he would even be friends with an enemy as long as they didn't say anything too nasty like... that Demyx didn't have a heart or something. Because they did have hearts! Of course they did! And if Demyx knew anything about biology- and he didn't- he knew you had to have a heart to feel happy, and he did feel happy sometimes! Lots of times! Usually when he was running along the walls on a sugar rush, but still very happy!
Where was Demyx's mind going with this...?
Let's see, first he was thinking about... something. Okay, start at the end and work back, don't start at the beginning, it was too long ago.
The last thing he was thinking about was running along walls, then candy, then happiness, then hearts, then friends, then things which rhymed with names, then his own name, then Zexion's name.
ZEXION! Of course! That's why Demyx was currently in a library!
And so Demyx was indeed in the library of the Castle Which Never Was. He had often heard about places such as this, rooms full of books without pictures where people could read thousands of pages in dim silence without ever seeing the joys of a Xigbar-Saix dogfight... or sunlight. Frankly none of this appealed to Demyx, but it did to Zexion and Demyx wanted to spend some time with the little itsy-bitsy spider of the Organisation. Maybe he shouldn't call Zexion a spider when he saw him, spiders were cute but most people didn't seem to think so. Larxene hadn't liked being called a spider. She had explained that she had eight kunai, not eight eyes. Counting the number of kunai she had thrown into him had been the most painful maths lesson Demyx had ever had.
Anyway, after several minutes of searching through the various antechambers, Demyx at last found Zexion writing down things out of a scarily thick-looking book at one of the tables that were scattered throughout the echoing rooms of the sanctuary, an expensive looking green-shaded lamp providing lots of light to the dark red oak of the table's surface on which a steaming cup of tea in easy arm distance to the smallest member of Organisation XIII had been carefully placed on a matching coaster.