He always worried when Xigbar left; he spent most of his time in his room with his sitar until he returned. He still left for mealtimes, of course, even a nobody, no matter how much he believed they did indeed have hearts, required food. Axel or Roxas would occasionally check on him, make sure he was still alive, but neither stayed more then a few minutes. It was disturbing, how quiet the usually cheerful Nocturne could get, even the melodies of his sitar were more subdued when the Castle lacked Xigbar's presence. Even Xemnas knew he could do nothing about the Melodious Nocturne; it was his own oblivion that had aloud number nine to grow too attached to number two.
So when he left his room late one night, he could tell by the sheer blackness that enveloped the castle that always lay wrapped in the night's embrace, he glanced down at the bright neon of Memory Skyscraper, and dull worries that Xigbar would not return arose anew, sharp and fresh. He wasn't sure how long it took him to make his way through the sheer blackness to the kitchen. He did not find it odd that the light was on, indeed he didn't even notice. Opening the fridge he stared at the contents a few moments before removing a jug of orange juice, shaking it, and pulling a glass from the cabinets. Taking a drink he nearly spit it out as a rustle of papers from behind startled him.
"Oh, Saix." He said with minor relief.
"He's back." The Berserker replied, picking up a new section of newspaper and opening it up with another rustle. The Nocturne looked at him odd for a moment, and then the words sunk in and settled into place.
"Where?" He asked eagerly, taking another drink of orange juice and tossing the half finished glass into the sink while eyeing Saix hopefully.
"He's meeting the Superior at the Alter of Naught to deliver his report." Saix said, taking a bite of the cereal behind his newspaper.
Darkness flowered up beneath the musician's feet, and then he was gone. With a sigh Saix stood and returned the orange juice jug to the fridge before returning to his paper muttering;
"You could have put the orange juice up first."
Xigbar leaned against the alter watching the many small pink hearts make their way to the massive Kingdom Hearts. Xemnas would be here soon to receive his report, the mission had been successful. Xigbar's thoughts being elsewhere, the Freeshooter failed to notice the darkness pooling and flowering before him. He failed to notice the Melodious Nocturne appear before him. He didn't realize this, in fact, until the blonde was inches from his face.
"Dem-" Xigbar began, but Demyx silence him, pressing his lips to the Freeshooter's, blush spreading across his cheeks. A few expressions fled across Xigbar's face, surprise, shock, before settling on joy. Though he denied this Demyx saw, and knew they did indeed have hearts. Pulling away the musician grinned.
"I missed you."
"I can tell."
"Promise you won't leave?"
"You know I can't."
"I can hope, can't I?"
"We have no hearts."
Demyx lay his head against Xigbar's chest.
"Then why can I hear your heartbeat?"
Xigbar was silent, there was no point arguing wit the Nocturne when he had his heart set on something. The Freeshooter chuckled at his own irony as he wrapped his arms around his smiling lover.