Part 2.

I made it. Yay. I think I derserve a cookie for that. munch The song I use is from Seeed. I don't own anything in this story, neither the charakters, nor the books or songs, exept for Kyle, my rubberducky.

How come, everything Vexen was able to produce today, was pink goo? Mostly stinking, pink goo. He felt anger rise inside of him. It should have been orange goo. Was that so difficult to understand?

Xemnas wanted his hairwax orange, for some reason. To match it with his eyes, maybe? Or to let it fit into his bathroom? God knows what was going on in the Superior, but as long as it saved III from dangerous missions, he did not complain.

The scientist groaned as he dumped another testtube into the garbage, waving his now turning green little friend goodbye. Slowly he was running out of these tubes, equal to the speed, his chumbucket became too small for them. There surely was a relation between tubes and hairgel, but math was not his speciality, he was just the guy who screwed the experiments up.

Sighing, he restarted 'mission: orange'. First a bit of that, then a bit of that, then stirring, a bit of god-knows what, stirring again... in fact, the whole procedure was extremly boring. And doing it for the sixth time on one single day, wasn't helping either. Boredom is not usefull, when you need to focus, but there was no way to be entertained. So Vexen decided to simple entertain himself. (nope, nothing M-rated, althought it would be THE chance for Demyx to... ok, forget it) After checking he was alone, III began humming. For some time he was able to focus, the chances to make the gel look exactly as it should, were rising.

But he grew tired of that too. Vexen needed something different. Another glance over both of his shoulders later, he started singing the first song, that came into his mind: 'Sweet as a girl can be... she's lying in my bed, right next to me. I'm dying of frustation, night's not her time she says, with a yawn as she turns around.'

Demyx had entered the room and was at the moment stuggling very hard not to laugh at the sight of his singing and, meanwhile, even dancing superior. The academyc was swinging through the room with a purple testtube, his blond hair flying through the air, somehow shakira-like. It was creepy enough to be funny.

Fortunatly, Vexen had not noticed number 9 and went on singing, while adding the blue liquid to the purple something he kept shaking: 'But she is fire, inna the morning sun, all through the night she cyaan come.' With the last sentence, the scientist began a strange bellydance, even worse than the one before.

That was too much for poor little Demy-kins. His knees couldn't hold his body and he ended up rolling on then floor, tears in his eyes from all the giggles and laughers he was forced to hold back. Vexen turned around, ready to kill whoever had discovered his dark secret: he was a fan of Shakira. He had no idea how he would manage to kill someone with his blue shield, but he could still throw the testtube, hoping the spy would die from haircare-product-toxication. Searching for his 'enemy', he felt dumb, not seing anybody until his gaze went down.

It was just Demyx, curled up on the floor and desperatly trying to catch his breath. 'Thank god, it's not Xigbar or Axel. Demyx's not intellingent enough to blackmail me with this.' Vexen thought, relaxing a bit more.

Grinning, he said: 'Now, number nine, what brings you here? Do you need something?', but seconds later, doubts started to form in his mind. What if he was underestimating the musician? What if he had a nasty plan hidden in the unknown depts of his mind? (huh Vexen, are we feeling a bit stressed today, are we?) What if he knew of.. the rubber duckie?! The academyc forced the grin on his lips to stay. Don't let him know, you know, that he knows of something he should'nt know.

It took about a minute and a lot of coughts to make Demyx stop laughing. He had no ides how lively his superior could be. Maybe, if he was in a mood like this, he would understand the bet and even help him? Indeed, that seemed like the perfect moment to ask his question. He smiled warmly at IV, thinking: 'If he allowes me to hug him and I survive it without beeing frozen, Axel is in trouble.' The unknown depts of his mind cheering at this thought.

It was not just the perfect moment, but also the moment Vexen paniced. This had to be the famous smile of doom. Demyx surely knew everything. He found his eyes fixed on the nocturne, as IX started talking again: 'Well, I was wondering if I could maybe hug you?'.

The scientist frowned. That was about the last thing he wanted to do at the moment, but the musician was in the better position. 'I'll sacrifice myself.' he decided. 'For the sake of my secret.' he closed his eyes and nodded.

A couple of minutes later, a beaming matermage had left his laboratory, humming: 'When the light of the morning comes...' Tomorrow, he could ask his superior for a duett. Demyx giggled happily. That would be fun!

Vexen also smiled. His secret was safe and the gel seemed to turn out at least red-ish. Curiously, he looked at his chest. To his suprise, it felt warm where the other had touched him. Maybe he could make some experiments about that...(Uhoh O.o)

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Zexion and Lexaeus were spending their time in the so called livingroom-that-never-will-be, also known as Boredom-deluxe, for it was the only room without a Tv, radio or soundsystem of any kind. There was a table, some more or less plushy seats and books. Billions of them. Okay, maybe not that much, at least more that anybody can read in a lifetime.

But Zexion seemed to know all of them. Or he was very good at pretending it, because noone else cared much for books. They had their favorites in their rooms and the rest was non of their concern. Roxas for example had taken all the Harry Potter books on his first day. Not a great loss for VI, to be honest. He prefered... different lecture.

At the moment, he was re-reading 'Interview with the vampire', for he didn't wanted Lexaeus to see how much he enjoyed reading 'Brokeback mountain' or 'new moon; the story of Bella and Edward'. The silent hero would understand, but it was too embarassing to explane that he sometimes liked cheesy books better than the whole horror-thriller-drama-thing.

He closed the book, memorizing the page. Believe it or not, but Zexion felt like talking. 'Lexaeus? Have you already heard these irritating rumors of number IX? The superior seemed rather disturbed, after he had visited him.' His eyebrow (the visible one, duh) twitched at the thought of what could have happened. The (very deep) hidden fan-boy in him started an excited mental-dance.

Lexaeus did not move.

He thought: 'I knew he should not have read brokeback mountain for the third time. Poor kid.' Zexion had kept that secret, but he knew the boy long enought to be familiar to his habits. Of course, he was curious too, but more Lexaeus-style. Means he sat there, working on his puzzle and waited for someone to tell him everything he had to know. It was not a very sophisticated way of gathering infomation, but it saved a lot of energy.

On days like the one I am talking of at the moment, it was Zexion, who would say nothing for days and ten minutes later you could not stop him from telling you his or some random person's whole life. The silent hero left conversations like that better informed than anyone in the whole castle, maybe even better than the superior. So he knew that waiting and listening was he best thing he could do.

'I wonder what is on his mind lately.' the schemer went on, thoughts drifting. Demyx was not one of those people who behaved strange on purpose, it was just his way of doing things. He was mostly like a drunken puppy, if you want to describe it that way. So, what could he have done to irritate Xemnas that much? Zexion had no idea, that he would find it out, just minutes later. His thoughts didn't make much sense, in fact he himself had no idea what he should think about that, so he shrugged and re-opened his book.

His eyes drifted over vampires, bloody szenes and very important dialoges... he already knew. It was as thrilling as watching Lexaeus working on his puzzle.

Sighing, Zexion got up, the book in his hand. He put it back on the shelve, next to the other Anne Rice novels. They all smelled like Marluxia, who used to sit in his room with them, giggling as much as an eleven year old schoolgirl, and that made him sick. Not that he was that much against the flowerboy himself, but his daisy-rose-cute and cuddly-smell was rather annoying. The schemer closed his eyes. Hundreds of scents surrounded him, changing their look from time to time and moving with the air carrying them. Simmilar to dancing fairys, if you're a romantical poet.

But Zexion, being as romantical as a rock, used to say they looked like slowely rottening seaweed. He grabbed the closest book, not really caring what it was, and sat back down.

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Great. Tons of interesting and thrilling books and he had to pick: the memoirs of a geisha. How come it was there in the first place? Zexion stared at the first page, 'I could get up and get myself something different, but I don't want to move.' thinking. Sighing, he went on reading in the middle of the book, when Demyx entered the room. 'Heya Lexaeus, Zexy.' he sat down next to the bigger nobody, smiling about some kind of insider-joke. The next vicitim was choosen, but he was the only one, who knew that.

'Stop calling me...' VI tried to explain again, why this name was embarrasing, but knowing the nocturne, he already knew, but kept on ignoring it, because it seemed like fun. So, why waste energy? The schemer decided, he would use said energy instead to improve the novel he was trying to read by spontanously inserting the persons, who sat in this room too, into the book. He smirked. Thank god, nobody knew how strange he behaved sometimes.

Sayuri aka Demyx giggled. She bend over and asked: 'My dear chariman (Lexaeus). How are all these pieces supposed to match?' Sighing, the chairman answered: 'They will match, when their time has come, Sayuri. Now, let us watch the Sakura-tree outside bloom. It remainds me of your fascinating beauty.' For real, they were talking something totally different, but Zexion, didn't budge. The thought of the silent hero explaining how exeptional Demyx looked when he wore that certain kimono caused him to bit his lip, forcing back a cuckle. Insanity, here I come.

His thoughts were suddenly busted, when Demyx laughed and hugged Lexaeus. How long had he been wrapped up in his own thoughts?! People were randomly cuddling, althought the chairman confessed his feelings later, to be exact in chapter 34. To imagin him hugging her now, was wrong. Why couldn't they understand his masterplan?

Meanwhile, the blond had let go of Lexaeus and waved one hand in front of Zexion's face. Note to self: first care about the outside world, than the fantasy-one.

'You heard me, Zexy? And what do you say?' Demyx asked. 'I heard not a bit and I don't care.' The other wanted to answer. Instead he just mumbled: 'definitly.' Seconds later, the air was forced out of his lungs. Zexion gasped.

IX took his arms of his shoulders. It's not part of daily life, that you get to hug your superior, so Demyx had overdone it a bit. He smiled sheeplishly. 'You're not gonna rape my mind for that, or so?'

The thought was quiet attractive, but Zexion had to confess, that it was his own fault for answering without knowing the question. Another note to self: listen to Demyx more closely.

'No, I will not harm you for it. But may I take a guess? Axel brought you happy-juice from the 100 acre wood again?' Now it was the musicians time to bit his lip. 'No it's ... a suprise if I can call it one. But wait a second! What do you mean with happy-juice? And most of all: again?' he seemed confused.

'Oh, another one of your suprises. Thank god, you never remember them the next day.' he left the last two questins unanswered and totally ignored the facts that he had been :

a. hugged c.disturbed. He just went on reading.

Demyx had a bad suspicion, but choose to ignore that too. He actually didn't want to know. A short wave later he was gone, only a single wrinkel above his nose showing that the mysterious happy-juice bugged him. Could that be the reason, Xigbar was grinnig at him that strange? He shuddered, as he vanished into the empty room-somewhere-inside.

When he had left, Lexaeus said: 'The last line was unnessesary.' Zexion smirked. 'At least I did'nt hurt him, didn't I? Messing with an easy brain like this, is just too enjoyable. Excuse me.' The hero remained silent for some time and then just shrugged. He couldn't help but notice, that they had looked cute together, but messing with Zexion's own brain, was dangerous. Better, if he waited to tell him that. At least he was good at waiting.

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'But Riku, what if they find us?' 'No Sora. Nothing can find us. Nothing but...passion.' 'Ah.. no...Riku! Don't...I want..'

'Naminè?' The blond girl almost dropped her sketchbook.(another fangirl found! yay) She glared at the door. Whenever it was getting interesting, someone had to disturb. Normally, everybody ignored her for days, but the moment she searched through Kairi's memories for something interesting, something very urgent happened. Like Larxene, who suddenly wanted to paint her room or the superior, who had forgotten, where he had left something and needed her to find it. Last time, he had even lost the Kingdom hearts, becuse he wanted to hide it. He was a great leader, indeed.

Sighing, she got up and called: 'Yes? Who is it?' 'Hm.. well. Me?' Oh, Demyx. She giggled. That usually ment a normal visit, or a not too difficult task. And mostly it was fun to be with him.

Naminè answered the door, walked IX in and sat down next to him. Thank god, the sketchbook was closed.

Noone of them seemed to start talking so they were silent for a while. After the silence grew uncomfortable, the blond girl asked: 'So, uhm.. what can I do for you?' at the same moment, Demyx had started: 'Hey, Naminé. I got a question.'

They stopped mid-sentence and looked at each other. 'You first.'²

Both said nothing for some time. It was getting ridiculous. Finally, Naminé decided to just begin herself. 'Demyx, you want to tell me something, don't you? So, come on. You know I'll help you if I can.' That was the best thing she could have said.

The nocturne blushed slightly. 'Thanks. That's sweet of you. Can I hug you for that?' Now, both were turning red. 'Uhm sure.' He wrapped his arms around her, as tenderly as possible, for he didn't wanted to hurt her.

Naminé gulped. But, as with all the interesting things in her life, Demyx stepped back. 'Thank you. I feel much better now.' he crossed the room, turning to the door again. Shortly before he fully stepped out he added: 'You know, that I'll help you too if you need me. You're my friend. Never forget that, ok?'

'And once again, I am alone. But it stops hurting after some time.' She thought and with a flap the sketchbook was open again, but this time, the page was filled in blue, green and sandbrown. Like a day at the seaside.

Last text is cheesy, I know. But hey, I love cheese. starts pretend to be a mouse so I guess I see you all around? And please review. Yeah. Review make me want to write more. ;D

C ya

ps. this chapter was dedicated to my cute little going to be cousin.