Demyx felt like an ass. He'd lied to Zexion when he'd gotten back together with Xigbar, and he'd surprised himself by staying with Xigbar. Sure he thought he loved them both, Zexion more than the other, but apparently not. He didn't love Zexion more. He didn't love Zexion.

The Nocturne plopped down onto his bed, turning so he was on his back and thinking about Zexion. He definitely liked the other man. A lot. He liked small things about him, liked his habits. He like memories of them together. Hell, as long as they were memories of him he liked them even if they were apart.

'And you still fucking blew it, didn't you?' he asked himself, making a mental note that this habit could become unhealthy. He wasn't sure if it really was. He just always guessed it was the same as talking to yourself.

His favorite memories of when he and Zexion got together. Both of them had been on the rebound and both of them had been worried that that was the only reason for the relationship. Of course it probably was, probably was just a mistake relationship that turned out more beautiful than the rest to both of them.

Demyx wished he hadn't sleep with Xigbar. He wished he hadn't got caught the way he did. Laying naked on Xigbar's bed, the song Friend or Foe by T.A.T.U playing loudly in an attempt to block any song from the room. The horrified, disgusted look on Zexion's face still imprinted in his mind. How even Xigbar felt bad about it.

How clearly the words of the song fit with what happened, how Zexion refused to listen to what he had to say, refused to listen to the pitiful bullshit Demyx tried to feed him. And as if all that didn't hurt Demyx enough, how Zexion called him Lexaeus. The name of the last guy who'd hurt him.

"Zexion.....why does this have to be so hard!" he snapped, annoyed at not only himself but the slate haired boy for not expecting it. If he'd had a least an idea Demyx was cheating, it might have hurt a lot less. But that wasn't what had happened. No it had to always go the hard way.

"Little dear one, what are you doing?" the voice asked and Zexion felt something icy nip affectionately above his right ear.

"I'm making a letter on the computer to the others, in case whatever your doing goes wrong and I die or something along those lines. Its explaining about you."

"A cute way to plead insane." it thought, a ghost of a laugh flicking in Zexion's mind. "I know everything that runs through your mind remember?"

"Which is why you don't exist." he snarled back and felt something cold freeze him in place.

"Damn it boy, you try my patience with every word don't you? I try to mother you and put up with you but I have never been a very patience person and I am not willing to try just for you pitiful sake. Do you understand?" it asked, and Zexion felt a hand pushing his chin up and cold breathe on his cheek.

He couldn't move but tried his best to make it obvious he understood. He sent the thought repeatedly, until the cold was lifted and a warmth was placed there instead.

"That's a good, smart child. I love you, little dear one." it purred in a sickly sweet voice before returning its attention to the computer screen. "How do you still doubt I'm real?"

"You haven't done anything physical that I can prove." he said and a glass flew across the room, shattering. Zexion looked at it annoyed. "I was not asking for an example. You did know this?"

"Of course I do. Its just so fun to see that annoyed look cross your face. I love when you're upset." he said, choosing to use Zexion to voice him.

"Clearly."Zexion replied and stood up slowly, making his way to the nearest window of his cluttered room and staring out of it. "Is there a name to call you?"

"I've told you this many times now." it lectured. "I am you. You are me."

"Not a satisfying answer, I have to say. Its good enough I suppose. So, I'm to address you as Zexion then?"

"That or my lord will suffice." he said and Zexion made a disgusted noise. "Such a picky child you are. You'll do beautifully though." it said and the two Zexion's went silent.

Zexion, the real one, didn't like whatever had taken him over but it was offering, in its own way, to help him. It might not be as much of a burden as he thought it would. Maybe it would hurt Demyx in a way that would satisfy them both without to much problem.

"You get Xigbar to, right?" Zexion suddenly asked, having to know if it would help him fully or not.

"I'll get him as well. Why not every one why we're at it, huh? Want me to get them all for you?" it asked and Zexion felt his body moving towards the bed, even though he didn't order it. His body folded onto the bed, sleepiness overwhelming him.

"No....Just Xigbar and Demyx.....Maybe Lex....Lexaeus later." he replied and felt a hand pushing his hair our of his face.

"Of course, little dear one. Just ask and I'll help you."

"Sure...Sure...." he said, yawning and closing his eyes, smiling to himself. Could this really give him everything he'd ever wanted? Could it be possible.

"I'll give you everything and maybe for Christmas you'll get a heart if your a good little boy, okay?" it said, but Zexion was far past being able to form a reply. His lips moved, no sound came out. He wasn't sure what he would have said anyway. Was there anything he could?

Of course there wasn't.