September 2:
Demyx bounced down the hall and into Xigbar.
"Hey dude," he laughed.
"Oh, sorry Xig!"
"Use your eyes kid; you've got both of them."
Demyx did. He looked up into the scarred face with its one golden eye. He looked at the dark hair that was streaked with silver. (It was the only hair in the Organization that didn't seem to take five hours to style and require at least two bottles of hair product every day.) He looked at the strong build, the relaxed stance. Demyx looked at Xigbar and it was as if he were seeing the Freeshooter for the first time.
"Uh, Dem?" asked Xigbar.
"Huh? Yeah?" He jerked out of his trance.
"You don't have to look that hard, dude."
"Oh." Demyx felt himself blush.
Telling Xigbar that he was so fascinating was probably a bad idea.
"You Okay?" Xigbar asked.
"Fine, Xig. I'll see you at the meeting."
"Yeah, see ya."
Demyx smiled to himself as he headed off down the hall. Telling Xigbar that if he had a heart, he'd be in love with him wasn't Demyx's top priority as it was probably unwise and unsafe, but he could still enjoy the moments they shared together.
