Another chapter! WHEE! So here it is

Demyx The Cook

Me and Demyx had planned the scheme to get Riku on our side for days. We stayed up one night with no sleep and Demyx got a little grouchy. But I let him sleep some before we planned some more. He had so many good ideas, but they were tricky to do, including me morphing into Sora and saying rude things to him. I don't know how he did it but he came up with the perfect plan. "O.K! Zexy, you're going to go to the island, Riku resides there for now. You're going to take the form of Sora, we can get Vexen to do that before we leave. And you're going to say very rude things and make him hate Sora so he'll consume himself in the darkness." I was staring again, my mouth gaped. "How do you manage such good ideas Demyx?" I grinned now, sending him into awe.

"You have a very-very nice smile Zexy." He smiled at me and I felt my face get hot. I looked down

"Thank-you." I said gluing my eyes to the paper.

"Well, I think we're done here! The plot goes in tomorrow!" I said and put the paper safely in a folder, setting it down on my desk.

"Yea!" he clapped excitedly and jumped up.

"And now it's time to eat!" I groaned, knowing everyone was gonna be in the kitchen eating.

"Can we eat later?" I asked looking at the ground shyly "Everyone's gonna be down there.." Demyx smiled at me and hugged be having to bend his knees down a whole lot to get under my arms. "Of course we can." He giggled and sat back down on my bed, which now reeked of Demyx, it fumed into my nose when I slept at night.

I looked up realizing he was watching me think. "You know. . . You always look down when you're thinking I realized. So whatcha' thinking about?" He said simply looking at me.

My eyes averted his as I looked down. "Nothing important. Just about how the mission will go tomorrow" I lied staring into his eyes and shrugging casually. He smiled again looking at me and nodded "O.K. I wish I could have helped more though. I feel like I didn't do a lot." I sat down next to him slinging an arm around his shoulder "Trust me Dem, you did good." He looked at me shocked at his new nickname and smiled broadly pulling me into a big hug. "You made me a nickname!!!" He yelled nuzzling into me. I felt my face get hot.

"I-It's not big deal Demyx." I squirmed a little trying to get free of his death grip, but he let go once I started struggling.
He giggled again and threw himself down on my bed, which he fell asleep on last night leaving me to the floor. His smell was intoxicating my lungs, it was so thick of sugar and soap. He was watching me as I took a big whiff of his smell, my nose was wiggling again. I heard more giggles and slapped a hand over my nose. "Zexy, does it smell good in here or something?" I nodded and turned away cursing my nose for being so sensitive.

"Oooh. What's it smell like?" He sat up trying to smell what I smelled but I shook my head.

"You cant smell it its too faint. But my nose is super sensitive. It smells like sugar and lilac soap." I blurted out and turned around, his face was in awe and he stood up.

"I want a good nose!!" He then started taking deep breaths through his nose. I laughed and shook my head again "Dem you cant. It's the way I'm made." He sighed and sat down again.

He glanced up at me laughing and smiled "Your laugh is really pretty." I stopped laughing, I felt my face turn red and I turned around to face the wall.

He giggled standing up and pulled me by the arm "Dinner time!" He yelled starting to run.

I was dragged into the kitchen where only Marluxia sat. He glanced up at us smiling pleasantly. "Well, look who it is. The room-rats. Finally decided to face the world?" He looked at us, Demyx staring at him and me glaring in his general direction. "Yea!" He said, god was so slow. I think he took it as a joke.

Marluxia rolled his eyes and walked off, Demyx starting to get out a bunch of Ingredients. Eggs, butter, bread, sugar, flour, a bunch of measuring cups, and a pan. I stared at the ingredients. What was this boy planning? He set the pan on the stove and started heating it, putting butter in stirring it around until it was melted, he put a piece of bread on the pan and dumped an egg on it. My eyes widened. What was this boy doing? And when did he learn to cook? He sprinkled flour onto the egg covered bread and once the egg was cooked onto the bread he popped it off, doing the exact same thing with the other pieces of bread until he made 4. He set two on each plate and smiled at me setting it in front of me. I looked down at it. It looked good at least. I grabbed my fork and pulled off a piece sniffing it carefully. It smelled good. Now, if it tastes good. I put it in my mouth, the taste was unbelievable. Demyx was sitting beside me smiling greatly and chewing on a piece. "Demyx this is amazing. How did you find this recipe!" I was shocked, another thing I learned. Demyx could COOK.

He giggled and shrugged "I just felt like cooking one day! And so I took a bunch of stuff out and made something out of it. And it turned out to taste great so now I pretty much live off this stuff." He smiled again and ate another bite happy that I liked it.

I was staring at the food and smiled to myself. He'll be cooking for me now. I finished the whatever it was called and started on the other one. I ate it pretty quick, but Demyx scarfed it down, shoving huge fork-fulls of it into his mouth and chewing for a long time. I set my plate into the sink and turned around, Demyx was standing right behind me, I crashed into him and looked up, he loomed. He smiled again, and steadied me so I didn't fall. Setting his dish in the sink he skipped off back into the living room humming happily. I wish I was that happy, I bet the others would die of shock. I walked back into the living room to find him laying down on the couch with his sitar, playing gently. I sat down on the opposite couch and listened, my eyes closing slowly.

Tomorrow was the mission. . .