More author notes of doom- I'm having an inspirational moment here. I think I know where to go with this story now, which would be good since I'm up to the fourth chapter.

Also, I got a review from an unknown reviewer, saying the words "bondage". It almost gave me this urge to have Xigbar go "A Way of Expression" on Demyx. For those who don't know that I'm talking about let me sum it up for you; Demyx write a love song for Zexion, Zexion is happy but doesn't know how to express his love to Demyx, Demyx says any way you want (baby), and then horrible things happen. It's a fanfic written by my friend Brinkmess. Luckily, I didn't do it…because that story is just messed up…on many levels. And bondage and Demyx…come on…that's a little too mean now, don't you think?

Ok, so I'm very busy. Next month, I'll be low on updates. I have adaptation, Original stories, and promises to fulfill. Expect no more than two per story next month ok? I have a lot of bookmarked fan fiction to read up on. So for those girls, who I promised, do not worry-you'll know when I've read your stories because I'll always leave a review…or flame. I'm awesome like that.

Disclaimer- I do not own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, I would be rich and I wouldn't be on this sight typing up these stupid stories now, would I…hmm, then again…

-Demyx-

He's gonna do it!

Writing music is a really easy thing to do, but only when you have nothing better to do. Or when your in the mood and have nothing to worry about, say; like writing for someone in mind? When you're doing that, writing music is a bitch.

Demyx stared at the verses, the very few scratched on to the piece of paper, and sighed miserably. It was the middle of the night, he should be sleeping right about now…but he couldn't. Nope, he was deep in through, trying to pull out melodies from his head and string them together in a fashionable way for Xigbar.

He figured a simple song, one without words, would be enough. Lyrics were very one sided, and he figured leaving it without words would be the best. Xigbar could read it his own way, and find his own messages, and he was sure that he would find the right words even without digging deep into some cheesy lines.

"There's only one way, two say, those three words, four you…"

Yeah, Demyx was better than that. He would write silly songs, but cheesy was beyond him. Music was a great importance in his life; it was something he respected greatly. You could expect a lot of music from the boy-but stuff like that was a rare occurrence.

Extremely rare.

Demyx stared at the trail of notes he had made, wondering if the melody was just right. He put the pencil he was holding into his mouth, a very bad habit, as he imagined what kind of song he was going for. Nothing to feminine and soft, and it couldn't be too slow either. Xigbar was…he called for something lively and jumpy, something full of energy-like an Aerosmith or DaveMathews Band song! Yeah, it needed an upbeat and it needed to bring forth passion, but still declare power and pride at the same time. (I think he would be an entrepreneur when it comes to music, willing to give anything a try)

"Don't wanna close my eyes, don't want to fall asleep," Demyx muttered obliviously as he began to write out another bar of notes. True, it was a mushy gushy kind of song, but it helped for some inspiration. "Cause I miss you, baby, and I don't want to miss-"

What would Xigbar say when the time came though?

I mean, how would one even begin to work this through? You can't just walk up to him and tell him that you wrote a song for him…could you? It seemed so informal…and yet, it seemed so natural… He had seen all those movies, and they guys always did something so out of touch and so out there, and the girls would fall in lovewith them all over againand they lived happily ever after. But then again; Xigbarwas not a girl, and they lacked hearts and they couldn't possibly live happily ever after without them.

But…just being with him seemed nice. The idea of Xigbar telling him it was a wonderful song, and him telling him that he felt the same way, it was all Demyx could ever hope for…and it was this simple dream that made him want to try so hard with this song. By gods, if he could put a smile on Xigbar's face.

Demyx blushed apathetically.

Oh, there he was acting like he was some movie star character again. He wasn't even sure how Xigbar felt about him. Luxord had stated the wondrous possibility of Xigbar liking him back…but there was always the chance of Xigbar simply being the "nice guy". There was always a "nice guy" in a group of jerks…and Xigbar really did fit the role. And everyone else very much fit the role of jerks. No correction, at some point did they fit the roles of jerks. Xaldin warmed up to Demyx that one day where he decided to help him prepare dinner for the Organization, and Axel was always complimenting him with his music and such. True, the two nobodies weren't exactly best friend material, but they were nobodies he could talk to, and that was something he desperately needed. Xemnas may think he knew everything, but he really didn't. Demyx liked talking with other people. He was a very social being, and he enjoyed making bonds with others…and so far he only had two bonds worth categorizing as friends, maybe he'd have four in the far future, but so far he was stuck with two.

And there was the small chance of it soon becoming one…

Xigbar could reject him, he could think Demyx a freak and he could break his soul in shatter it into a million, billion pieces. Some people would even hurt someone for being so different, some people feared people who liked others of the same gender, and even though Xigbar was kind…he could be one of them.

Then again, he might simply say he didn't share those kinds of feeling for him. Simple as that. He would smile his ever popular smile and tell Demyx he was sorry, and things would be forced to go back to the way they were.

Demyx frowned at the very thought, the very notion of this possibility.

He knew the first idea was slim to none; Xigbar would never hurt him like that. But the second idea didn't make him feel any better.

Rejection hurt, and Demyx wasn't sure if he could handle that. His other never had much of a chance when it came to love, other things were always deemed more important. Yeah, there was the occasional crush, but he never got the relationship to bloom. It would be born in the form of a simple crush, and in death it would remain a crush. He had never experienced real love, and so he had never got to experience the harsh realities or it either. Aside from the soaps that Saix often watched on the television that never was, he had no idea what rejection was like. He saw it in the form of slaps, tears, test messaging, and in some cases, actual face to face conversations…but he never felt it. You can't relate to actors and actresses; their lives are fake and flaccid.

How would one approach another in this situation?

Demyx dropped all item in his hand and though heavily about how it would work out. You can't just stroll on up and play music without given warning, he would never catch on to what was going on…

"Here Xiggy, I wrote you a song?" Demyx muttered under his breath. It didn't sound very confident, and it came out as a question, not a very good start indeed.

"I wrote you a song, I hope you like it," Demyx said, his voice still a little shaky as he tried to imagine the very odd scenario.

You wrote him a song…he's gonna ask you why?

"Friends write friends songs," He said with a blush as he tried to think of a slightly better answer. Yeah, friends sometimes write songs to their buddies…if they were a girl or something. Xigbar was no girl, that's for sure, and he was sure.

Demyx bit into the pencil, an even worse habit, and thought harder. Making music was supposed to be easy for him, why was it hard now? Inspiration was needed… The Beatles were good…they had pretty darn good lyrics too. Maybe he should get high?

Luxord always went to Wonderland, maybe he would have something he could use?

Ok, now he was just being silly.

Demyx slumped into his bed, not really caring that his arm landed on top of his musical weapon. He sighed and the pencil dropped on to the bed. This was really stressing him out…which it shouldn't be. This should be the easiest thing for him; writing music. I mean, sure; you want it to be perfect for Xigbar…why wouldn't you? But to have this much of a mental collapse? Why is there a road block?

"I suck," he muttered tiredly.

Demyx pulled himself from the soft cushiony bed and grabbed his instrument. He put it to his lap and played around with the strings, not really caring what sounds he made. He stopped for a moment and removed his gloves from his hands, exposing his long fingers. He could play so much better without the gloves; maybe it would help just a little.

He strummed a few notes, a couple of eights here, a few sixteenths there; not really paying attention anymore. He was tired, and he had quite some time before he had to worry about anything. Great things are not made in a day…well, looks like Xemnas was right on one thing.

Demyx chuckled.

There was a hard, single knock on the door. Demyx nearly dropped his weapon, forgetting that it was rather late, and that Saix had to make sure everyone wasn't staying up too late-lest anything tire them out and keeping them from achieving the goal of completing Kingdom Hearts…

Bleh…

But Demyx's attitude soon changed as soon as he heard Saix's ever demanding voice from the other side of the door.

"Number IX?" It actually sounded more like a demand if anything…if that were even possible. But Saix was a wondrous sort of nobody, and Demyx rather not question it. He tends to be on the blue haired nobodies nerves when it came to missions and such, so he'd rather not joke around the guy…

"Turning off my light now," Demyx said in the calmest tone he could muster. He wondered if Saix could smell lies and fear…he hoped he couldn't.

"Very well," he heard the voice say, "I expect to have you're room silent in the next five minutes, and I do mean five minutes."

Even though Saix was behind a somewhat thick door, Demyx nodded his head.

The messy haired nobody got up from his bed, placing his beloved sitar next to his drawer. He liked to wake up seeing it. Sure, he could simply let it fade off; saving him the bit of energy, but it was special to him. Although he wasn't too sure about it, he thought it may have some connection to his other. There was no real proof of it, since he was still trying to pull out certain memories, but he felt it. Besides, why else would he have such an odd weapon to begin with?

Demyx grabbed hold of the sheets of paper he had been working on, taking note to certain rhythms and such as he walked over and placed the sheets on to the drawer. Right on top where they would be safe. Aside from Xaldin, no one else could read music. He would be safe as long as Axel didn't decide to play yet another prank on him.

…

On second thought… Demyx opened up the top drawer and placed the sheets into the drawer. Ok, now it was safe and sound.

Demyx removed any unnecessary from his top bed sheet and pulled the covers. He got into the bed and sighed. He was tired, but he wanted nothing more than to get that song done. Darn that Saix and his stupid curfews…and it wasn't even for all the members too! The Superiors never had to worry about this kind of stuff, well, if they hadn't a mission to worry about the next day…

He wished he didn't have to worry about a mission tomorrow…

Demyx leaned over and reached his hand to the white lamp next to his bed. He turned off the light and lay quietly on the bed, still well deep into thought.

What if Xigbar liked the song?

Demyx blushed and buried his face into the soft sheets.

What would he say to you when it was all over?

Demyx looked out from the small peephole he made and stared out into the dark sky. That was a lot to hope for, wasn't it?

Wouldn't it be great if he said "it"?

Demyx shook his head trying to get such thoughts out of his head. He should know better than to count his chickens well before they hatched, especially when he lived in a castle full of disappointment. Xemnas always complaining about how they would never become full…it really got to Demyx sometimes, even though he really didn't know what he was doing half the time.

He closed his eyes and grabbed gold of one of his pillows. He had time; he shouldn't worry about completing a song…haste makes waste. Xigbar had told him that while they trained…so he would know. Nope, take your time and you'll win; though slow and steady won't get you anywhere…

Demyx opened his eyes and made a weird face.

Now that he thought about it; that really didn't make much sense battle term-wise.

-Xigbar-

The members-good and annoying and pink haired too

At first, he thought he was being punk'd. Seriously, there had to be some sort of reasoning behind this. Now, he was quite sure that the term "unique" meant that everybody was different and special in their own sort of way, but…well…

At first, he thought he was approaching a girl. Girls could have broad figures, which this nobody had, and by all means, he was okwith that. He never found the fairer sex to be attractive anyways. He stared at those bright blue eyes, round and blue and shiny with tears and confusion, much like every new nobody brought to this world. Thick and curly pink hair, layered in a fashionable style. A soft face with full lips and hands with long fingers that looked soft to the touch. It really did look like a girl.

So what a surprise when he found out it was a guy.

He was a guy.

And for a while, Xigbar could only think of Xaldin's reaction, since the nobody was so desperate for a female to wander the long hallways. Perhaps a practical joke was in order? Xigbar laughed at the thought. Oh, to blue ball someone in such a way; that was too mean…even for him.

…

…

…

"Can you tell me your true name," Xemnas asked as he stared down at the pink haired nobody.

The young man looked around the round room, staring at his Superiors carefully, memorizing their facial expressions and what not. He then locked his blue eyes with Xemnas and told him. Xemnasnodded his head and then, with a quick wave of his hand, cast the name onto air. The name floated there aimlessly, slowing descending down until it reached the young nobody. The name then began to spin around him, mixing and scrambling. Some letters went faster than the others, and some were barely detectable at all. But this act did not seem to startle the new member by any means.

Xigbar watched the nobody below him, simply standing their as if the spinning letters where something of the ordinary. He couldn't help but smirk a little as he recollected the memories of the others before him and their shocked reactions to the spinning letters. Saix, calm and collected; he had nearly wet himself when he saw Xemnas pull that magic trick out of his hat. Axel freaked, simple as that. Demyx was just priceless, and charming old Luxord nearly fainted…

He couldn't help but wonder if this nobody was from a world where magic like this was normal? Or perhaps his mind was still a little fuzzy since the loss of his heart?

Xemnas napped his finger and the letters halted right in front of the pink haired nobody. An "X" had managed to sneak its way into the formation, and a new name was now placed upon this new nobody.

Xigbar leaned down a bit and stared at the name.

"Marluxia," he muttered quietly under his breath, though Xemnas soon bellowed the words out himself-loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

The nobody looked up to Xemnas, his name declared and his face…

Xigbar took a good look at his face and frowned. He was a lot like Xemnas. He hadn't gotten a good look before, but a closer examination showed that this nobody seemed to lack the ability to express emotion. At all. Xigbar stared at the blank expression that was neither happy nor sad.

It disturbed him; especially after taking witness to a bunch of newbie's who enjoyed watching Jackass and playing Guitar Hero. Something told him this guy wouldn't fit in so well with the others…

But Xemnas didn't seem to mind this. He smiled at the new emotionless member, probably thinking he was already better than them. He had told the others that they could not feel, but they insisted that there was no harm in having a bit of fun. Oh yes, this new guy was definitely going on to Xemnas' favorite list, right after Saix.

Xigbarcould only imagine the goody basket he would receive for finding this guy.

"Number III," Xemnas said without a hint of personality in his voice.

Xaldin, who was really upset over the fact that the pink haired beauty was a man, looked to his Superior and nodded his head.

"Show our newest member around and then take him to his quarters," Xemnas commanded.

Xaldin nodded his head once more, and then transported himself down to the middle of the round room, right next to Marluxia. Once again, Marluxia didn't seem to be surprised by this action. Xigbar couldn't believe it…either this kid lived in Oz, or he was really empty minded.

Or something else?

And as if his mind had nothing better to do than screw with him, a familiar image of his other appeared in his mind. Xigbar blinked, the image no longer visible, but the message very clear to him as he watched Marluxia and Xaldin walk out of the room.

Maybe he wasn't alone in this strange boat that he had thought only he could sail.

But that was a very slim chance, a very slim one indeed. Yes, Marluxia could be hiding something deep in his soul, but it could be anything. The chances of it being the same thing, or something remotely close to it were slim to none. Still, the fact that he could be hiding something was taking Xigbar's interest slowly but surely.

What could he be hiding?

If it was anything near as bad as what he was hiding, it could be used to his advantage. Nobody likes a guy who likes other guys…that are a lot younger, but if Marluxia has something just as ugly to hide then he might be able to get away with what he wanted without too much trouble. Even better, Marluxia was new to the organization; what he did and thought and said would be closely monitored. If he was hiding something, it would multiplied to such a number; Xigbar's would be practically invisible compared to him.

He smiled.

But then again, this was nothing more than an assumption. Unlike Luxord, who he knew was close to Demyx-whether it be sexual or not- he had no idea about Marluxia. He would have to wait and watch and see what the pink haired, heh…pink, man was up to. If he even was up to something to begin with. He was just born…there was no way he was already plotting something sick in his head…not yet.

Xigbar looked to Xemnas, who was going on about yet another one of his speeches involving Kingdom Hearts. Instead of new members though, he was talking about something different…he was talking about the wielders.

The wielders.

More images flashed into Xigbar's mind, three to be exact, and he felt another sickening sensation in his stomach when a particular face hit his mind.

Why did he have to be so sick? What was wrong with Braig?

Xigbar sighed and pretended to listen on to Xemnas' long speech about…who knows. Xigbar didn't care anymore, he was far too upset. He was already regretting finding Marluxia, as it had lead to this. He was thinking about those things again…and it would only go downhill from here.

What was his name again? He knew it started with a "V"…but it seemed too far off for him t simply grab on and remember…

He shook his head.

He shouldn't be thinking about these things, not when he had something already in his grasp-or soon to be. Demyx was here, everyone else Braig cared for was gone. He wasn't going to chase something long gone.

Demyx…

What was he to do with that boy? He had to worry about Luxord now. And the last thing he needed was competition. How would he get the boy to him, and how would he make it work without the need of force? If Demyx was with Luxord that is…

Then again, this could always be one sided…Demyx might like Luxord, but Luxord might not like Demyx. Or it could be the other way around.

Xigbar hoped for the later, he'd rather show Luxord a thing or two about seniority than Demyx. But…if it got down to it, he would do whatever it took for him to have what he wanted. He wasn't going to wait forever anymore. He was a nobody, he only had so much time left before he either faded away or end up getting in the way of yet another Keyblade possessor.

What was his name…Ven…?

"We're almost where we need to be," Xemnas said, his voice filling the acoustic room. "Most of our thrones havebeen filled, and it will only be a matter of time before we achieve our two most important goals."

Xigbar looked to Xemnas, just catching the word "two". Since when was there another goal aside from completing Kingdom Hearts?

"We must all be on the look out," Xemnas said, "it should only be a matter of time before his nobody comes to creation…"

"What do you mean," Vexen asked. "You sound as if we are to have a keyblade master in our organization…"

"I know we will," Xemnas said. He smiled a bit and looked to Vexen. "We will have a keyblade wielder on our side in a matter of time-I can feel it."

Xigbar shook his head. A keyblade wielder in his castle?

As if.

…

He could believe a pink haired nobody, who was a guy, would walk around the halls-but a keyblade wielder? That would mean way too much-and honestly, what were the chances of such a thing ever happening?

Xigbar was only too happy to get out of the Round room.

In fact, he was almost ecstatic. An escape from his own mental mind fuck, and the freedom of getting back to what he did best; lying.

He wanted nothing more than to hurry to the grey area, to sit down and talk to maybe Axel or Xaldin. But he knew Xaldin was out, and Axel had a mission today. This mean that if there was anyone to talk to, chances were it would be Luxord or Demyx. He needed to think hard about both. He was sure whatever topic was started off would somehow change to what was on his mind, and it frustrated him.

Then again, would it be so bad to ask one of them?

Nothing suspicious about it, especially since he was such a lovable guy. Surely the two would understand that he was just curious, nothing more…right?

Xigbar groaned.

It was not going to be that easy, it never was that easy. How dare he think otherwise? After all the hell he had been through, he should have known better than assume different.

Chances were some sort of amount of force was going to be involved. He just knew it…

He would really hate to have to rape Demyx, but it was becoming a bigger possibility as time went by. He was trying to be nice, but it was taking too long, and now he had to deal with the gambling wonder…

One shot…that's all it would take and he would be out of the way…

What a terrible thing to think, how could he be so cruel to Luxord. The guy drank with him, played games with hi, and went on, missions with him. To just shoot him would be a bit…well…immature, not to mention a bit random. Just shoot the guy without an explanation as to why; Xemnas would be all over him for that.

Xigbar teleported out of the hall and reappeared in the grey room. Such a wonderful thing-to have the ability to pop out of nowhere and do whatever he damn pleased; it was every child's dream come true. God…if only he had these powers while he was in college…that would have been great…

Xigbar chuckled at the immature thought.

But right then he noticed that it was quiet as could be, and that the room was actually…gasp; empty.

Xigbar looked around, surprised that not even Saix was around to lighten, or darken, the atmosphere. Was everyone on a mission right now? Impossible; Saix wouldn't send everyone on a mission; you had to have a few people out to defend the home front.

Then again….he and the other superiors did have a long meeting, perhaps everyone was sent out to help compensate for everything.

Xigbar frowned. Xaldin would be busy showing pinky the way around the castle…and there was a lot of castle. It would be a while till he would be around too, not to mention there would be bathroom breaks and the trip to the bedroom.

Heh…bedroom, and with an oh-so feminine guy too.

Xigbar leaned into the couch, his legs resting on the glass table, getting it smeared as he stretched himself out. He sighed and closed his eye, trying to relax as he though of nothing in particular. Everybody would be busy for a while, and unless he was willing to take up a mission or something, which he wasn't, he would be alone for a while. Not that he minded, he liked being alone. Made resting and thinking so much easier…

Thinking, Braig had nice memories too. Not all of them were sad and/or sick. Even the sick ones, some of them were rather pleasing in the end run. If he was happy, then Xigbarcould feel a bit of something. Sure, everyone else would find it wrong, but they were his memories of happiness, joy, freedom…love.

Why did they have to be so fucked up? Things like this aren't supposed to make you feel happy; they're supposed to make you feel sick and ashamed. How could he want that…?

Xigbar heard the sound of a portal opening up by the huge window pain. He kept his eye closed still as he heard two nobodies walk through it. It didn't take long for him to figure out who it was-the sounds of Demyx sitar, as he was always playing, and the sound of Axel's rather annoying "got it memorized" catchphrase soon filled the room.

Well, guess who decided to make an entrance.

Xigbar smiled a little as he Demyx fiddle through his sitar, taking note of the sour notes. Looks like someone had to fight. Well, he was proud that Demyx took action without his aid. Yeah, Axel helped, but that was aside the point. Demyx wasn't asking for his help with something that he could do on his one-and it made him feel just a little proud of him. He liked Demyx asking for help, but knowing that Demyx was working on his own made him feel all the more special.

But this wonderful feeling didn't last long though…

"The hell Demyx," Axel said in a very annoyed tone. "I tell you use water and you throw your stupid weapon at them?"

"I'm sorry alright," Demyx said upsettingly. "I just…it's hard to make water when…"

"Oh great, another excuse," Axel said, possibly rolling his eyes as well. Xigbar couldn't tell.

"It's not an excuse," Demyx protested.

"Bullshit," Axel said, "you almost get us freaking killed, and you can only say "well I can't play when I'm nervous" crap."

Demyx didn't answer to that.

"You got time to screw around with Luxord and write your stupid music, but you don't have time to better yourself with fighting!"

"I'm training," Demyx said pathetically.

Xigbar wondered if he should but in. He didn't think it was fair for Demyx to try to fight this battle, but he knew helping him might make things worse. Axel would only pull out favoritism…and then Demyx would get even more upset…

"Maybe your right then," Axel said, his voice still holding malice in it.

"Huh?"

"What you said," Axel said with cruelty in his voice, "maybe you are just a waste of a nobody!"

Xigbar opened his eye, his head turning just a bit to catch what the two were doing right now. He could literally imagine Demyx's upset face and Axel cocky overbearing-ness right now.

And he was right as rain.

Demyx stood there, holding his sitar affectionately, his eyes a little watered as hatred not to make himself look any more pathetic than he already did. He looked pretty beaten though, but whether it was from Axel or the Heartless Xigbar wasn't able to tell at the moment.

"…"

"Fucking waste," Axel said.

"I'm getting better," Demyx said.

"Yeah well, you're not good enough," Axel said. "You need to spend less time playing your stupid sitar and more time fighting…"

"I am," Demyx said.

"Yeah right," Axel said, "I heard you playing your dumb instrument all night long last night."

"Yeah…well...I..," Demyx trailed off pathetically.

"Yeah, I thought so," Axel said. "Maybe you ought to consider where your priorities are, especially since you almost got use freaking killed."

Demyx was silent.

Xigbar sighed. This was getting too pathetic, even for his liking. Demyx was literally on the verge of tears, and Axel was becoming more unappealing at the moment-which was something he never thought possible. He got up from his seat and approached the two, the nobodies quickly taking notice to him.

Demyx's eyes widened. Axel frowned even more.

"Ok," Xigbarsaid with a sigh. He made note to not pick any sides, no matter how desirable Demyx's was. "You two want to explain why it is so important to be disturbin' my beauty sleep?"

Demyx looked down; obviously upset that he done wrong to Xigbar. What a good kid…

"Demyx here can't obey simple instructions," Axle said, pointing to Demyx. "He almost got me killed."

Xigbarsighed again.

"So you're going to yell at him," Xigbar then asked.

"…"

"It ain't your job to yell at him," Xigbar said, "it's mine and every other superior in this castle. Your job is to do what I command and do it with a smile…"

Axel started at Xigbar, a smirk growing on his face.

Xigbar frowned.

"I ain't joking," he then added.

Axel's smile faded.

"Get out, both of you," Xigbar said, a bit of pain in his chest as he realized that he had made himself sound like a real jerk for the first time in front of demyx. But it had to be…favoritism would get Demyx nowhere. "And if I hear one more complaint…" Xigbar let the sentence trail off.

Axel looked to Demyx and smirked. He then turned around and strutted off, not saying a word as he did.

Demyx turned miserably to Xigbar, upset beyond all belief.

Xigbar frowned.

"I'm sorry I-"

"I wasn't sleeping kid," Xigbarsaid, shaking his head as he placed a glove hand on the younger shoulder. "Sides' no point in beauty sleep when I got enough of it as it is…"

Xigbar laughed a bit, hoping it would be enough to help Demyx calm down a bit.

"Thanks Xigbar," Demyx muttered, though it sounded a bit forced.

"Something wrong," Xigbar asked. He stared down at the upset nobody, the pain growing even more when he saw the upset face on demyx. It didn't belong there…not that face. A beautiful face like that should never look so sad.

"No," Demyx said.

"…"

"I just need time to calm down," Demyx said, forcing a smile on his face. Xigbar felt disgust pass through him as he watched poor Demyx try to lie his way through this.

Maybe Luxord wasn't the problem…

"Ok then," Xigbar said, his eye still locked on to the sad face. It really did bother him, seeing those lovely eyes being tarnished by tears. Demyx shouldn't have to cry…it ruined his wonderful face.

And without much though, Xigbar did the unthinkable.

Well, not the unthinkable, but close to it. He placed his gloved hand gently on the smooth and soft face, and he wiped away Demyx's tear. He watched eyes close as he wiped the face clean, and as soon as he removed his gloved hand you could bet he was feeling even more regret.

He didn't say anything, though his mind was reeling at his stupid action. He shouldn't have done that. Guy friends don't wipe away tears…

But when Demyx looked up to him, Xigbar saw something different. The frown was gone and a small smile was replaced. Not a fake smile either, but a real one.

Happy.

But the smile quickly faded, and Demyx went and touched his face, a bit unsure of how he was to react to that. Xigbar could only swear at himself; this action being one of the most stupid.

He was sure to see something now…no guy wipes another guys tears…

"Xigbar," Demyx said.

Xigbar froze and looked nervously to Demyx.

"Yeah," he said.

"Thanks," Demyx said, looking to him with the same small smile.

Thanks…Xigbar was speechless.

Demyx was so damn innocent. God, what he would do to press his lips against that boy right now, to hold him in his arms and tell him it was his pleasure, that he would have done it a hundred times over-if only to help Demyx feel a bit better.

Kiss him…

Tell him something…anything…

"Not a problem," Xigbar said.

Great…just peachy.

But as Demyx nodded his head, he detected something. It was small, but he was sure it was there.

Demyx was blushing…

-Demyx-

Demyx sighed as he grabbed a bag of chips. He had to go and embarrass himself right in front of Xigbar. Oh god, was there no end to his stupidity and un…shame? Un-shame?

Demyx opened the bag and leaned against the kitchen counter, thinking about how lucky he was that what had happened in the grey room was all that had happened in the grey room. He had almost told Axel what he was doing last night, not very smart of him…and a good thing he stopped himself too. He hadn't notice Xigbar, what would have happened if he had found out he was writing a song.

Demyx felt his face warm up as he then recalled the gloved hands touching his face. He could remember the warmth of them, the gentility of them as Xigbar carefully wiped away his tears.

A quick moment of affection…

Demyx sighed. It was killing him. Was Xigbar…gay? Or at least bi, he could work with bi…

That feeling…Demyx could remember it. He was sad, upset, ashamed, and then…he wasn't. It was almost as if Xigbar had a way to make even his most miserable moment seem so much more bearable.

And the way Xigbar looked at him; he almost seemed hurt to see him upset.

He had to feel something back, right? There was no way Xigbar could just be being friendly with him…

Does he like you back?

It was a real shame that Luxord was away right now, he could really use a friend to talk to right now…and Axel was probably still angry with him. Xaldin…actually, he hadn't seen Xaldin all day…hmm, oh well.

Axel…

Demyx knew Axel liked to get things done, but this was a surprise. He had never seen Axel so upset, and he had never been so hurt by him either. I t was a real eye opener; you can't really expect to be friends with everyone here.

Xemnas had said they were nobodies…was it impossible for anybody here to be really kind and all that he longed for?

Axel was so nice, he never expected him to snap like that.

Then again, it got right back to Xigbar. He never expected him to go off and be so…so…

What do you call that?

Demyx shrugged. He needed to get to that song. Xigbar being so sweet to him, surely it had to mean something right? Sweet…

Maybe he should right something a little corny, nothing wrong with that right?

Demyx smirked playfully, the yelling that took place long ago in the grey room now behind him. He would go to his room, write the song, inspired by the small act of possible affection, and he would try to write some lyrics to it. Maybe he would come up with something that didn't suck too much. Maybe Xigbar would like it…maybe he would love it…

Demyx almost jumped with joy at the thought, but manage to be mature an opened a portal for him to travel though. First thing first, get the song and write out the rest of the melody.

…

…

…there was something wrong with his room.

Demyx stared at his all too neat bed sheets, his all too neat looking chair that was perfectly placed where it should be, right next to his desk where everything stood suspiciously perfect. His room was a tad messy, but even the boxers lying on the floor next to the white rug didn't seem to be right at the moment. But what could it possibly be? Why was there such a strange feeling welling up inside of him as he stood there, staring at his perfect looking room?

Someone had been in here.

Demyxbit his lip as he recalled the smirk Axel gave him before walking off into the hallway. He sighed; Axel had done something to his room. What; he didn't know…but knowing Axel, it would be something that would really get him upset. He sighed and sat on his bed, looking around as he counted the few posters in his room, the pencils and pens on his desk, the even fewer books on top of his drawer. What did Axel snatch from him this time?

Sad to say that he was used to these kinds of things. If it wasn't a lowered level nobody-Dancers liked shiny things- then it was Axel trying to play a prank on him. He would take something and Demyx would be item-less for a few days, wondering where it was hidden. Today was no different, though the reason behind Axel's snatching was much more different today.

Demyx dropped to the floor and pulled the small box of songs and poetry he kept underneath it. He hoped nothing would be missing, but one could never be too sure. He carefully counted every sheet of paper, and was glad to see that all sixty songs and poems (he's still new…give it time) were safe and sound. Well than, if everything was in order, then what did Axel take? Perhaps he was only trying to get him scare or something?

Demyx shrugged it off, and ate a few more chips before deciding to get back to his previous endeavor-finishing the song.

The Melodious Nocturne got up from the floor, his mind at ease as he remembered the sheet music was left in the drawer with the sock in it. Nice and safe from ever being taken away…

Demyx opened the drawer and moved some black socks out of the way as he looked for his sheet music. His hand shuffled around and he felt his hands touch something papery.

He smiled and grabbed on to the sheets and pulled them from the drawer, pleased that he managed to find himself a decent hiding spot. Demyx hurried to the bed and reached over to grab one of his pencils, eager to write out some ideas.

But he didn't get too far. Demyx glanced at the amount of sheets on the bed and frowned. Demyx was not forgetful, and he knew for a fact that there had been five sheets of music and possible lyrics…but right now he only counted four. He crawled back to the bed, and stared at what was on the bed. He was sure he had taken everything in the drawer. He got up from the bed and walked back to the drawer, giving a quick search.

No paper.

Demyx went back to the bed and examined what was there. He had the melodies, the few lines of possible notes and what not…

The lyrics were gone.

Demyx's jaw dropped just a bit, fear and anticipation growing within him.

Axel didn't…

But…it's not like…

Was Xigbar's name on that particular sheet of paper…?

Was anything revealing on that paper…

Demyx couldn't remember, and it made him sick to his stomach. Axel had taken his rough draft, and a particular sheet that could hold something very dear to him too.

Nervous tears welt up in his eyes as he thought of a way around this. He could ask Axel to hand it back; maybe he hadn't looked through it or shown it to anybody? Demyx shook his head, trying his best to remain calm, but found it to be rather difficult to do on his own.

Demyx bit his lip…this was not good…this was not good at all.

Longest chapter yet, about 7000 words long. Lets see, I was going to have this be the confession chapter, but then I realized just how long I could make this story, as well as the fact that this story is supposed to be dark and all-so this happened instead. Don't worry, everything will fall into place as it should. As for the song thing and Demyx being a "crybaby"; he's going to be a lot more mature in later chapters. And as for him crying, I'd cry to if a redhead called me names and shit. I want to thank you all for all the reviews I received lately. That was really cool of you guys. I never thought this story would ever get that much in just one chapter. You guys rock. Well, you know that rules...updates coming soon.