Ok I finally just shut off my family and turned my music up and wrote this out. Hope you enjoy. This story is a little hard to write because it basically has no plot at all. It's just a mess of fluff and angst. So sorry for the badness of it.

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Demyx smiled blissfully as he floated down the hall in a dreamy state. He was finally with Zexion. The slate haired boy was the love of his life. He didn't know how he knew what he was feeling was love, but he knew he was. He smiled and wandered towards Zexion's room, only to find number 6 gone. He cocked his head slightly and opened a portal.

He stepped out into Axel's room and looked at the red-head.

"Axel, do you know where Zexion is?" The red-head shook his head.

"The superior sent him on some top secret mission, but he was supposed to be back today." Demyx's eyes widened.

"Do you think he ran into trouble?"

"Nothing he couldn't handle Dem." The dirty blonde bit his lip and walked away, still worrying about Zexion.

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A few days passed and Zexion returned to the castle. Demyx was overjoyed to hear his beloved was back and ran to the slate-haired boys room.

"Zexion!" The dirty blonde squealed and tackled him in a hug. "I'm so glad your back Zexy, I thought something horrible had happened when you didn't return on time."

"Number 9 would you please refrain from tackling me. I don't much enjoy it." Demyx let go and stepped back.

"What?" He whispered, his eyes widening. "Zexion what are you talking about?"

"I only asked you to not tackle me Number 9. Also I'd rather you call me by my number. My name is much to personal for a lower status than me." Demyx took another step back, his eyes sparkling with unspilled tears.

"Zexy... don't you remember me?"

"Of course I remember you Number 9. Why would you think I've forgotten you?" The dirty blonde shook his head.

"No Zexion! Don't you remember what we had?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about Number 9." The slate haired boy murmured and pushed the dirty blonde out of his room. Demyx couldn't contain his tears any longer. He ran as fast as he could, his hood up to hide his tears. This couldn't be happening to him. Why... How could Zexion forget him, their love? How could he forget that? Demyx opened a portal and ran straight through.

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He ended up in the middle of a dark alley way, rain pouring down on him. He collapsed against the building and sobbed. He couldn't believe that Zexion had forgotten everything. He just couldn't.

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Well that it's. I know it's a short story, but I really have no inspiration for this story. Be a good reader and review