A/N: I want to thank Tic Tacky for the review! It is appreciated so much! And I would like to thank by beta Sensei Alicia for all the work she has put into this and being able to give me the chapters on time.

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Demyx stirred, rolling onto his side to face his best friend. Axel lay on his stomach, his limbs were stretched not only on the bed, but also across Demyx as well. His hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, which Demyx noticed he always wore to bed. The little bit of sleep he managed to get last night seemed entirely too short. Attempting not to wake Axel, Demyx crawled over the the edge of the bed. He slid onto the floor and tiptoed toward the door.

"Dem...What are you doing this early?" Axel yawned, peaking through half lidded eyes.

"Oh Axel, sorry I didn't mean to wake you up." Demyx replied. "I couldn't sleep last night."

Yawning, Axel turned on his side to face Demyx. "Isn't that why you came to sleep with me?"

Demyx could feel the heat rising to his face. "I...Yeah. It is. But I was worried about Zexion, I feel so bad. And I wondered if I could help." The room was dark, making it impossible to see the irritation on Axel's face as he spoke. "And the Superior said that I could help Zexion if he wants me to. I won't feel better until I know that I couldn't do anything else for him."

"Do whatever you want. I'm going back to bed."

"Thanks Axel! And I'm really sorry that I woke you up!" Demyx smiled, closing the door lightly behind him.

"Demyx, you're lucky its hard to stay mad at you." Axel muttered, closing his eyes.

Demyx ran down the darkened hallway until he came to the room marked six. Demyx knocked lightly, not wanting to barge in. When he didn't hear any response Demyx walked into the room, stumbling over a few piles of books that lay on the floor. "Ouch!" He fell onto the floor.

"Number Nine, may I inquire why you are in my room?" Zexion asked upon hearing Demyx's shout. He could smell the musician walk into the room, however, he had hoped that the other would turn around and leave if no response was given.

"Your awake?" Demyx hopped to his feet, rushing over to the bed. "Did I wake you up?"

"No." He replied. The bed shook slightly as Demyx slammed into it. "Once again, Why are you here?"

Demyx was thankful that Zexion's room was dark. "Um, well since I kinda hurt you..." He took a long pause, trying not to stutter. "I was wondering, um, do you want me to help you? I could...you know..."

"No thank you."

"Are you sure?" Demyx asked, leaning closer to the bed. "It'll make me feel better, I feel horrible!" He whined. His fingers clung to the blankets instinctively. When he didn't receive another answer, Demyx fell to his knees. "I guess you don't wanna talk to me anymore..."

"Demyx, don't be ridiculous. I refrain from talking to anyone, you are no different."

"Can you please just let me help you?" Demyx pouted, hoping his persistence would work.

Zexion just sighed, turning to where he could smell Demyx's scent. "If you insist." He slightly shook his head as he heard Demyx cheer. If this Nobody insisted on helping him he figured he might as well use him. "What is the time?"

"What?" Demyx asked, surprised. He didn't expect Zexion to ask him a question so suddenly. "Its an hour till breakfast...Wow, now I feel even worse! I woke Axel up before breakfast again!" At these words Zexion would have rolled his eyes if they were not bandaged. Demyx's mood swings was something he would have to adjust to.

"You woke Axel up?" Zexion asked, genuinely curious. Axel wasn't a Nobody easily woken. If one did manage to wake him up they usually got burned.

"Yeah, this is like the third time I think..." Demyx pondered, helping Zexion sit up. "I stay with him sometimes. Its nice and warm in there, and Axel never seems to mind. But when I wake him up early, he does get irritated." He smiled, happy he was able to share a bit with Zexion. "What do you usually do in the mornings?"

Zexion was about to tell Demyx to turn the lights on, however, he quickly realized it would be futile. He scooted himself to the edge of the bed, his small legs draped over the side. "The mornings are exactly the same. I wake up, shower, and then go the the library."

Demyx thought for a moment, when did he eat? When Demyx first arrived at the Organization he remembered Xigbar telling him that Zexion didn't attend any of the meals except dinner. "When do you eat? Tell me you don't just eat one meal a day?" Demyx stood up and backed up a few steps, realizing that he was extremely close to Zexion. After those steps Demyx tripped over another stack of books. "Do you mind if I turn on the light?" He asked, laughing at his klutzy nature.

"I eat after the others clear the area. I prefer to dine alone. And you may turn on the light." Realizing that Demyx had moved, Zexion was now free to stand. He was used to walking around in the shadows, however, he always had the use of his vision. "You may go to breakfast."

Demyx stumbled around the room, this time careful not to trip over anything laying on the floor. After walking across the room Demyx reached the door. If this room was anything like his, then the light switch should be next to it. His rubbed his hand against the wall until he felt a familiar lump on the wall. He flipping on the lights. "Much better!" Demyx stole a glance behind him at Zexion, who was taking small steps across the room.

"Let me help you!" Demyx ran over to the stumbling Nobody. "Are you going to the bathroom?" He asked, grabbing Zexion's hand. He blushed slightly when he felt the cold skin against his own. He took a mental picture of Zexion's disheveled appearance. The hair was tousled and his clothes wrinkled. He smiled when Zexion nodded in reply.

When they reached the bathroom Zexion pulled his hand away from Demyx. "I can handle myself from here. Go down to breakfast with the others."

"Wait! You didn't grab a change of clothes!" Demyx yelled after the door was closed on his face. "I'll just leave them outside the door!" He turned and hurried toward the closet. Inside he wasn't surprised to see the cloaks hanging neatly on a hanger as well as the black pants that accompanied. After pulling the items out of the closet he noticed a small dresser to the left, hidden inside the closet. Cocking his head, Demyx opened the top drawer. His face blushed a deep red realizing what was in this drawer...underwear. Of course Zexion wore underwear, it was only common sense. He quickly pulled a pair off the top and pushed the drawer closed. Behind the door he could hear the water to the bathtub running.

After laying the clothing on the floor Demyx walked idly over to the bed. He flopped forward onto the mattress, his legs dangled off the side. The body heat that lingered from Zexion warmed Demyx's face. Unable to resist the urge, Demyx rolled sideways to allow his entire body to rest on the bed. He pulled the blanket up across his body and snuggled deep into the pillow. As he began to drift into sleep he heard the bathroom door click open and close. Zexion would be out in a few minutes.

Zexion grabbed the clothes Demyx left out for him. As he dressed himself he fumbled the clothes. He assumed that dressing without sight would be an inconvenience, however, he didn't expect to have this much difficulty. After ten minutes of hassle with the zipper to his coat without success Zexion sighed. Stroking the walls with his hands he eventually made his way back to the door. At least it seemed walking around wouldn't be cumbersome, at least in his room. The bathroom door easily swung open, which caught the small Nobody off guard as he stumbled into the room. "Demyx, I require assistance."

Demyx's head snapped up quickly from the bed. Cringing at he slight pain in his neck Demyx pulled the blankets off. "Sorry, your bed just seemed so comfy...it's so much softer than mine...or Axel's." He hurried over to Zexion, swerving around stacks of books on the floor. "Your room wasn't this messy last time I was here!"

"I was researching."

"Oh. What do you need..." Demyx couldn't finish his sentence when he noticed Zexion's state. His hair was dripping wet and his coat was unzipped. It seemed he didn't bother putting on the shirt that was given to him.

"The zipper." Zexion merely stated as he grabbed both sides to the coat.

"I see...um, why didn't you put on the shirt? The coat material is very uncomfortable." Demyx closed the distance between the two and grabbed bottom of the coat. When Zexion didn't answer Demyx caught on, it seemed that the shirt was too difficult to put on. "Do you want me to help put on the shirt?"

"That is not necessary." Zexion replied coldly. He waited till the coat was zipped before walking in the direction of the door. "I assume you joined the others at breakfast?"

"Nope, I wanted to wait." Demyx smiled despite knowing that Zexion wouldn't be able to see it. "Anyway, since Axel doesn't go I get lonely. I mean Luxord is alright to talk to but its always the same conversation." Demyx created a portal to his left, grabbed Zexion's arm and ran through.

"Where are you taking me?"

"The kitchen silly!" Demyx chimed. "It's time to eat, I'm starving!" He exited the portal with Zexion on his heels. After leading Zexion to the small bar area to sit, he hurried over to the refrigerator. "I've never really cooked before, but it cant be too hard."

Zexion knew the two was not alone in the area. It seemed as though Vexen's scent was emitting from the dinning area. Thinking it best not to bring up the subject Zexion remained quiet. Demyx seemed to get nervous when the older Nobody was around. After what occurred yesterday he did not wish to bring anymore tension between the two. Normally he would enjoy watching the conflict, however, without control of the argument there was no satisfaction. Control was his greatest desire. Instead of calling Vexen over, Zexion merely listened to Demyx pull cooking utensils from the cabinets.

"Is there anything you want me to make you Zexy!" Demyx asked, breaking Zexion from his thoughts. "Like I said, first time cooking, so make it easy..." Demyx stopped, grinned, then continued. "Or you can tell me how to make what you want! Lets to that, it'll be fun!" He laughed at these last words. "We can even invite Axel."

"Invite Axel? Do you honestly believe that apathetic neophyte will rise before midday?" Zexion commented.

"I guess your right." Demyx laughed. "I will get it serious trouble if I wake him up for the second time today." After pulling out the last of the frying pans, stacking it on an unsteady pile, he tuned to his companion. "Made up your mind yet?"

As Zexion was about to speak he noticed another scent heading toward the kitchen area. The charred scent could only belong to one Nobody, Axel. Surprised at the Nobody waking early, Zexion ignored Demyx's question. As the scent drew closer Zexion concurred that his situation would soon become quite bothersome. When Axel was within feet from the room Zexion turned his attention back to Demyx. "Just coffee."

"Just coffee?" Demyx cocked his head slightly. "Thats not food..." Demyx's sentence was cut short when he noticed his favorite Nobody walking into the room yawning. "Axel!" He cheered, sprinting toward the redhead. "What are you doing up? Its still early."

Axel glanced toward Zexion, amusement clearly written on his face. "I couldn't get back to sleep after a certain Nobody woke me up this morning." Axel remarked, lowering himself to Demyx's eye level. "I remember telling this person never to wake me up before breakfast again, if I'm not mistaken."

Demyx just grinned and playfully shoved Axel. "Since your here I can make you breakfast too...but only if you help me convince Zexy that he needs to have more than coffee."

"I don't know Dem. It seems our superior member here doesn't eat much...I mean he's so short." Axel teased, walking to sit beside Zexion.

"Eight, You will refrain from disrespecting one of the original six." Zexion calmly replied to the insult. Never in his non-existence would he give Axel the satisfaction of seeing him irritated. "Number Nine if you could please make the coffee."

At these words Demyx pouted. Zexion was calling him by name most of the morning, and then Axel had to come along. Even through the calm facade Zexion created he could tell that he was annoyed. After glaring at Axel for a brief moment Demyx turned to the coffee machine and stopped suddenly. "Um, how do I make coffee?"

Axel walked over to Demyx, oblivious to the glare he had received earlier. "I'll show ya. I have a feeling your going to make it often. Zexion there is well known for drinking lots of coffee." Axel motioned toward the Nobody still sitting at the bar. "I'm just wondering what he's going to do with his time. He very well cant read or do experiments." Axel grabbed the coffee beans from the pantry door and the grinder from the cabinet.

As Axel demonstrated how to make the coffee Demyx attempted to absorb the information. If what Axel said was true and Zexion did enjoy coffee often it was vital for him to learn. He studied each step, occasionally asking Axel to repeat the steps. "How do I know how much water to add?" Demyx asked as Axel poured the water into the machine.

"Hm, good question...I usually just pour some in till it looks right." Axel shrugged. "If you don't put enough the coffee will be strong. But don't fret, thats what sugar is for." He closed the compartment that holds the water before turning on the machine. "And now we wait."

Demyx nodded. "Where does the coffee go when its done?"

"In this compartment. When its done you put your mug here, press this button, and it'll come out." As Axel responded he heard someone else enter the room through the dinning room. He turned slightly to see, however, turned back to Demyx when he noticed it was Vexen. He lowered himself to Demyx again and whispered in his ear. "Don't look now, but Vexen is here."

Vexen observed the room before speaking. "Six, its highly unusual for you to converse with these two." He stood beside Zexion.

Zexion nodded, "It seems as though Number Nine is attempting to repent for his actions."

Vexen looked to Demyx with surprise written on his face. "Indeed, this is unusual. Have you taken an Elixir this morning as I instructed?"

"No. I plan to mix it in my morning coffee."

Demyx looked over his shoulder at the two scientists conversing. He noted how open Zexion seemed to be with the older man. He still kept his front up, however, he seemed more comfortable. This made Demyx wonder how long the two has known one another. When Axel nudged him he looked to the coffee maker, the red light flicked off. "Is the coffee done?"

"Yeah." Axel reached above him and began to pull out mugs. "Vexen, do you want some coffee?"

"No. Make sure you take that Elixir, Six." With these last words Vexen exited the room.

"Stiff as ever I see." Axel laughed, pouring coffee into three mugs. "How do you like your coffee Dem?"

Demyx looked sheepishly at Axel. "I've never had coffee..."

"Really? Well you like sweets right?" When Demyx nodded Axel walked over to the refrigerator. "Coffee creamer it is." He poured about an equal amount of creamer as coffee in the mug, threw in some sugar and flavored syrup before handing it to Demyx. "Enjoy."

Demyx took a sip and instantly spit it out onto the floor. "HOT!"

Axel chuckled. "What did you expect. Its actually cooled off quite a bit because of the creamer." He then turned to Zexion. "How do you drink your coffee Zexion?" His hands twirled the creamer in circles as he spoke.

"Pumpkin Spice with two teaspoons of sugar, a dash of cinnamon and whipped cream." Zexion replied. His mood lifted once he smelled the coffee, however, he didn't let it show.

"Never thought you would like sweet coffee." Axel snickered, grabbing more things from the pantry. "Watch closely Demyx, knowing Zexion he doesn't change flavors often."

Demyx watched Axel once again in fascination. When Axel handed the coffee over to Zexion he turned back to Demyx. "Think you got it?"

Demyx nodded, starring at his own cup. "What did you put in mine?"

"Hm, good question. I just kinda threw some stuff in there." Axel turned back to the counter to make his own cup of coffee. "Thats how I make mine, different every time. Trust me, there's only been a few times I couldn't drink what I made."

Demyx walked over to the bar and sat down next to Zexion. He peeked over and noticed Zexion taking in the smell of the pumpkin spice. Smiling, Demyx lifted his own mug and took a small sip. The coffee was drinkable temperature now. "Wow Axel, this is good!" He laughed when Axel winked in response. "Is there anything good to eat?"

Axel glanced around the kitchen, smiled, and pulled out something in a large tuber ware container. "Anyone interested in some pound cake?" Demyx raised his hand high and waved like a kindergarten student on show and tell day. He grinned widely as Axel handed him a chunk of the pound cake with strawberry syrup. "Do you want some Zexy?"

"No thank you. Please desist from using that..." Zexion was forced to stop talking as Demyx shoved a dripping lump of pound cake into his mouth.

"HAHAHA!" Demyx laughed, pouring more syrup over his already drizzled cake. "I know you like sweets so don't deny it! Your coffee smells sweeter than mine." His mood was lifted even more at the small smile he thought he saw on Zexion's face. He could have been wrong seeing as his face resumed his normal nonchalant expression. This is how he wanted to spend time in the Organization, with both Axel and Zexion at his side. Both Nobodies were complete opposites, and yet they complimented each other.