Author's Notes: Hello all! I find it much easier to write now that I got over the obstacle that was chapter two and have gotten the fanfictional ball rolling. I've also finished Kingdom Hearts II, so I won't have so much gaming keeping me away from my writing.

As always, I'd like to thank my reviewers and say the same blah blah blah, I don't own these characters. However, if I did, I'd make sure that DemyxZexion was canon. X3

Enjoy the new chapter!

You didn't have a reason to talk to me... and when you opened your mouth, silly words with no meaning fell out.

It never stopped you from talking to me, no matter how awkward you sounded. You still smiled and continued to talk.

But your music...

Even if you were odd verbally, your music could always pick up the slack. Whatever you wanted to say in your music... pain, anger, hate, love, happiness... you could say it with the flick of the wrist and the strum of the sitar.

I had often thought that Nobodies weren't capable of true feelings.

But when I heard your music again...

I began to feel something as well.

I believe you called this "something"... this "emotion"...

Love.

Chapter Three - Music

Times had changed drastically in Castle Oblivion. Normally, it had just been cooperative work between the thirteen members, none of them really minding the other. But now... it had seemed like an all out war was brewing on the horizon.

With the help of Lexaeus, Zexion had found out of Marluxia's plans to use a young Keyblade wielder to overthrow Organization XIII. He had sensed this boy's arrival at the castle the very moment he stepped in, followed by another shortly after. This second boy had a lingering scent of darkness that intrigued Zexion to the point where he had come up with the beginning of a plan to counter Marluxia's schemes.

Zexion had left a majority of his plans to Lexaeus, but the moment things got out of control, Zexion would see to it that things would be put right. He seriously doubted that he would be needed to act, since Lexaeus seemed like he'd be able to take care of things.

Though he seemed like he was completely confident in the fact that things were going right, despite the fact that there seemed to be a fissure between some of the members of the Organization, Zexion had other matters on his mind. He pushed these thoughts to the back of his head, but for some strange reason, they just wouldn't ever go away.

It didn't help that in the early morning hours, when everyone else was asleep, when Zexion was usually tending to his studies... he heard music. A soft, slow tune drifting from the outside hallway. When Zexion heard the ballad for the first time, he walked to the hallway and prepared to send Demyx away for his interruptions, but he found no one to scold. The music had stopped that one time, when he actually looked for it.

But now... Zexion had convinced himself that it was some sort of illusion brought on by the stress of the race to knock Marluxia off of his seat of power before he took the Organization for himself. Zexion had no loyalties to Marluxia, his only concern was his research for the Superior. That, and a single lingering thought in the far reaches of his mind were driving him forward.

Leaning back in his chair, the silver haired man sighed. More now than ever, the thoughts had been building up in his head to the point where he had a light migraine. He wanted to step outside once again to clear his mind so that he could focus more at the major tasks at hand. There was only one thing that bothered Zexion about going outside...

"Demyx." The man let his opposite's name roll off his tongue. There was just something about that blond haired oblivious man that Zexion couldn't describe, not with a hundred thousand words at his disposal. After thinking about it for a second, Zexion stood. The music he heard so late at night swelled, as did something deep within his chest. The silver haired man fell back into his chair, surprised and stunned by what he just felt.

The music had stopped. All Zexion could hear now was the labored breaths he drew from the sudden shock. He clasped a hand to his chest, feeling for any sort of wound. He hadn't been able to tell if what he had just felt was good or bad, but then again, how would he know in the first place? Nobodies couldn't "feel". It was impossible... wasn't it?

Zexion once again stood. There was no music hindering him this time, and he continued on to walk out of his research facilities, heading towards the front gates to Castle Oblivion. He could sense the source of the music coming from there.

Of course, the one playing the music was Demyx. Zexion could tell the moment he arrived at the gates. He was resting with his back against the castle walls, playing the song that Zexion had heard during his late night work. Only now, the music was much louder and more intense than before. The wordless song spoke of love, passion, death, darkness, light... it seemed that the music could portray any emotion under the sun.

But... how is that possible? Zexion thought as he approached Demyx, who had his eyes closed and was just strumming away at his sitar. Zexion quietly stood before his opposite, just staring at his calm face as the music continued to tell a tale riddled with emotions.

As the song made its way to a crescendo, Zexion felt the same swelling feeling in his chest. Unable to bear it anymore, he roughly grabbed Demyx by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall he was gently propped up against.

Demyx stopped playing his instrument and the music slowly faded away into nothing. He opened an eye lazily, and when he saw Zexion, smiled. "Hey." He said, simply.

"Don't you 'hey' me!" Zexion barked. He was fed up with Demyx's games. He wanted some answers. Holding onto his shoulders a little tighter, Zexion locked eyes with the blonde and prepared to figure out exactly what was up with him.

"What's going on with you? That music... it shouldn't have sounded the way that it did! Have you forgotten what we are?" Zexion asked. Deep down, he didn't recognize the voice that was talking or the words he was saying. Everything seemed to come crashing down on him at that very moment, the problems with Marluxia, his orders from the Superior, the strange feelings he had found himself with... and Demyx.

A pulsing sound was ringing in Zexion's ears and he clasped tightly onto Demyx's shoulders. It became louder... and louder... and louder still until Zexion swore he would go mad from the noise.

And then... it stopped.

"Love."

Zexion, who had tilted his head down during his moment of panic, looked back up into Demyx's warm eyes. His breathing was heavy and his face showed nothing but confusion.

"It's called love." Demyx said. He let go of his sitar, which fell to the ground with a dull thud. Demyx then lifted one of his hands and gently touched the side of Zexion's face.

"But... how?" Zexion asked, absolutely tired from the stress of this ordeal.

"I found it on my own, just like you found it in my music. Just because you're told something, it doesn't mean it's true, right?" Demyx stated simply.

Zexion gave a light smile, in spite of all that had just happened. He let go of Demyx, but continued to look the blonde in the eyes. "Love, huh?" Zexion turned around to look at the starry sky. He breathed deeply at an attempt to calm himself from what had happened earlier. After a couple of seconds, the white haired man faced Demyx again.

"Let's go back. It's late." Zexion said, his voice finally regaining it's monotone composure. Demyx nodded and the two walked back, side by side.

That was the night when you told me you loved me.

I think I knew back then that I loved you too.

But for some reason, I could never make the words come out.

There was no fooling you, Demyx.

You could see I was trying to tell you.

And you accepted how I wordlessly said it without any question.

I'm glad that you could hear what I wanted to say, even though I couldn't speak them out loud.

After all, the best things in life are unspoken.

AN: Man, these chapters are just getting longer and longer! I wanted to have a kiss scene in this chapter, but I really couldn't fit it in, so it'll have to wait until the next chapter. Don't worry though, I'll find a way to make it funny Demyx-style! XP

I tried my hardest writing the Chain of Memories bits. I haven't played the game in so long and a friend is borrowing it right now, so I can't replay. But if I got anything super wrong, drop me a comment and I'll fix it up pronto!