Wow I updated quickly…you must feel lucky.

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Rating: T

Type: Opposite attraction

Pairing: Zemyx

He stayed to himself, most of the time. He would like being in a quiet place, undisturbed. Be it in the library, outdoors, anywhere. It was peaceful, rather than the rest of the Organization he was part of- always rowdy, chaotic, and distraught. It got on one's nerves after a while. Well, living in closer-than-comfort quarters with twelve other people would naturally get old very quickly.

And this particular member of the Organization was number VI, the cloaked schemer, Zexion. As you might already be able to tell, he didn't socialize much, or get to know the other members. Quite the opposite, actually; he would avoid all of them at all cost. The one he saw most was Xemnas. And that's only because he was the Superior, and it was inevitable that you would see him at least three or four times a week.

One day, however, was different.

The Superior had called Zexion to his room. Another mission to get more hearts, no doubt.

As he was on his way to the top floor of the castle, on the opposite side of the hallway was another member of the Organization. Running full-speed down the hallway, trying to escape cruel and unusual punishment, no doubt.

Zexion failed to register this fact, as he was thinking too hard about what tactics he might use on this new mission. And he paid dearly for it.

The other member crashed into him, knocking the wind out of him as he stumbled on to one knee.

As the blue-haired nobody tried to catch his breath, the offending member looked up from the floor at him. Apparently he was knocked down, too.

"Ah, heya there, Zexion…" he said, sitting up and scratching his head.

"Demyx…"

"Sorry about that. But it seems that I am no longer being chased," he said matter-of-factly. He held a hand out to the illusionist.

Zexion ignored it and stood up on his own, and smoothed out his coat, brushing any dust off of it that might have accumulated there from his fall.

Demyx smirked. "Ya know, you're like the emo of the Organization. If we didn't all wear black all the time, you would probably look it too." He said.

Zexion sighed. "I'm late to a meeting with the Superior," he said, and started walking off.

Demyx looked around cautiously, and quickly followed the blue-haired member.

"Hey, ah…why ya going to see the Superior?" he asked.

Zexion rolled his eyes. "Why do you care?"

"Because, I know everyone in this Organization but you. And I'm curious," he said.

"Hmph." Said Zexion.

"Oh don't give me that." Said the water nobody. "Why don't you trust anyone? Weren't you like one of the founding people of the Organization?"

Zexion stopped suddenly, causing Demyx to do the same. "The first thing I've learned is that you can't trust anybody. Especially if that somebody happens to be a nobody." He said, looking a bit contemplative and sad.

Demyx thought about that for a moment. He then replied, "Well…I know nobodies supposedly 'can't feel', but even a nobody needs comfort at times. If you spend all your time by yourself, who's there to listen to the things you have to say?"

Zexion raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't think a nobody could say such things as Demyx had just said.

"It doesn't matter. Even if you tell someone else your worries or problems, they can't do anything about it." Said Zexion, starting to walk again.

Demyx then walked with him again, smiling.

"Even if they can't do anything about it, it sometimes feels better if you know you can tell someone else what's buggin ya. You don't necessarily have to give them your complete trust and spill your deepest secret…but just the little things. Like, I like bashing on Xemnas because he makes us go on stupid missions to Larxene, because that's something we have in common." Parried Demyx.

Zexion just shook his head. They soon reached the door to the Superior's room, and Demyx sighed. "THINK about what I said, kay?" he said, and turned around, walking away.

The cloaked schemer cocked his head to the side in wonder. He didn't think the rest of the Organization had the capacity to have an intelligent conversation, let alone a mildly interesting one.

Zexion shook these thoughts off and entered the Superior's room. And yes, he got sent on another stupid mission.

But when he got back, he couldn't stop thinking about what Demyx had said about talking to someone about the things that made you up tight, and such.

And after a while of thinking, he got up. A few minutes later, he was outside the door marked with the Roman numeral 'IX'.

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I always love a happy ending. –sigh- School starts this Wednesday for me…so I'll be updating as much as possible… -another sigh-