Editors Note: JESUS CHRIST ON A CRUTCH. took me FOREVER to post a third chapter. my apologies! and also for it's lack in AWESOME. i can do better, but at the moment this was really my best. hopefully i'll continue on and get loads better! haha. enjoy!

After Xion felt comfortable in her room, I reluctantly left. I was about to open my bedroom door when I heard the most aweful sound every made. Of course, I knew right away what it was. Demyx's sitar skills. I ran over to Demyx's door and banged my fists on it in rage.

"DEMYX! STOP THAT DAMN NOISE!"

Demyx stopped, leaving me pleased with myself, then he opened the door and I seen his face. My good mood left as suddenly as it came.

"I'm practicing to fight. Duhhh," Demyx always tried to make himself sound smart, but everyone knows he's not at all the sharpest tool in the shed. "So…did that chick come? We need more power. We're kinda of slacking."

"I wonder why," I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" Demyx had his eyes narrowed.

"Er, yeah. She came. Why?"

"….she hott?""…."

"Just asking."

"Well, I won't answer. She is a fellow member. We will not look at her in lust or love. It's strickly business." I knew I didn't really feel that way. I had Axel as a best friend. Not a business partner. And Xion? She made me feel something. Something I knew was impossible for a Nobody to feel.

"Right….well. If you like her just keep her away from Xaldin. You know the ladies just love his dreadlocks." And with that, Demyx closed the door. Leaving me with a cocked eyebrow.

I shook my head and went to my room. Why is this place and everyone in it so freaking strange?

I plopped down on my bed and started thinking about Xion. I replayed when she grabbed my shoulder. That rush of warmth and joy that spread through me. Or when she hugged me. I was lost with the hug, but it felt right…especially when I got a whiff of her hair. It sounds stranger but….it just….it smelled like nothing I've smelled before, so I couldn't place it. But it was amazing.

It seems like it still lingered in my nose. I chuckled slightly.

I thought of her face, as I gave her a tour. The curious and innocent expression that she had. It was adorably angelic. Like a child. I smiled at the thought of it all.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. Like the ocean. I think that's why I could so easily drown in them. Her hair was completely black. Like the abyss. Which I think is why I got so lost in it's silkiness and smell when I hugged her.

She was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

But, despite what I think, this is strickly business. Nothing more. Nothing less.