A/N: Hola guys, it'd be nice if you reviewed. Even if you just tell me what you had for breakfast this morning(I had pancakes). Onwards!

002. Love.

I was mad. Obviously, when there's someone of the opposite gender in your home, especially one who lives there, you don't go around saying stupid shit like, "Women are only good for sammich making." And you never, ever, ever, say that you wish there was a woman around. Especially when there's one standing right in front of you.

Is he seriously this dense? I asked myself. I was chasing him around the Castle, knives in hand. I was definitely going to kill him today. The stupid water boy wouldn't know what had hit him.

Funny, in any organized sport, he probably would be the water boy. He was scrawny, lazy, and mildly geeky.

But that wasn't the point. The point was that the bastard was going to pay.

Finally, we ended up in the Grey Area. It was just the two of us, which was pretty unusual, but everyone else was on some sort of mission. Trust Mansex and his bitch to plan so very, very well.

Demyx stopped at the window. I threw a knife at his shoulder. It grazed his coat and dropped before it hit the window. I didn't have bad aim, but killing him right away would ruin the fun and rebuilding a window that was at least 10 times my height would not be in my best interests.

I was expecting him to cringe, to scream, to try to hide behind something. Instead, he turned around and looked at me. He turned his head sideways, and, needless to say since it conflicted with my previous predictions, I was confused.

He stepped forward. I clenched my fingers and held my knives tighter, though they were already practically digging into my skin and my knuckles were turning white. He kept walking, until we were almost face to face. Or would have been, had he not been quite a bit taller than me.

"Look, you idiot, I am going to impale you with these kunai, and you're going to disappear, and we'll all live happily ever after." I said. He smirked. I stepped back, Demyx was really out of character today, and that couldn't be a good thing.

"You know you couldn't do that, Larx." I glared. I hated that nickname. "You love me too much." It was impossible not to laugh. I released my knives and clenched my sides laughing.

"Ha, you really do hold on to that 'Nobodies really do have feelings' notion, don't you?" I wondered briefly if he'd ever heard Vexen go on about his research on hearts, and continued, "Listen, runt, Nobodies do not have hearts. There is nothing in your chest. You'd feel it if you did, right? We don't have blood going through our veins. We're shells, Demyx. And shells can't love."

I was expecting him to go back to normal, but I knew better than that, since my expectations had been failing today. Instead, he bent down, and pressed his lips to mine.

And at that point in time, I experienced undeniable proof that Vexen was wrong.

A/N: Fail. I was supposed to write this and publish it yesterday (durr, Valentine's Day, love, it was too coincidental), and then my dad was all "Let's go see a movie!" and we saw Lightning Thief and got home at about 1 am. So yeah. I'm sorry, if you're reading this. This is one of two ideas for drabbles that I had that started this whole project, so I hope you like it :) I'm trying to find a good theme to fit the second one.

Quick question though, do you see the difference between Larxene's point of view and Demyx's? I tried to make his choppy and all over the place, whereas hers is a little more fleshed out. But I dunno if I did a good job of that.

I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or Demyx, or Larxene, or the Castle that Never Was, because unfortunately I am not Squeenix. But seriously, if a teenager owned Kingdom Hearts, that would be insane. Maybe in a bad way though.

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