Dealing with Emo's in positive ways.

-Negative ways of dealing with Emo's do nothing to solve the problems. These are a few negative ways of dealing with Emo's:

---Exaggerating Emo's.


Demyx lifted his head from the comfort of his black carpet and glanced behind him to his door. Just a few doors down, the number six of their Organization was entering his room. Hopefully, Demyx hadn't left anything in disarray. If he had… well, he didn't want to think of the consequences… you know, once Zexion had realized it was him that had sneaked into his quarters. His power may be retarded enough for everyone to make fun of it, but it had its advantages. Like the fact that he can smell a persons scent from a mile away.

Since Zexion had promptly hated IX upon first sight, Demyx had to think the next encounter would be a strained one. With his luck lately, he would probably let it slip that it was his own choice and had not been forced to do it.

Demyx shook his head to clear the negative thought's racing through his mind. Immediately, he looked down, hearing something crinkle beneath his grip. His eyes widened in shock at what lay underneath his hands.

"Ah, crap." He whined, eyes narrowing at his own stupidity, and head falling back to the floor. Since these papers had been on top of everything else on that desk, they had most likely been going through a scan with the holder. Meaning Zexion would notice their absence. Demyx lifted his head and brought it crashing down again. He repeated his actions many times until his head ached in protest.

"Not fair. Not fair. Not fair." He kept whining to himself, starting to rise. He was in the process of standing when a knock was heard on this door.

Demyx watched the door in horror as someone tried getting in. The door handle just jiggled for a few seconds before it stopped completely. Sighing in relief, Demyx turned towards the black bed in the corner of his room, lying beside a gigantic window with the curtains drawn aside, unlike the one in VI's room. Closing his eyes, a small smile crossed his face. His happiness was short lived as a shadow blocked the light streaming in from the window(A/N: not the heartless shadow). He hesitantly opened his left eye, and saw a mass of red hair coming out of a dark portal.

Of course. It just had to be Axel… but at least it wasn't The Cloaked Schemer.

"Oh, good. You're alive." The red head smirked. He stepped forward and put his left hand on his hip while waving his right in motion with his next words. "It almost seemed as if you had disappeared. Thought you might have faded." He glanced around the cluttered space that Demyx spent most of his time in and dropped the hand on his hip, as well as the other. "How do you do it?" He asked curiously.

"D-do what?" Great Dem. You're stuttering. That's a DEAD giveaway that you've done something!

Axel just looked at him like he was an idiot. (Well, he had to be to step into VI's room, right?) "How do you stay in this cramped room all day? I wouldn't be able to handle it! I'd need to get out, into some fresh air. No matter what I felt." He explained himself. He watched Demyx expectantly as he sat down on the Nocturne's bed.

Demyx only followed and sighed. "There are a few members that I wouldn't mind avoiding…." He said slowly, thinking of one in particular. He flipped through the pages in his hand and landed on one entitled "Dealing With Emo's In Positive Ways"

"Ah… you mean the emo kid." He said knowingly. Most of the Organization knew about the immediate difference between them. Demyx, being hyper and clueless, and Zexion being calm and practical; the clash was obvious the moment they stepped into the same room.

Demyx looked up at Axel, then dropped his gaze back to the papers and started to read them. "Yeah. Him…" He trailed off, losing the conversation to the papers in his hand.

'Negative ways of dealing with Emo's do nothing to solve the problems. These are a few negative ways of dealing with Emo's:

Exaggerating Emo's.

Demyx got an idea. Maybe Zexion acted the way he did because he didn't know how to feel happy… being a scientist and all, he had known nothing but cold hard facts and solid theories.

And then… maybe this was in his room because… he wanted to change. And he wanted to know what was being dealt to him! He wanted to know how others could help! So that he could ask and help himself at the same time!

"Of course!" the excited voice of IX rang out. The grin overwhelming his face couldn't have gotten any wider.

Axel took a chance and decided to ask what was up.

Demyx only turned his head and grinned. 'Maybe helping him will get him to like me! Since he's known the others longer, and has no certain death wish for them, I could do this myself! No help from anyone! I'm going to do every single one of these things on the list! Well… all things not bad, that is.'

He couldn't keep his enthusiasm in any longer, and turned to Axel, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, accidentally hitting their heads together. "I know what I'm going to do!" He shouted, excitement evident on his face.

Axel looked at him like he had just told him that he loved him (A/N: insert my AkuDemy fangirl squeal). "Wha…?"

Demyx just grinned and let go of his Superior's shoulders. "Nothing Ax! I'm perfectly fine!"

Axel just stared at him. "I didn't ask how you we-"

"Why'd ya come here in the first place Axel?" Demyx interrupted him.

Axel leaned away from the sandy blond and in a slow voice started to speak again. "Roxas is on a mission, and you are the closest one here to him personality-wise. Got it memorized? I just wanted to rant. Roxas usually just listens while playing a video game or something. You could just play your sitar and ignore me."

Demyx nodded as Axel decided to take over the blond's bed, laying down and making himself comfortable. Demyx turned and leaned against the foot board and summoned his sitar, and started to play a few quiet notes. By the time he actually started to play a song he knew, Axel was already deep into his one-sided conversation.

Demyx was really getting into the chords when he caught a small bit of Axel's rant. His delicate strumming fingers halted to a stop, sliding across a few strings making the sitar create a screeching sound.

"What did you just say?!" He yelled, scaring Axel into jumping involuntarily. The look on his face made a small feeling of fear rise into Axel's empty chest. If he had had a heart, it would've been beating like crazy.

"Umm…. I said that… Zexion was being an icky emo-tastic bore… Why?" He said. (AN: I hope I didn't make him sound gay! He's used the word 'icky' before, so I didn't think anyone would mind)

The face that Demyx had given him…. Kingdom Hearts, it was scary! It even seemed as if Demyx was rising and grabbing him by the collar of his cloak. Heh, even scarier was the fact that it seemed real when he tossed Axel out of his room while yelling at him. Ouch, it also must've hurt the fake Axel in this imaginary scene when he hit the wall across the hall from Demyx's door. Oh wait…

Axel reached up and rubbed his pounding head. Damn that had hurt.

"What the hell Demyx?" He said, wincing as he tried to get up. But Demyx wouldn't have it, and instead of letting The Flurry rise on his own, he grabbed his arm and pulled him up towards his face, making sure Axel could see his expression.

"What was that you said?" He asked in a frighteningly soft voice, cocking his head to the side.

Axel looked up into the eyes of his underling and saw what seemed to be the previously gentle blue eyes turn with a murderous look. Was it just him, or had the surrounding area just gotten a little more humid? It almost seemed as if the nobody's mood affected the area around him. This wasn't a very good day for Axel.

"Er… nothing! I-I said nothing." He stuttered out. 'Note to self: NEVER piss off Demyx again!' He scrambled to keep his feet under him; holding him up so that the blond wasn't fully manhandling him. Oh no, he would never let that happen. Xemnas would sooner turn him into a dusk than him let that blue-eyed wimp show him up!

He raised an arm and grabbed onto where Demyx was gripping his coat, and jerked his body away. He stepped back a few paces before shaking his head.

"What's with you? This isn't-"

"What is going on out here?" Said the monotone, and slightly aggravated voice of The Cloaked Schemer.

Demyx had been facing the opposite direction, but had snapped his head to look behind him fast enough to get whiplash. True enough, there Zexion was, looking as bored as ever while sticking his head out into the corridor.

It seemed as if all motion had stopped, until Axel backed up slightly. There was no way in hell that he would let himself get mixed in between an encounter with these two. They were just too different to get along… kind of like him and Demyx, except for the fact that they (meaning Zex and Dem) didn't meet by a chance encounter of both trying to prank Vexen.

Axel watched as Zexion narrowed his eyes while looking at Demyx, but the latter didn't seem to be phased by this act. Instead , The Melodious Nocturne turned back to Axel and asked a simple question.

"That was really rude! Aren't you going to apologize to him?" Demyx pointed at the slightly confused nobody. The expression he gave the redhead gave him two options. The first was to go ahead and apologize to the unknowing member of the Organization and escape being put out by Demyx's powers. The second was to get the hell out of there like his precaution had suggested and escape being put out by Demyx's powers.

He chose choice number two, and was out of there sooner than a flame under water.

"What was that all about?" The cobalt-blue haired nobody asked from his doorway. He wouldn't be moving any further for the nuisance who had disturbed his search for some missing papers.

"Axel insulted you… I didn't think that you would like to be talked about behind your back so…." He trailed off. He didn't want to talk too much for fear of telling the other his plan. No, that wouldn't bode well with his acquaintance. For starters, no one was even allowed in VI's room. The fact that Zexion already hated him just added to his point of not telling.

He would keep this his little secret.

Zexion's expression hardly changed if any. Only the slightest raise of an eyebrow and a mild look of annoyance indicated he had moved at all. Muttering a quick 'Thank you', he disappeared into his room again. But there was one more movement Demyx could've sworn he had seen as Zexion's face had moved almost completely out of vision. Even if it had been a mirage, it was nice to think such things could happen when doing something nice for someone who you believed hated you. It could've been his imagination… but he doubted he would imagine something as small as this. But even if he did imagine it…

Zexion had just given him a small smile.