I'm terribly sorry for the huge delay! I had pre-exam stress and post-exam stress and lots of vocab homework and RolePlays to post on and stuff.


A few weeks later, we find Demyx lying down on a white couch in a random, blindingly white room. A window at one end of the furniture let air blow in through it, as the seemingly infinite night sky showed its presence.

He and Zexion had been getting fewer missions than they expected after the whole episode with the Superior. Demyx had thought that he was going to be turned into a Dusk until Xemnas had given him another mission a week before. Sadly though, he wasn't able to sleep during the mission which lasted a couple days. At worse was that he had to spend it with Axel, who was still quite rude even after he had (regrettably) muttered a quick apology to both him and Zexion before they had left.

On the plus side, there had been no jabs or attempts at disrespecting Zexion lately too. Everyone knew that if they messed with Zexion, they'd have to deal with an unhappy Demyx. And when Demyx wasn't happy, flood possibilities rose.

Returning to Demyx, we find him slowly opening his eyes to look at the sky above him. Eyes heavy with satisfaction gazed at the incomplete Kingdom Hearts. He shifted slightly to get a better view, lying now on his stomach.

What would happen once they finished it? Would they just grab their hearts and go? Run off and never look back? Ditch the lives they lived at the World That Never Was to continue where they left off?

Demyx sighed again and rolled off the couch onto his back on the floor. He landed with a heavy thud, and stared up into the ceiling, slowly starting to close his eyes again. He was readying himself for more peaceful sleep when he heard a familiar gruff voice.

"What?"

The single syllable question itself wasn't exactly special, but the way the speaker pronounced it made it sound threatening. It sounded as though the speaker were daring the other to throw the first punch; start the impending fight so that they could relieve themselves of their pent-up anger.

"You didn't here me? I guess you need me to repeat it then, am I right?" teased a smug, light-but-manly voice.

Demyx could tell those voices anywhere. One belonged to the big, burly man who was usually found with Zexion, Lexaeus; the other, Marluxia, the girly man with a terrible mind. Demyx didn't think that those two being together could result in anything good.

Quickly, the blonde rose from his relaxed position, and headed towards the area where the row was starting at. He knew that Lexeaus was like a loyal Golden Retriever to Zexion, and would protect him if need be. Marluxia on the other hand loved to constantly pick on the shorter Organization member, taunting him about anything he figured would remotely bother the nobody.

"Don't make me-" Lexaeus started slowly. He had planned to say more, it sounded, but was cut off by Marluxia.

He could hear the malicious grin in XI's voice as he repeated his comment. "It would seem that our little Shadow Walker really is gay. I wonder if you two have had se-"

Demyx started to rush. He knew what the cut off word was, and could hear the first punch being thrown. He didn't like it when people were aggressive and argued, especially when it could be prevented… and when it included Zexion, there was no telling what could happen, especially with a man as big as Lexaeus by his side. Things could turn out even worse than when Demyx himself lost it.

He finally rounded another corner and was almost crushed by a big mass of black robes being tackled by another, larger one. Demyx used a dodge-roll, and managed to get out of their path as they crashed to the floor, rolling around and getting tangled up in each others' robes as they screamed out battle cries.

He righted himself up and watched with wide eyes as he saw fist after fist being thrown and block by both assailants. He could hear the sound of clenched hands hitting bare flesh as parts of robes were being ripped off.

"Withdraw from your quarrel at once!" An irritated huff came from another area of the large hallway.

Demyx turned, not even in the least bit surprised that he could see a short Nobody standing in a fighting position behind him. He had noticed how much Zexion had started not liking the many fight's fellow Org members started randomly. Whether it was because of nasty migraines or because he didn't like him (Demyx) showing up to stop them, Demyx didn't know, but one thing he DID know was that this fight had to stop soon. Zexion was near and Demyx knew he couldn't disrupt this brawl by himself considering it was between Lexaeus and Marluxia.

And besides, this was on the list of thing's Demyx had found:

3) Intentionally hurting other people while expressing Emo's

"Lexaeus! Let him go!" the voice called Demyx back to reality, and he saw Zex give him a quick hesitant glance before returning his sight to the struggling battle. The glare being thrown at The Graceful Assassin could tell Demyx enough about the situation for him to know that Zexion actually would prefer for Lexaeus to prolong his damage until Marluxia was as good as dead.

Demyx wouldn't have it. Though Marluxia really was an ass, he was one of the more responsible members and Xemnas wouldn't take too kindly to the fact that he was battered and bruised by Lexaeus, possibly the most loyal person to Zexion.

Xemnas would immediately point fingers at Demyx for coercing Lexaeus into fighting Marluxia for him simply because he was scrawny. Well screw that! Demyx was buff and he knew it! He would even unzip his cloak to pull up his wife-beater to show all the worlds in the Kingdomverse if he wasn't preoccupied at the moment. Which, by the way Demyx…

Demyx twisted back to stare straight forward at the still-fighting-mass-of-black-awesomeness cloaks and tried to make up a plan on how he would get them to end the dispute.

'Maybe… maybe I could yell at them to stop! But they're not listening to Zexion and he's the reason they're fighting in the first place… Well, something has to work. I guess I could…' A quick uninterested glance at his hands told him the obvious answer.

A small, knowing, and playful grin reached his lips as he stuck out a hand and summoned his Sitar from his room. A cool, bubbly, wispy sound introduced its arrival but was drowned out by the grunts of the fighting males.

A small hand grabbed his shoulder as he prepared himself for the beating he would get later for doing this. He could've sworn that there was a disturbance in his stomach, and where Zexion had touched now was warming faster than it should have. He shifted his eyes to the side, just barely able to see the sixth member through his peripheral vision.

"Dance, water, dance." He whispered as his eyes narrowed and his grin turned sinister. He strummed his sitar on the lowest note he could figure, trying not to draw attention to himself.

The hold on his shoulder tightened as the short Nobody took a hesitant step forward and watched water spray in between the two men, forcing them apart. A small laugh of amusement attempted to escape from his throat, but was quickly hushed as he took another step forward –letting go of Demyx's shoulder- and was submerged in the complaining coming from the manly pretty-boy.

"What the hell?" he yelled glaring at the instrument in Demyx's hands. "Where did you come from… and when?!" It was obvious that he felt highly uncomfortable as he shifted in his saturated clothing. It was also apparent that he wasn't in the least bit happy with the water wielder.

A long rough groan sounded as Lexaeus picked himself up off the floor, almost slipping and falling on his ass again, and walked up to the two on the sidelines. He was oh so very confused. Wasn't this what Demyx had been doing? Helping Zexion from hurtful comments from other members? If it was, then why did he separate them just when he was winning the scuffle?

"Wha- what are you doing?" He managed to say in-between deep breaths. The fight had left him breathless. "I was almost done kicking his ass. Why'd ya stop me?"

Demyx gave him a look of amusement and quietly informed him that that had been quite obvious and that he had no doubt he could do it. He then looked over to the small nobody diagonal from him and gestured for them to leave.

"Hey! Answer my damn questions! I demand that you tell me!" Apparently Marluxia wasn't done with them. He huffed and waited with crossed arms across his torso, tapping his boots. He looked like he would throw a tantrum if they didn't acknowledge his presence. It also seemed as if he didn't even remember that he had been wrestling on the ground with the biggest member -even though he probably didn't want to remember it anyway- getting beaten up.

Lexaeus was about to turn around, hands already clenched once more, and punch him to make him shut up, but Demyx held his arm and pulled him forward. Demyx stopped but Lexaeus continued walking rounding a corner.

Demyx's smile left and he turned facing him halfway, glaring at the tall man. Zexion now stood in front of Demyx clearly confused as to why he didn't continue walking with Lexaeus. The confusion left as Demyx opened his mouth, watching Marluxia with narrowed eyes, and spoke with venom and exasperation.

"Shut the fuck up, Marluxia!"

He couldn't remember how long he had wanted to say that. To finally be able to say it aloud was almost as unbelievable as not having hearts to him.

"No one wants to hear you talk. All you do is plot, insult, and fight. Frankly, I'm getting tired of it. I think everyone else is too except for Larxene. Why don't you go complain to her? She can give you a dye job whilst you whine. I'm sure she and you can have a little pity sex afterwards when you finally look like a man. Once you're done you can say you're sorry and all will be well." Marluxia seemed to be genuinely offended.

Demyx gave a small grin and laid a hand on Zexion's shoulder. He turned his head back to Zexion and nodded his head in the direction Lexaeus had gone in.

"Let's go talk to Lex now."

Zexion stared blankly at the hand and gave a shaky "Y-yeah…". He shifted his vision to the blonde and looked him in the eye.

Demyx could've choked just then. The gratitude utterly apparent in his eyes almost shocked him. He looked completely different when he was like this. There were no harsh words or looks. Just Zexion…

"Remind me again why the monster attacked me?"

Demyx turned to give him another glare but stopped seeing the back of The Graceful Assassin. Obviously it was a rhetorical question, considering as how he was walking away. Demyx could've laughed at the squeaky squishes the boots made every time they had pressure applied to them.

He felt a tug on his wrist on the arm that had been holding Zexion's shoulder and turned to see the small boy pulling him toward a hall in the other direction of Marluxia.

"Oh, right. Lexaeus." He gave a small chuckle walked forward with him. He kept up fine but Zexion never let go of his wrist. The walk to Lex remained silent between the both of them.

When they did reach him Zexion hastily released his hold, though it seemed The Silent Hero noticed anyway.

"You alright?" He asked Zexion. He knew he was okay by the look Zexion gave him.

"Better than I've felt in a while." He answered truthfully while a smile started twitching into place. He unconsciously held his hand with his other. There had been a subtle sensation in it when he had grabbed Demyx's wrist, and he didn't know how to explain it... At least that was what he told himself at the moment.

Demyx's face held the soft smile reserved only for special occasions. "Hey, Lexaeus. Why did you attack Marluxia like that?" He watched Zexion stiffen behind him from his peripheral vision. "I mean," He didn't like the fact that this was making Zexion uncomfortable, but he wanted to know any reason someone would tease anybody as innocent as The Cloaked Schemer (AN: No ironicy intended). "I know it had something to do with Zexion," He remembered what Marluxia had said before the first punch had been thrown." But could it have been insulting enough to risk being turned into a Dusk?"

Lexaeus was almost speechless. Demyx had a very good point. Being found out was not as bad as being killed over the fact that one was homosexual. Hell, a slap would've sufficed for him. But Zexion on the other hand…

"I don't believe I'm at liberty to discuss this, though you do miraculously have a point." He gave Demyx a small smirk.

Demyx gave a pouting frown before smiling in good humor. "I'm not stupid Lex. I just don't usually say my views aloud. Let alone the ones that actually sound smart to begin with."

The larger Nobody chuckled slightly before "I'm terribly sorry for starting all of this chaos."

Demyx laughed and waved his hand in a "Nonsense!" way. "You're wrong. I know you didn't start the fight. I heard what Marluxia said! He deser…ved …it." Yeah. He realized what he said.

"Fuck!" He grabbed the closest wall he could and slammed his head into it three times. The third time he kept his head resting against it.

"I'll just... go now. I promise I won't step in on your job." Lexaeus said quietly. He warped away leaving Zexion and Demyx alone.

A silence settled between them. Quiet glances thrown; always fearing they're going to meet the others.

And then movement, as Demyx turned from facing the wall. He kept one hand on it to steady himself and just let the other hang limply. He hesitantly turned his head over to the smaller Nobody with an apologetic frown.

The smile had left Zexion the moment he realized Demyx had heard Marluxia. Now that Demyx knew he was interested in other guys, he would most definitely stop defending him. He would stop talking to him and make fun of him too. He would probably tease him and then leave just for kicks. He would laugh an-

"You want to go get some Sea-Salt Ice-Cream?"

The surprise on Zexion's face confused Demyx's stomach. It didn't know whether to have butterflies for relief, or suspense. Once the grin came though, it knew very well which one to feel.

How could anyone say no to that hopeful face? He had completely destroyed all of the hypotheses of what could happen that Zexion had made in his head. He was as nice as one could get, and was waiting for an answer.

"Yeah. That would be nice."


Alright! I did it! Yeth! This chapter was difficult for me to write. I didn't want Demyx to yell at Lexaeus. Also, the whole "Homosexual" deal was just thrown in at the end; originally, it was going to be something completely different. And, I've decided that I will have nobody beta this. I want to look back at this later in life and see how much I've improved.

On another note! The next chapter has the line that inspired this whole fanfiction! I had fun with it and drew a quick picture, then it turned into an idea to draw a pic for every line in the notes, then turned into this!

Also, beware. The rating will go up in a few chapters, maybe even the next.