Okay, just to make sure you guys don't get any sick ideas, Larxene's sleeping position while on the roof is like this: the back of her head faces Demyx's torso. Her face looks out towards the sky. Her head is laying on the part where your calves/ankles cross when you sit cross-legged. Got it memorized?

Demyx sighed as he sat on the roof of Castle Oblivion, staring at the night sky and strumming his guitar. He hummed softly to himself a melody he once knew before becoming a Nobody, a shell of a person without a heart.

The sky looks so beautiful… even if it is always the same, he thought sadly. The sudden sound of footsteps behind him startled the Melodious Nocturne. He whirled around to see none other than Larxene, the Savage Nymph, looking down at him disdainfully, arms crossed, and with a smirk on her face.

"What are you doing up here? Marluxia's gonna kill you if he finds you," she said playfully. Demyx shrugged and turned back to his sitar.

His reaction startled the blonde.

"Don't you care?" she asked, intrigued at his lack of terror at her. Demyx shrugged again and plucked some strings on his sitar, mimicking the tune he was humming earlier.

Then, Larxene did something very strange.

She sat down next to Demyx and hugged her knees to her chest, and did not attempt to kill, electrocute, or taunt the mohawked man.

Demyx stared at her with wide eyes, surprised at her sudden change of behavior, and even more surprised when Larxene leaned on his shoulder, staring up at the sky, just like he did, moments before.

"Um… Larxene? W-what exactly are you doing?" he asked timidly. Her anger was legendary and more often than not, painful.

She glared at him.

"I'm sitting up here with you and staring at the sky. Is something wrong with that?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. Demyx shook his head quickly and smiled nervously.

"N-n-no. It's just… you're normally not this calm…" Larxene ignored his comment and nuzzled his shoulder unconsciously.

"Hey. What was that song you were humming earlier?" The Melodious Nocturne looked taken aback.

"I don't know… it… I heard it sometime when I was a Somebody… and it just popped into my head tonight and I decided to hum it. Why?"

"No reason," she shrugged. "It… sounded nice." That shocked Demyx the most. Larxene, the Savage Nymph, the sadistic and cruel and sarcastic single female member number XII, thought that it sounded nice?

He decided not to say anything.

After all, he did enjoy living mostly physically unscarred, and did not want to change that fact anytime soon.

They sat in silence, bathed in the moonlight, for quite some time, before Demyx noticed that Larxene had fallen asleep, and that her head had fallen onto his crossed knees. He blushed slightly at the awkward position they were in, and poked Larxene gently in the shoulder.

"Nnngghh… what?" she moaned, shifting slightly in his lap.

"Larxene… you really need to get up… it's really late and you were… kind of… sleeping in my lap…" She swatted his hand away and snuggled into him more, watching the sky through slitted eyes, and trying to prevent Demyx from making her move. Her limbs were still asleep, and she knew that they would feel very uncomfortable if she moved.

"How can I be kind of sleeping in your lap?" she mumbled. "I could be awake, half-alseep, or asleep, but not kind of sleeping, got it?"

Demyx cracked a smile, but poked her again worriedly. What if they were caught by Dusks?

"Larxene… we seriously need to leave, and I'm not going to just leave you here, okay? So come on!' he beseeched, until Larxene glared at him.

"Fine. If you want me to leave, then carry me to my room," she ordered with a playful glint in her eye.

"What?"

"You heard me. Do as I say and no one gets hurt. So, if you want to leave and you don't want to ditch me, then carry me to my room." She smirked at Demyx's face of resignation and giggled happily (but quietly) as he picked her up gently and opened up a Corridor to teleport into her room.

It didn't take long to get there, but when they did, Larxene had fallen asleep.

Again.

I seriously wonder what's up with her. She's so… different, thought the dirty blond. Setting her down in her bed, Demyx was about to turn off the lights before Larxene caught his hand.

"Stay with me?" she pleaded sleepily. Demyx thanked whatever deity might be out there for Larxene being half-alseep: his blush was very, very noticeable. He shrugged and kneeled down on the cold floor, complying with her wish.

He left once he was sure she was asleep.

Larxene yawned as she opened her eyes sleepily. To her surprise, Demyx had stayed the whole night with her, holding her hand. His mulleted hair was mussed, and he was sleeping quietly with his head on her bed, but with his knees on the floor.

"Thanks for staying with me, ... Demyx."