Omygoodness! Two AMAZING suggestions already! I love it. And I cannot forgive myself for forgetting about Zemyx. ::remedies:: So. That will be written first. Eeee! I'm so happy. No one has been reviewing lately. I keep getting messages saying favorite story and alerts but im like…drop a message? the review windows open..::pout face:: show some love!

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"talking" thinking ((meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!))

What If…

Zexion and Demyx were forced to share a bedroom?

(as suggested by the lovely Inspire-Illuminate)

The Cloaked Schemer stared in absolute and utter shock at the disaster area that used to be his bedroom. How did this happen? He thought as he rubbed his temples to defend against the oncoming migrane. Oh…Right…

----------((flashback of crazy))-------

Zexion sat innocently in the library researching about the Heartless. It was very quiet and peaceful, which was a rare find in The World that Never Was. Especially with Number VIII and Number XIII running around, setting things aflame and blaming Vexen's crazy experiments. Zexion sighed as he thought of the two and their antics.

Well, at least they haven't done anything wrong toda—

BOOM.

Zexion leapt up, startled. That sound definitely did not come from anywhere near the science lab. As a matter of fact, it was more near his bedroom.

--------((end flashback of crazy))-------

When Zexion had arrived in his room, he had found Number VIII and Number XIII arguing in the middle of the debris. Zexion, after none too calmly shoving Number VIII against the wall and asking him what the hell happened, had surmised that Number XIII had hidden from Number VIII in his room. And from events that Zexion didn't even want to know how they transpired, ("It was an accident!" he claimed) Number VIII had went crazy and blown apart his room.

All of my books and research are gone…Zexion sighed sadly. Well, as sad as Zexion would sigh, being that he stubbornly refuses to be emotional. Stupid nonexistent emotion, Zexion glared at his watch and stalked out of the room for dinner.

------((To the cafeteria! Hi ho silver, AWAY!))----

Zexion glowered at his food as he ate slowly. Sending occasional glares at Number VIII and XIII, his dark musings on their slow demise were only interrupted by the Superior's voice.

"Number VI."

"Yes, Superior?"

"It has been drawn to my attention that your room is in rather…dire straits," the Superior said slowly, glancing at Number VIII pointedly. "Number IX has volunteered for you to sleep with him tonight," he continued, "you will stay there until your room is repaired."

Zexion started to sputter, but one look from the Superior shut him up. His mind raced. Demyx! I have to stay with Number IX? I always thought had a…thing for me, but this? Zexion continued to panic slightly all throughout dinner.

-------((::hits fast forward button::))-------

Zexion hesitated as he stood outside Number IX's door. I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought. Here goes…He knocked on the door slowly. Number IX opened the door, smiling at him.

"Hi Zexion! I mean, Number VI, or-"

"Zexion is fine…Demyx."

Demyx smiled and let him in to his room. "I'm sorry for not asking you personally if you wanted to stay with me," he started.

"It's alright Demyx," Zexion said, smiling slightly. "I do not mind."

Demyx smiled more. "So…what do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do, Demyx? It is your room."

"Well," Demyx thought for a moment. "We could watch a movie?"

"Sure. Which one?" Demyx smiled. "There's only one option of course!"

-----((moving on))-----

Zexion stared at the television as John Cusack went after his love in the movie Serendipity. He sighed as he looked over at the unconscious Demyx on his shoulder. He had fallen asleep about an hour ago. Strangely enough, Zexion hadn't really minded. Shifting slightly as snow fell on the couple on the ice rink, he stopped the movie and turned to look at Demyx. He looks kind of…cute when he's asleep… Shaking himself of his thought train, he started to get Demyx to wake up so he would put on his pajamas. "Demyx, hey Demyx! Get up for a minute so you can get your pajamas on!"

Demyx shifted closer to Zexions neck as he muttered groggily, "Don't…wear…pajamas…just boxers…" Demyx shut his eyes again and muttered to himself.

Zexion sighed in exasperation. "So what am I supposed to do? Strip you?"

Zexion was stunned as he heard Demyx mutter a very distinct "Go ahead…" before snuggling into him again.

Zexion stayed in place, frozen as Demyx continued shifting around uncomfortably. I can't believe I'm doing this…he thought as he turned Demyx slightly to tug off his shirt. Zexion tried to think in vain of other thoughts as he unbuttoned the Melodious Nocturne's pants. Pulling them off, he tried not to stare at how…attractive…the other Nobody was. Stubbornly keeping his thoughts on a pure path, Zexion laid Demyx down on the bed before changing into a pair of loose pajama pants. Fully prepared to sleep on the floor, he moved to swipe a pillow when Demyx loosely grabbed his wrist.

"Stay with me," he muttered.

Zexion could not resist as he laid down beside Demyx and pulled the covers over them. Demyx automatically wrapped his arms around Zexion and snuggled into his chest. Blushing, Zexion wrapped his arms lightly on Demyx's back. After staying frozen in place for a few minutes listening to Demyx's even breaths, Zexion sighed and started to feel drowsy himself. Smiling to himself as he lightly pressed a kiss to Demyx's forehead, he smiled at his last thought before entering slumber.

I can get used to this.

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::runs around:: WOOO that was fun! And I could not. resist. using Serendipity. Seriously! Fortunate discovery by accident! And I don't remember if its snowing in that scene but I made it so. Possible plot hole? Oh well.

Ok seriously. I put up the chapter, and ffnet totally screwed my formatting. So i took it off cuz i had to go through it by hand. What the business.

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