Chapter Summary: Demyx just wanted to know what having a pet Heartless was like; he didn't sign up to have one sleep on his face!
Can anyone help him out?

Demyx woke up to a heavy weight resting on top of his face.

No, it wasn't a cat. Apparently, old Xemmy frowned upon keeping cats in the Castle that Never Was (according to icky Saïx, that is). And this is a rated PG-13 story, so there was no innuendo involved.

What in the name of Nothingness was suffocating him? He couldn't tell, it was too dark!

Wait, his eyes were still closed.

Well, now he just felt stupid.

Demyx opened eyes and blinked. And blinked again. Most of his eyesight was blocked but he could make out three things:

1. His blond strands falling over his forehead (he really needed to borrow Axel's gel more.)

2. The blank whiteness of his room (which meant he was still in the Castle and was probably late for the meeting in the Round Room for the nth time.)

3. There was a Shadow Heartless lying on top of his head.

Sora.

Come to think of it, he does distinctly remember Sora following him last night after Demyx bribed him with some ice cream. (What? He wanted to know what it was like to have a pet Heartless for once. What made Roxas so special he got to keep one?)

(So unfair.)

In fact, the last thing he remembered last night before falling asleep was cuddling Sora (who, surprisingly, didn't protest at all). But Sora had been lying on his chest at the time.

Guess he climbed up while he was asleep. Geez.

Whelp, okay. He knew what the problem was, he just needed to get it off his face before he got into deeper trouble than he already was in.

Demyx lifted his arm, wrapped his hands around Sora's torso and tugged.

Nothing happened.

He yanked harder.

Sora didn't budge.

Demyx considered pulling harder than he already was, but those claws looked wicked sharp and while Sora was fairly harmless for a Heartless, he was still a Heartless.

Demyx scrunched up his face (the parts that were covered up by a sleeping Shadow, that is) and thought hard for two minutes before slumping in defeat.

There was no way he was going to get out of this, was he? Not without some outside help. Like he didn't already have a reputation that was already non-existent.

Ah, well. Someone was bound to check in on him at some point.

It had been over two hours. Two. Freaking. Hours.

And for some reason, nobody came by to check on him at all!

Sure, he was lazy as heck and most (if not all) considered him deadweight in the Organization, but come on! He had to count as an afterthought at least!

Seriously, where the heck was everyone? Why wasn't anyone coming to help pull Sora off his face?

(Unbeknownst to Demyx, Saïx had chosen that exact day to give the Organization members a vacation day, leading many to abandon the castle in pursuit of mischief and innocent fun.)

(When Demyx found out, he would not stop pouting for days.)

Demyx nearly growled in frustration. He really needed some extra help, but who could he even ask at this point! He could ask the Dusks, but they weren't of much help and would probably make things worse. Not to mention they weren't at all nice like his Dancers—

Oh Kingdom Hearts, he was an idiot. "Hey! Dancers!" Demyx shouted as loudly as he could.

With a small swoosh! and pop! Two Dancers showed up beside Demyx's bedside table. The one nearest to him titled its head in concern. What is it, my liege?

"A little help here?" Demyx frantically gestured at Sora, still sleeping on his head.

The two Dancers exchange glances (oh he could practically see the glee on their faces!) and nodded, before floating (twisting?) over to Demyx's face. They reached out their arms, grabbed Sora, and pulled.

And pulled.

And pulled again.

Sora didn't twitch. He just curled up even more.

At this point, even the most loyal Dancer knew when to give up. So the two in the room proceeded to poof away, ignoring Demyx's cries of "Hey!"

Great, even his Dancers couldn't help him. So what was he supposed to do now?

Fall asleep and wait for the next day?

…

…Meh, he didn't exactly have enough pride to be upset over that.

So Demyx proceeded to close his eyes, and do exactly that.

Five minutes later, Sora stirred awake. The Heartless blinked once. Then twice. Then he looked back down at Demyx's face, shrugged, turned around and went back to sleep.

(He would be found in the morning by a frantic Roxas, a snickering Axel, a worried Xion, and a bemused Saïx.)

Demyx learned two things that day:

1. Saïx was a big *Bleep* (censored for all the children reading this) for not giving him a makeup vacation.

2. If he ever got a pet Heartless, he was going to name him Chester and make sure he never slept on his face.

Bonus:

It was a good draw of the cards that day, Luxord thought so to himself, after all, it wasn't every day a member of Organization XIII managed to get a day off.

If that occurred due to a certain higher up losing to him in a solid game of poker, well that was between him and the Guardians of Fate to know, and nobody else to find out. Not from him, at least.

Now that he finally had some time off, he intended to make the best of it with his poker league. Or, if everyone else was busy, he could practice his Tarot Card reading; he did so want to see what was in store for the future.

But first, a dilemma.

Luxord stared at the scene in front of him: a sleeping Demyx with an equally sleepy Heartless draped over his face. Even Luxord could tell it was not an ideal sleeping position nor was it particularly comfortable.

Which brought him to this question:

To help? Or not help?

There was only one way to decide.

Luxord placed a hand on his deck and drew. With a quick flick of the wrist, he flipped the card around, glanced, and smirked.

The cards had spoken.

Luxord turned on his feet and walked out the door.

Originally I had Saïx find Demyx earlier, but it didn't fit it the scene, and ultimately, Luxord sort of snuck his way into a bonus scene. Kind of makes me want to do a chapter with Luxord. Maybe next time.