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【♒】 - There's a loud

                                                yelp from the Nocturne, thunder sounding through                                                 the air, roaring loudly and making him skitter behind                                                 the nearest object to hide. He's not a fan of thunder.

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【♒】 - For a moment;

                                              he almost seems offended by the suggestion.                                               And he's reminded that, no matter the front                                               he puts up, no matter how much he denies it.                                               He has no heart. He pretends that he's not like                                               them, the rest of the Organization. That he's                                               innocent and got pulled into darkness rather                                               then walking hand-in-hand with the nothingness.                                 He remembers vaguely, giving up on the world of light.                                 Giving in to the darkness within and allowing darkness                                 to become his one and only true friend. The reminder                                 that he's not any different than the rest of them brings                                 a smirk. Something dark and not at all normal for the                                 Melodious Nocturne to wear upon his features.                                                                 Pretending that he'd brought Zexion                                                                 here just to show him the book collection                                                                 faded, along with his innocent act.                     In reality, he'd wanted a smile on the blue haired males face.                     Hadn't been thinking about the prospect of what he could get                     from the smaller male in return for the brownie points he'd just                     earned, there's part of him that wants to prove to Zexion that                     he'd done a good deed just to simply do it. That he provided                     him with enough reading material for months, simply because. But the heartless part of him, the dark void.. Wants nothing more than to take, take and take anything and everything that the shorter Nobody can provide him with, and it wins - marching himself closer and closer to the other, backing him up against one of the bookshelves.                                                   ❝What if there was a favour?                                                           What if I wanted you?                                                                What if I brought you here to take you?                                                                    Take you and make you all mine.❞

      [ ✒ ]  He recalls a young boy, head full of messy slate-coloured                  hair and blue eyes wide with wonder, standing in the                  middle of a huge room filled with books, bound in colour                  of every colour imaginable. The castle library, filled with                  bright sunlight streaming from the large windows, had                  been grand, a beautiful sanctuary for the child who                  yearned for knowledge but wasn’t allowed much freedom.                  The place he remembers is very different from his dark                  and dirty hole, but there is something similar in both the                  experiences.

                 He’s being granted an escape. A chance to discover, to                  explore, to learn.

                 For it to be someone Zexion had more or less ruled out                  as useless was a stark reminder for the Schemer not to                  overlook people and judge them by the front they put up.                  Demyx had obviously taken notice of his penchant for                  literature.

                 Eyeing the blush, Zexion tilts his head, the awed smile                  transforming into a smirk much more characteristic for                  the Schemer.

                 ❝ Oh? Is that really it? You were not trying to gain                  something for yourself, a favour or … ? ❞

                 He’s obviously teasing; of course there’s something                  Demyx wants out of Zexion, he knows that. Nothing is                  ever free.

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【♒】- Oh, god.                                  Demyx is not in the mood for visitors.                                  Especially not when he's actually doing                                  what he's supposed to be doing in the                                  first place. It's weird for him to actually                                  be working and not slacking off. So the                                  old saying must really ring true, huh?                                                There really is a first for everything.                                                 His annoyance is made clear when                                                 something quiet and rather very                                                 unintelligent escapes his lips.                                        ❝Aw, crap.❞

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❝Hmph..    Fine.❞

        【♒】 - Heaving a sigh,

                     Demyx relaxed into the taller males hold.                      For some, it might seem weird to enjoy                      such a thing as being carried by another.                      The Nocturne has no shame about it,                      This is shown as a little purr escaped his                      throat and he nuzzled into the others                      shoulder, he knew sooner or later he'd                      have to admit everything, come clean                      and let Lea know that he's not truly sick.                      But for now, while he's in the redhead's                      arms, he'll play the part and take his                      punishment later when the truth comes.                              ❝Up the stairs, two doors                                 down and to the left.❞         He answered quietly, closing his eyes         and nuzzling into the others neck,         breathing out softly and enjoying         the scent and the warmth and the         closeness of the other male.

”But also it gives you colds.”

The redhead stated, chuckling quietly at Demyx’s reaction; that squeak was as cute as it was loud, and made the other grin, keeping a good hold on the melodian as he hummed. Now that he noticed it, he was acting a bit clingy… But Lea surely didn’t mind, being one of them himself.

He kept his arms around him, humming when Demyx had a solid grip on him, smiling gently down at the other. ”I’ll spoil ya a bit, be sure of that~ You’re lighter than I imagined. It’s like lifting up a small peluche~”

He teased, gently nudging the other’s head with his cheek. 

”Say, where’s your room? So I can carry ya there and we can lay down.”

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【♒】 - When his

        eyes stop swirling from the dizziness of rolling downhill.         Aquamarine irises flicking up to the person staring at him.         The one who actually saved him from a tin covered death.                                         And then the insult comes, and he gapes like a fish.                                            ❝I resent that remark!                                               I am not a  k o o k!❞                 Despite the fact that that comes out as a garbled wail.                 And that now he's pouting childishly, he's not a kook.                 He's just misunderstood, and he pushes himself up                 getting to his feet, only to get smacked in the back                 of the head with his sitar, which had become some                 weird creatures throwing object, a yelp jumped out                 from his vocal chords and then he dropped, more                 like flopped, unconscious, on his face, landing                 on the ground with a thud and some blood                 draining from his nostrils, he's sure he sees                 a light at the end of a tunnel, at least that's                 what he mumbles as he lies there, twitching.

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                                 A  little  dazed and confused, Sora was barely able to                                  catch his  balance,  clumps of dirt falling beneath his                                  feet  and  down  the  same hill the other person went                                  tumbling down.  Eyes wide and mouth hanging open                                  a little,  Sora managed to get over  his  shock  before                                   he made his way quickly down the hill, wincing when                                  he  heard the crash of tin and the figure  -  whoever it                                  was - buried beneath it. 

                                                  ❝  Hey!  Are                                                                    you  alright?! ❞

                               That sure was some fall… Sora thought to himself, trying                                 to brush and chuck the tin cans off of the person quickly.                                What the heck were they screaming after, anyway?    He                                wondered,  but  stopped  short of anything else when he                                lifted   the   tin   can   off   of   the   stranger’s   face  and  -

                                              ❝   What the  …  Hey!                                                               Hold on a sec! You’re ——                                                               You’re that guy!  The  kook                                                              from the Organization … ❞

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❝but water is my specialty..❞

                【♒】 - The Nocturne

          smiled once more as his hair is nuzzled into.           His heart still pounding like the hooves of a racing horse.           And then an ungodly squeal ripped from him as he was lifted.           Despite knowing it was possible, he hadn't expected it.           He'd thought Lea was just teasing about carrying him.           Not that he was griping, his arms winding around the           taller males neck and Demyx nuzzled into his shoulder.           The warmth of the other, and the way he smelled of..           heat? It didn't really have a smell though, neither           did fire. The scent was hard to describe, but oh so           comforting to the water manipulator, small hands            gripping together to lock his arms around Lea's           neck and hold himself in place against him.                                ❝... you are. It's nice..                                       I like this.. You                                        carrying me..❞

”Damn… You should really stop playing with water, Dem. Ya probably caught a cold or something…”

The wielder murmured, gently nuzzling Demyx’s spiky hair with his cheek. It must have been the other’s lucky day, or just the fact that Lea was naive when it came to other people lying to him: or maybe that he heard Demyx’s newly found heart beating against his chest, and got him progressively worried. Plus, the other’s puppy eyes had him melting, as the ex Nobody returned him a gentle smile and a nod, moving to pick up the boy in his arms. It didn’t took him an effort— he was lighter and smaller.

”Don’t worry, I’ll nurse you to health again~ Mmm, so it’s true that I am an heater…”

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【♒】 - He finds

       himself grinning as wide as possible at the others reaction.        Books were Zexion's thing, they always had been and most        of the others didn't pay attention to the little things like this.        Demyx is observant, and he knows the love that he feels        for his sitar - well; that he should feel, it's just a memory        but there's still a blatant attachment - it's only a fraction        of how strong the shorter males attachment to books was.        His hand rubs the back of his neck as he watches the awe                    that Zexion is in - regarding the shelves and shelves of so                    much literature and knowledge to keep him busy for quite                    a while to be quite brutally honest.                     He can't help but blink as the other uses his name.                    Not his number, it's his name. It leaves him just                    blinking, with a tinge of pink crawling across his                    cheeks and a memory of what pride felt like -                    springing up to the surface of his mind.

                        ❝I was following my orders and looking for                            somethin' for Saix, and I saw this little                            crack in the side of the island, I used                            the corridor to get in here and saw all                            these books! Who'd ever think of hiding                            books inside the island? Seriously? It's                            amazing.❞              There's a pause as thanks is given.             and his flush darkens considerably.                                      ❝It's um.. No problem.                                         I figured you'd enjoy it.                                         I know how much you                                         love reading and stuff.❞

      [ ✒ ]  Unsure what to expect, Zexion blinks around once the corridor                  takes them into a dusty, small space filled with a scent — ink                  and old paper, the smell of a thousand stories unread — that                  fills Zexion with wonder; so much so that he forgets himself                  momentarily, turning around in childish awe, eyes wide to take                  it all in. There are so many books in there that the Schemer has                  no idea which one to grab first.

                 ❝ Oh, Demyx. This is—— This is incredible. How did you come                       by this place? ❞

                 He turns to regard the blond, looking up at him with barely                  contained amazement. Zexion knows this sense of excitement,                  of joy, is nothing but a memory, a mere shadow of the real                  thing, but it’s so hard to care right now. This is truly a                  treasure.                  ❝ I find myself at a loss for words. I—— Thank you. ❞

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❝Yeah..❞

                      【♒】 - It's easy,

         to act like he's sick, and he feels bad about pretending.          But then Lea returned the hug and Demyx nuzzled him.          Hiding his face in the redhead's chest and breathing out.          Enjoying the embrace more than he should have, but he          can't help it. His heart pounded against his ribcage and          his stomach flipped and fluttered like a butterfly in the           wind, his cheeks flushed crimson and he didn't care.          The offer of carrying him to the bed is accepted with          a nod, and then he looked up at Lea with an small          smile and a quiet mumble of a question too.                          ❝Will you lay down with me?                            You're warm and I'm freezing.❞

”Ya sure about that?”

A worried gaze is sent down at the boy, while Lea’s thick brows furrowed together. The tightening of Demyx’s arms around him, and the way he was hugged, easily made him melt, a soft smile on his lips as he looked down at the smaller one. An arm wrapped around his waist, and another stroked his back gently, head nuzzling over his.

”I’ll carry ya to bed, sounds good?”

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                 【♒】 - the blonde

                                  flails his arms slightly.                                Darting off after the little creature that                                took his sitar from him when he wasn't                                paying attention, which is common for Demyx.               ❝Get back here with th-                   O           O          F!❞        He collides into a body, before stumbling back        and slipping, aaaaannnnddddd there he goes.        Rolling down a small hill and into a pile of tin.        the objects falling down on him in a clatter         and leaving him to blink blearily up at the sky.                                           ❝When did stars come out                                               in the middle of the day?❞

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                      ❝It wasn't me.                           I  s w e a r.❞

          【♒】 - Don't argue, Demyx.                                                           just be quiet.                                   Even though there's an indignant pout on                                   The Nocturne's features, he's silent and                                    chewing at the inside of his bottom lip.                                   He's always blamed for things,  j u s t                                   because he's a little more chipper                                    than the others, it's not his fault.                                   He can't feel it, but he's happy.                                   He's  a l w a y s  h a p p y.

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      [ ✒ ]  While Zexion can certainly appreciate the effort Demyx puts in

                  his act, the cheerfulness is somewhat overwhelming for                   someone who spends most of his time with the stoic veteran                   members. The Nocturne is refreshing, like an ocean breeze,                   so the shorter one gives him a polite smile in return — though                   it is only a faintly visible one.

                  W e l l. Consider his curiosity piqued.

                  ❝ I must insist that you work harder, No. IX. Need I remind you                        how important our cause is? However, I do admit you have                        made me curious; show me what you found, please. ❞ 

【♒】 - If there's

                   one thing he doesn't enjoy, ever.          it's any sort of reprimand - especially faced at him.     and he visibly cringes at it - at least Zexion is nice about it.        anyone else would have already punished him for it.           he nods frantically then, even if he can't feel happiness..               he can remember that as 'Myde' he was cheerful                    and he was bouncy and constantly happy.                 it's not hard to carry that over, heartless or not.          he grins even wider the moment that the shorter male relents.            Demyx is quick to make use of the portal, manipulating it.               guiding it to open right amongst the treasure he found.                   it's a room of nothing but old, dusty books -                       the room is more of a cave with only the light                           from a dim lantern that he'd left there.                        at this point, he's nearly bouncing in place.                             excitement flooding him, waiting for                                          Zexion's reaction.

                        ❝It's so cool, right?                            I found it and had                             to show it to you!❞

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❝am not!❞

                  ❝Nah - um.. I'm fi-❞

     【♒】 - Suddenly and surprisingly,                                 there's a hand on his forehead,                              the taller male is stepping forward.                            Demyx instinctively leans into the hand.                            Not realizing it brings him closed to Lea.                            His hands reaching up once he realized it.                         Grasping onto the others shirt and he moved                       another step forward. Arms wrapped around the                      taller males waist and tighten; hugging him tightly.                         He won't let go because this is possible the only                        time that this will ever happen, so playing sick if                       he has to, he'll do it. It means having Lea around.                                                            and that's enough for him. ;

                      ❝Um.. yeah, I do.. Lea.                          I don't feel good.at all.                                    M' kinda chilly..❞

”Yes, you are~”

He teased again, a sly smirk on his lips at seeying the other so flustered. Sure, Lea was naive, sometimes, and tilted his head, frowning and believing Demyx, for once. ”— Sick? Ya need help, Dem?” 

He asked, and his gloved hand moved to place itself on the other’s forehead, checking his temperature as Lea grew closer to him, worry towering over the redhead.

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【♒】 - The Nocturne                            is all smiles and happiness as he scurries over.                            Stopping himself directly in front of the schemer.                            His lips split in a wide grin to rival the Cheshire's.                            He's beaming and nobody knows why, then again                        Demyx has always been the odd one out.                        But he just likes being around certain                         Organization members, so sue him.

❝You still like books and stuff like that, right?    'Cuz I found somethin' you might wanna see.     It's really old and really cool, and it made     me think of you when I found it. Also in     case you're wondering, yes I was being     lazy and snooping around instead of     working but you're gonna love it..❞

      [ ✒ ]  He’d reprimand the other for calling him by his name                  instead of his number if he wasn’t so startled by the                  sheer volume of Demyx calling out to him.

                      ❝ ——What is it? ❞

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❝I'm not embarrassed!❞

                  【♒】 - yes, he is.

                                   but it's really only because he's harbored                                    a crush on the tall redhead for a long time.                                    of course;                                              as a Nobody it was easily dismissed                                          as simply admiration.                                                  but now it's making his heart skip                                                   and his stomach go all fluttery.

                          ❝I'm just not feeling well.                              yeah, that's it.❞

”You’ll get used to it in a while~ It’s not that bad— except for the embarassment ya got there~”

Teasing more, Lea chuckled lowly at Demyx’s blush. He could see it, it was like spotting a red lamppost from afar, and that made him even cuter. 

”That’s a good choice. Keep whatever name ya like, you’re still Demyx to me~ That won’t even change, you know?”

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!! ❝ Z E X I O N.❞ !!

                 【♒】 - Nobody ever                                                     said Demyx was quiet.

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❝It feels weird, especially          to.. feel.. in general.❞

                        ❝... I'm not protesting it..❞ 【♒】 - Even though,                          he's fully aware that Lea is teasing him.                        he's still blushing as red as the taller's hair.                           and trying his hardest to keep his head                          down so he can hide the accursed flush.

            ❝I'll keep Demyx then, I don't..                there's nothing of my life as                Myde that I want to remember                so there's no use keeping that                name anymore, I'm different now.❞

”Glad ya did~ How does it feel?”

”That’s because you are cute. Shouldn’t I~?” Lea teased a bit, poking Demyx’s forehead gently with his gloved finger.

”If ya don’t like it, ya can keep Demyx, I think? Personally, Lea sounds cooler than Axel~”

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❝Mhm! Hearts back! And memories too.❞

                    ❝Heyyyy! Not the ha-                        you just called me cute..❞ 【♒】 - he's unsuccessful                                       in his attempts to hide his blush.                            ducking his head so he can run his fingers                   through his hair and fix it. going back to the heart subject.

                                   ❝I like my Nobody name though.                                       Myde doesn't sound as cool.❞

”Mmm, true that~ Ya got cuter indeed!”

He chuckled lightly, moving an hand to ruffle Demyx’s hair, messing up with his spikes. ”Say, ya got your heart back? Because I got mine, that’s why I have no more tatoos there~”