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This is a new AMV I created yesterday. It's called 'Sadistic Smile' and it's based on Larxene! The song is 'Smile' by Lily Allen. All clips came from KH VIds. And lastly all Kingdom Hearts material is owned by Square Enix and Disney.

Now I haven't made one in awhile, so I might be a little rusty on this. But please, tell me what you guys think! I also posted this video in the KH Vids Video Portal. So yea, commentary would be nice!

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Title of the FanFic: Mirage Symphony
Summary: The Organization XIII is on vacation for the summer; Demyx decided to take the free time to create a fabulous new song! He worked all day and all night on it and now he wants to play it for someone! Unfortunatley none of the Organization members are willing to litsen to the Melodious Nocturne play his sitar. A discouraged Demyx is desperate to receive some kind of attention from his fellow co-workers; was there anybody out there willing to litsen?
Pairings: Well it's obviously all about Demyx and Zexion!
Warning: This fanfic has some mild boyxboy action, don't read if offended!
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts totally belongs to Tetsuya Nomura and Square Enix do! Sheesh!

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Chapter 1
Rejection​

"Why don't you want to hear my new song!?" Demyx, The Melodious Nocturne had his gloved hands clapsed together, begging to Larxene, The Savage Nymph for just a little for her time. The woman did nothing but sneer as she made swatting motions to the sitar player with her left hand. Today had been another boring day in The World That Never Was; nothing ever happened anymore, especially during the summer seasons. Xemnas thought that it would be healthy to have a vacation during the summer, to regroup and rest up. Nobody complained, a vacation is something the Nobodies never got to experience before. However now that they were in the middle of summer, the members of Organization XIII realized that getting 'time off' was actually a fate worse than death. Axel was too busy sleeping all day, Luxord pre-occupied himself with Solitaire, Marluxia was spending all his time gardening, and finally Demyx shut himself up in his room every day, strumming away on his sitar. The Savage Nymph was dying of boredom, she was irritated at doing NOTHING! It was just not like her!

"I said no! Now get lost!" she snapped as she began to walk away from the blubbering waterboy. "Pleeease Larxene! I worked really hard on it! I know you'll just love it!" he cried optimistically as he ran up to her; Larxene ignored him as she continued to walk away. "Come ooooooon!" he nagged. The sadist turned her head sharply and glared at the blonde headed ditz, she was so tired of dealing with people like him. Why was Demyx in the Organization in the first place? What was he thinking? she thought. "I'm not going to tell you again! It's not called the Hall of EMPTY Melodies for nothing!" Sparks flew from the Nymph's chest as Larxene turned swiftly around, and began to continue her escape from hell. "Awwww....." Demyx kneeled on the floor, looking down at the surface of the dark-grey platform. Last night, the rocker was trying to make up the perfect song; he spent all day and all night writing it. Finally it was finished! Demyx was dying to play it for someone but there wasn't anybody really available to hear it at the moment. He knew Axel was snoring inside his room......And Larxene obviously didn't want to hear it.

He sighed again; Demyx didn't really hang out with people from the Organization. Usually they all had better things to do then to talk to the sitar player. He wasn't a complete idiot as they were lead to beleive, Demyx knew very well people thought that he was totally useless to the Organization. It's not that the Melodious Nocturne didn't want to help, he just wasn't good at it. He didn't like fighting, which made him look like a complete and utter pussy. Aww man, maybe I need to toughen up or something.... Demyx usually dosn't care if he is ignored, he just didn't like to be completely ostracized from the group. The only person who really gave him the time of day was Axel, but ever since the Organization XIII went on official hiatus, he's been sleeping nonstop. Still Demyx was determined to show off his new song to somebody, his search would continue! With a carefree smile, the sitar player went off to seek someone who was willing to litsen.

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"Seven of Spades go here........Three of Diamonds there...." The Gambler of Fate sat at a large platinum table within his chambers, trying to win today's round of Solitaire. Ever since the Organization was released for 'vacation', the man would devote himself to at least one Solitaire game a day. Luxord beleived that Solitaire was a great way to increase the brains capacity. Your strategic skills would be raised every time you win, until you master the game of course. The gambler wasn't one who was usually bored, everyday on vacation he would go off to a new world to investigate their customs and culture. Traveling was something he greatly enjoyed, but he wouldn't allow himself to go anywhere until he won this game first. Stroking his well trimmed beard, Luxord pondered on what his next move would be. He was after all facing the forces of fate; sometimes things went into your favor, sometimes it didn't. A lot of it was also surrounded by the idea of luck; Luxord didn't beleive gambling was a sport based only on pure 'luck'. It was a profession as well as a skillfull game that requires the upmost logic. Besides, I make my own luck... he mused with a smile.

The large double doors to Luxord's room opened, Demyx peeked inside and saw that the Gambling Nobody was up playing Solitaire again. Hmmmm....Should I even try? Demyx didn't like to bother people, but he was just ansty to hear some constructive criticism for this song he wrote. "Uhhh.....Luxord?" The man turned from his seat and saw the blonde rocker step through his doors; at first Luxord was a bit discouraged. Demyx could be very annoying sometimes, other than those instances he was pretty much cool with the Nocturne. "Oh good day to you Demyx. What brings you around here?" he asked as he picked up a Nobody patterned card from the deck. He frowned at the card, and then examined the Solitaire spread, looking for a place to put it. "Oh hey! Ummm....I was just wondering...I wanted to ask if you could li-" "I have a better idea!" Luxord clapped his hands, cutting off the sitar player from his sentence. Demyx tilted his head, a little confused as to what 'idea' Luxord had in mind.

"How about we play a little game?" he asked as he began to collect all the cards, shuffling them into one deck. Although the Gambler looked content and smiling, inside he was a bit angry with himself. The last card he picked up while playing Solitaire completely screwed him over. Luxord was stuck, and he had lost that days round of Solitaire. He partially blamed Demyx, if he didn't walk in at that given moment he wouldn't of lost concentration. Then again it was also his fault for not paying closer attention to his moves; the Gambler couldn't stand leaving the castle without winning a game a cards first. Demyx looked like someone he could easily defeat; after trumping him in one game of Blackjack he'll go off to Land of the Dragons. They were having some type of culture festival that the Gambler Nobody was dying to see. "O-Oh, okay!" Demyx thought that after the game he would be able to show Luxord his new song. Nothing was guranteed of course...

"Okay, we'll be playing Blackjack." said Luxord as Demyx sat at the edge of the table. "Are you ready?" The Melodious Nocturne nodded with a smile as Luxord started to deal the cards. "We'll make this a little easier for you, so I'll make Deuces wild." The sitar player just blinked his eyes, he wasn't sure what the guy was talking about. In fact Demyx wasn't even sure how to play Blackjack; he remembered playing some type of card game before with Luxord.....He just couldn't remember at the moment what it was exactly. Both Nobodies had two cards infront of him, one of them face up. Demyx picked up his cards, he turned the faced up card over, examining both of them with worry. Uh oh.... A Seven of Clubs and a Queen of Diamonds, but......what did that mean? "Hit or stay?" Demyx who was having an internal memory battle with himself suddenly looked up at the ever so suave Luxord. Hit, stay, wha!? Demyx started to mentally panic, he didn't want to embarass himself; if he didn't do a good job Luxord would never hear his song!

"Ummm...Go fish?" Demyx had to say something! He hoped that his hunch was right; he remembered playing a game were you were required to say 'Go fish' every turn. Looking at the expression on Luxord's face, the sitar player came to the conclusion that he was wrong. The Gambler sprang into a British laughter that was so thick it would make an Americans ears bleed like no tomorrow. Demyx just widened his eyes; Oh no! I totally screwed up! "No, no. This is Blackjack. Do you remember how to play Blackjack?" The mohawked blonde slowly shook his head in dismay; "Well it's basically a game of numbers. Whoever gets the highest without going above twenty-one wins. Each card has a number, royal cards are all ten while ace's can be used as one or elevens. Okay?" Demyx nodded his head, trying to absorb all this information into his brain. "You get only one turn. During this turn you can say Hit or Stay. If you say Hit I'll give you a card which you add to your two cards. You can keep hitting, until you go over twenty-one, in which you lose. By saying Stay, your telling the dealer that you don't want to to receive any cards and that your content with your two cards. Understand? Now let's try again."

Luxord collected the cards again and dealt a new hand; playing stalled games were confusing and frustrating. He needed a fresh new start, the gambler couldn't play with a tainted hand! Demyx looked down at his cards again, this time he had a Ace of Hearts face up. Looking at his face down card, it just so happeed he received a Jack of Spades. Demyx tilted his head in puzzlement, he had already forgotten how much royal cards were....But.....What about aces? How much were aces worth!? Demyx felt his forehead start to drip with sweat as he tryed to recall Luxord's explanation of the rules. "Hit or Stay?" The dreaded words assulted Demyx's ears again; which one should he say? The blonde shook his head and suddenly shouted; "Hit!" Luxord smiled and gave a card to Demyx from the deck. This one was a Seven of Diamonds. "Ummm...." What now?!?! "Hit!" Luxord's grin became wider as he gave the Melodious Nocturne another card. The Gambler knew that he was given a bad hand of low cards, which meant a good solid win for the British male.

Six of Spades? "Hit!" Demyx didn't know what to do anymore! The only thing he remembered was that if you say 'Hit' you get another card. "Hit!" Luxord's grin began to fade, something wasn't right about this picture; hesitantly he gave Demyx another card. "Hit!" "What do you mean another Hit!? Let me see your cards!" Luxord snatched Demyx's hand away from him and scanned the cards thoroughly. "This is way over twenty-one!" yelled the Gambler. He thought he would be able to play a simple and quick game with Demyx, but how can he play with someone who can't even remember his own name!? "Ugh, just forget it! Your hopeless!" Luxord snapped his fingers; all his cards quickly merged into one deck as the man picked it up and slipped it into his pocket. Luxord was not only angry at Demyx's incompetence, but if the Melodious Nocturne had any brains he would've lost. His two starter cards already made twenty-one!!! Could this be actually happening!? Demyx flailed his arms and got up from his seat clumsily; he was such a klutz! Why couldn't he remember anything? Why did he always have to screw things up?! "Luxord wait! I wanted you to hear this new song I made up!"

The Gambler of Fate stopped and turned toward Demyx with a glare similar to Larxene's. "I don't want to hear your bloody song! Now get the hell out of my room and leave me be!" Luxord pointed a firm finger toward the exit, in which Demyx quickly scurried out of; he could hear the slamming of doors behind him. The mohawked blonde looked at Luxord's doors as his eyes began to swell up with tears. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn't he be smart like the rest of them? Why was he so helpless? The Melodious Nocturne began to feel warm liquid go down his cheek as he came to the realization that he was utterly useless. Larxene is right.....Why am I even in the Organization? Why am I here? My heart isn't that strong.... Demyx's former self actually had quite the golden heart; he was bubbly, naive, innocent, and oh so loveable. But this information was unknown to Number 9; Demyx began to silently cry as he slowly wandered the halls of The Castle That Never Was. Nobody wanted to hear his song, nobody liked him, nobody wanted to talk to him....He was just a waste of space....Demyx sniffed as the tears continued to roll down his face. Will there ever be a place in Organization XIII for the sitar player?

Chapter 2
The Cracking Facade ​

Zexion turned on the faucet of the sink and felt the stinging cold water splash onto his hand. Although they weren't residing in Castle Oblivion anymore, Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion continued to obey the strict rules of the chore wheel. This week it was the Cloaked Schemers turn to take care of the dirty dishes; which was a total pain. Lexaeus decided to 'bulk up' for the summer, so he'd be strong and fit for when the Organization resumes it's activity. Unfortunatly the Silent Hero's new work out required about a hundred meals a day. Zexion grunted as he began washing the large stack of curry bowls, the giant seemed to be fond of them these days. Wincing at the spicy smell, Number Six began to tackle dish after dish, after dish. He did it silently, and without complaint; after all what was the point? The Organization had completley been flushed down the tubes ever since Xemnas announced it's 'vacation'. Zexion didn't beleive in vacations, he wanted work and he wanted orders. So far Zexion had been spending time idly reading random books within the castle library. He's read so many different kinds of novels, none of them really piqued his interest. However the truth was he meekly enjoyed some of the stories he has read, especially poetry. Of course, he'll never admit it to anyone, he'll be the laughing stock of the whole Organization.

The only book that the Organization were required to read was Marquis de Sade; a fellow favorite of Larxene. That book became the new 'rule manuel' for the Organization. Zexion read it, but it was nothing but a load of pulp; there were other emotions other than pain and pleasure. The Schemer didn't really express emotions, he just usually kept to himself and did his best at doing his job. But right now he didn't have a job; he needed to keep himself occupied somehow. Zexion continued to plow through the dishes, trying to get them done as quickly as possible. He spotted a book the other other day he wanted to secretly read; it was called Poetry For The Romantic. The title totally contradicted Zexion's persona; however in reality Harlequinn Romance Novels were actually the man's secret pleasure. He didn't want to admit it, he would never admit it....He just found it interesting how people were portrayed; do those types of situations actually happen to mortals?

Zexion was a researcher, he wanted to discover all the emotions of the human heart. So far he was well aqauinted with pain (courtesy of Larxene), pleasure (again Larxene), saddness, revenge, jealously...Basically all negative emotions from the human heart. Right now he was interested in finding out the secrets of love, compassion, and joy. However it turned out that he had a more difficult time time trying to understand these fellow emotions on his own. Zexion hoped that by reading the book of love poetry he would able to get a grip as to what love actually is. There..... Zexion had finally finished washing the dishes, even though by the end of the day there would be about a hundered more. Turning off the faucet, Zexion dryed his hands on a paper towel and slipped his black gloves back on. Now it was off to the library; walking through the hallowed halls of the castle, Zexion sighed at the Organization's current productivity.... Axel was reduced to a mindless couch potato, Larxene was torturing some defensless animal somewhere, Lexaeus was working out, Luxord did nothing but play cards all day, and Vexen just conducted experiment after experiment in his lab. It was as if the castle had turned into some shameless college club house.

Zexion walked through the grand archway of the castle library as he prepared himself to dive into the pages of Poetry For The Romantic. As he reached the well framed bookcase, the Schemer looked for the book when he suddenly heard a sniff. Hm? Turning his head, Zexion's exposed eyebrow raised up in curiosity. The castle library was quite big and it held a large seating area with various armchairs and couches. Slowly the illusionist walked toward one of the couches from behind; the sniff came from Demyx who appeared to have his head buried inside a pillow. Okay..... The man turned around to go back to his buisness when he heard a muffled squelching sound coming from the blonde. I-Is he crying.....? Zexion didn't really have any buisness with Demyx, he really did nothing for the Organization. He was just an add on; he was really more of an obstacle than an asset. Shrugging his shoulders Zexion took a step foreward when an idea popped into his brain. His current mission was to find out the emotions of love and compassion.......If he was kind to Demyx he could understand just exactly how it worked. The best way to experience something is to go through it yourself, right?

".......Are you okay?" he asked the Melodious Nocturne, who shook his head into his pillow. Zexion put a finger to his chin, trying to think of something nice to say; This is harder than I thought it would be... ".......You don't look okay...." Zexion shook his head hopelessly, he sounded like a complete idiot; Demyx just layed there silently, the pillow acting as a mask for his blotchy face. "........Don't worry......Everything will be.......okay?" he tryed not to make the last part of his sentence sound like a question. Zexion couldn't even beleive he was spouting out this nonsense, he found it so difficult to form the words on his tongue. Even when he said it, it sounded monotone and serious......Loosen up...... Demyx lifted his head from the pillow and rubbed his eyes, looking up at Number Six of the Organization; Zexion. "Z-Zexion......I-I'm sorry.....I-It's just......Nobody in the O-Organization likes me.....I feel so a-alone...." Demyx tried his best to maintain the frequency of his voice. He felt miserable and depressed, he didn't want to be in Organization XIII if nobody in it liked him....

Zexion was paralyzed, he had no idea how to respond to this; he was feeling alone? How can Nobodies feel alone? They have no emotions..... Maybe I bit off more than I could chew....Should I retreat....? No I didn't go through all that work for nothing.... Zexion wouldn't let something as trivial as an emotion stop him from investigating it. Hmmmm, well I'm not surprised. Nobody takes him seriously.....After all he's hopeless when it comes to missions... "....Don't say that, there are people who......like you." he finished quickly. "L-Like who?" muttered the blonde. "People like..........me." Are you kidding me with this? Zexion had no idea how he managed to last this long, trying to think of responses to these absurd questions caused so much strain! However that moment he was faced with something he had never felt before. Demyx had sat up and thrown his arms around the Cloaked Schemer, pulling him into a tight hug.

The silver haired male just stood there, frozen in place; was this actually happening? He was being.........hugged? Zexion felt paranoid and strange, something deep inside the pit of his stomach reacted to this sign of affection. W-What's happening? Zexion felt totally lost and confused by this sudden embrace; W-Why.....? "Oh Zexion.....Thank you so much......Your such a good friend...." Stiff and silent, Zexion slowly hugged the Melodious Nocturne back; It's obvious to embrace a person back when they embrace you......Right? "......It's okay......" was all the Schemer could manage. Demyx then removed himself from Zexion, his face was no longer blotchy and his mouth had twisted into a happy smile. "Hey Zexion! Do you want to hear a song a wrote?" The illusionist looked at the blonde with a puzzled expresion; "Ummm......Sure......" Zexion was thrown for a loop, the feeling in his stomach felt strange, warm, and oddly painful. He didn't think he could last much longer, however if he ever wanted to type up a report on the human emotion of love he would have to deal with it. Zexion tryed to ingore the weird feeling located deep inside his stomach; instead he tryed to focus on just the situation. This is my only chance, Demyx is the perfect specimen for this experiment..... The silver haired male began to note and observe the circumstances surrounding the situation, the responses, the reactions, the feelings.... My report will finally be complete... he smirked mentally. Demyx possesed all the qualities Zexion wanted to research: Love, Compassion, and Joy. However Zexion couldn't help but feel something towards the Melodious Nocturne. He had no idea what this feeling was, it didn't matter. It would all go into the report.......However, what Zexion had overlooked was the fact that talking to Demyx actually felt........nice.....
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Chapter 3
Two-Faced Discoveries​

The Cloaked Schemer sat down on the couch beside Demyx, who wielded his infamous ocean blue sitar. This was the first time Zexion saw the thing up close, it was quite the eleborate instrument. So far Zexion had been doing okay, although the 'hug' severely threw him off, he was starting to recover from the embrace. The feeling of strange pain in his stomach had finally settled down; Zexion was now in control again. "Okay, tell me what you think of the song after you hear it, okay?" said the Melodious Nocturne, who seemed more than estatic for his private preformance. Zexion nodded his head in agreement while Demyx struck a cord on his sitar, he also looked a little bit nervous. It's normal for a human to be nervous in a pressured position.... (According to his research that is) "Okay ready?" The Schemer looked at the large sitar, then back up to the blonde who smiled brilliantly. "Go on." he said quietly. Demyx loved music, his weapon was a musical instrument for crying out loud! Zexion personally had never seen Demyx play before, he was actually quite interested in seeing the Nobodies musical abilities.

Demyx began to play a slow yet beating melody on his sitar; he closed his eyes as his gloved fingers plucked at the slender strings. A harmony was made as the Nocturne continued to race his hand up and down the sitar strings, playing the instrument expertly. Zexion was actually quite surprised, the Nobody wasn't completely useless after all. Learning how to play an instrument requires a lot of practice and a lot of patience; Demyx had obviously had spent a lot of time working on his skill. However music will not help the Organization in their goals, it will only cause a distraction. Nonetheless he continued to litsen, as suddenly Demyx began to sing.

"I see stars shoot across the sky....when you turn to look at me....
The atmosphere was midnight......a storm of passion swirled above me.....
Eyes as lucid as crystal......burned right into my soul...
Nothing could compare....I was stuck inside a grave hole....

Your arms as the shovel......Your heart as the light....
You saw exactly.....the kind of state I was in tonight....
Constant dispair....raging through my bones....
The only thing I wanted......was to talk with you on the phone...

You said you didn't want me....And I could understand....
Even if you weren't there....my life was never bland....
However things lit up......while you were around....
Things become better......all year round....

I don't see....why you want to save me...
I belong in this darkness....all I have now are the shadows...
Something pulled me......from that painful direction....
You held me in your arms......my heart opening like a dissection...

And now tears gently roll down my face.....
It looks like you do care.....unlike the human race...
You noticed me......The scene may look sappy....
Nothing could outlast, this moment made me happy.."​

Demyx's singing was enchanting, his voice would suddenly mature into an adult tone. No more could Zexion hear the blonde's childish voice, instead it was replaced with something extraordinary and professional. The song completley had struck a nerve in Zexion; but what was it? He felt strange, he felt......Sympathetic. The words of this song reflected his prescence within Organization XIII, however unlike the song he was all alone. Nobody was there to hold him, nobody was there to notice him. It was a very saddening thing that actually connected in some way with the Schemer. Demyx's bewitched singing as well as the graceful harmonies he played were a thrilling combination. He fet that pain again, this time it was in his chest area....The place where his heart is supposed to be.... What's this? Why do I feel it here....I have no heart..... he thought, putting his hand to his chest.

Zexion was definatley on his way to feeling compassion, but he still had ways to go before he figured out about the word love. Demyx stopped playing and looked up, his lips curled into a gentle smile. "It was actually pretty good." said Zexion. He didn't have that much trouble coming up with replies now, the Cloaked Schemer could actually say something nice without twitching! Progress.....It's all thanks to the power of adaption. Demyx clapped his hands happily and embraced the silver haired male again. This time Zexion was prepared, and hugged him back as if on automatic; Your not going to throw me off guard this time... True, Zexion felt quite strange back then when he hugged him unexpectedly, but the illusionist came to the conclusion that Demyx showed his appreciation through physical contact. He assumed that this was yet another thing humans usually did when they were 'friends'. "Zexion, your the best!" Demyx squealed as he sat back properly in his seat. "I'm really glad you liked it! I worked so hard on it the other day!" Zexion nodded his head; by this time the Schemer had managed to give Demyx small smiles. It was strange, but it actually hurt a little to smile; then again he wasn't much of a smiler.

"I'm serious, you did a good job." said Zexion, shooting off another of his newly discovered 'small' smiles. That one hurt a bit... The silver haired male adjustied his jaw while Demyx plucked playfully at the strings of his sitar. "You know, ever since I came into the Organization.....I never found anyone who has treated me like I was a real person......You don't know how alone I felt....Until I talked to you today of course...." Zexion nodded his head; it was common for humans to say something along the lines of a 'thank you' when you've done something nice to them. "....Thank you Zexion......." Demyx's voice adapted it's serious tone, and the Melodious Nocturne locked eyes with the illusionist. Zexion didn't understand this look, he was once again thrown off guard. Why is he looking at me like that? Slowly Demyx leaned close to the silver haired male, it was actually ironic because his breath smelled like the fresh ocean breeze....Silently, the blonde placed his lips lightly onto Zexions; the Schemers eyes widened but he did nothing, he was too stunned by this sudden course of action. T-This isn't right.......A-Acordding to my r-research affection as intimate a-as this is supposed to be shared be a m-male AND a f-female.... he thought wildly as he let the sitar player kiss him. B-But why aren't I stopping him......W-Why am I letting h-him do this.....? T-This isn't r-right....... Although Zexion cursed the kiss to Hades inside his mind, a buried feeling in the back of his brain wanted to do the same thing to the bubbly rocker.

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No.11 of Organization XIII was the notorious Graceful Assasin, Marluxia. He walked through the halls of The Castle That Never Was whistling an optimistic tune. The pink haired man was actually quite content, he was after all on 'vacation'. Every day since summer started Marluixa took a trip the gardens of Castle Oblivion, where he would plant various different flowers all throughout the day. It was a relaxing and calming activity, one that didn't require Keyblades, revenge, or ducks. For once the Assasin was able to sit back and smell the roses, which were actually quite sweet during the summer. He flipped his hair extravagantly as he continued to make his way up to his private chambers. Right now he felt like watching a movie and relaxing on his bed, however he wanted to stop at the library to get a book. Marluxia saw one that was filled with information about different types of angiosperms (the scientific name for flowers) the other day.

Although Marluxia dosn't really get along with Xemnas, he was actually starting to patch things up with the Superior. Getting a vacation was absolutley delightful! He wasn't compelled to follow any orders! He could just sit down, relax, and mentally prepare himself for the Organization's return in the fall. Actually something he always wanted to do was go to a movie theater to watch something on the 'big screen'. Marluxia always wanted to try and live a normal life, for at least one day. I think I'll go ask Larxene if she wants to come with me, I'm sure there will be plenty of animals to fry... he mused silently, as he walked through the archway of the library. The Assasin suddenly halted in his tracks, his eyes widened as a shocking scene unravled before him. What the hell is Zexion doing kissing Demyx!?!?! he thought crazily, diving behind the cornor of the archway. Slowly, he peeked his head and saw that the two were STILL locking lips. Pressing his back against the wall Marluxia flashed a toothy grin; Oh this is just too rich....

The Assasin knew that Larxene and the others would a kick to finding out that the Cloaked Schemer and the Melodious Nocturne were actual lovers! Sprinting down the hall, Marluxia quickly raced up the castle stairs. This was something he could NOT keep bottled up inside; halfway up the stairs Marluxia exploded into a trembling laughter. It was sooo funny; it was the oddest couple in the world! Zexion, the silent, serious one was actually a big, flaming, MO! It was obvious Demyx was gay, just hear him talk! It was just an unbeleivable sight; Marluxia rubbed his eyes on his way up, making sure he wasn't dreaming. Oh, the Organization XIII would certainly be interested in the scandalous development of Zexion's personal relations. He knew there was something fishy under the cloak the Schemer always wore over his face....Marluxia always suspected something, but he could never figure out what that something was. The Assasin could not resist; he bursted out laughing again, his voice echoing all throughout the stairwell of the castle.

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In reality the dramatic kiss only lasted for exactly one minute. Demyx removed his lips from Zexion's and flashed him a warm smile. "Thank you...." The Melodious Nocturne grabbed ahold of his sitar and began dragging it out of the library. Demyx felt loved and cared for, after all he was as sensitive as the sea! It didn't take much for the sitar player to fall in love with the silver haired male. He didn't know what came over him, with the whole kiss thing and all....Maybe that was a bit much..... The blonde giggled as he began to journey toward his room; Zexion really was the greatest! Even though he knew the Cloaked Schemer was out of his league, he still felt the need to write the illusionist a love song. Demyx needed to thank him again and again, after all what he did back there was just so kind. I didn't know Zexion was actually nice....Everytime I see him he would always have an annoyed expression on his face... Demyx shrugged as he began to put together melodies and lyrics for his new love, Zexion.

On the Schemers end, things were far from tranquil; as soon as Demyx left a streak of red suddenly appeared on the man's face. W-What just happened? Zexion felt shattered, he felt confused, he felt torn.....Things like that normally didn't happen....It just wasn't normal damnit! Zexion placed a gloved finger onto his mouth, it was as if a cool wave washed upon the shores of his lips. No.......This wasn't supposed to happen....None of this was supposed to happen! Zexion was boggled beyond recognition, he was confused, he was paralyzed, but most of all he felt......Happy? I can't feel happy! I CAN'T! Zexion was frustrated, he shook his head violently and slammed his fist onto the cushions of the plush couch. Feelings the Schemer didn't even know existed were swirling all over the place....How can a Nobody feel this way? It just didn't make sense! The song, the hugging, the kiss....All of it swelled up inside Zexion's chest, the pain that started from a low sting increased it's volume drastically. He clutched his stomach, trying to force the feeling to subside.

D-Do I...........Like him? Zexion didn't understand, was he actually attracted to that blonde ditz!? No......I can't be..... Despite this thought Zexion placed a finger on his lips again, recalling the freshness he felt. It was as if Demyx had taken his breath away; was he really in love with Demyx? But that's absurd! How can someone be in love after such a minimal experience?! The silver haired male needed to investigate this thoroughly; it was something he definitely needed to record. If he was in love with Demyx, how would he be able to get rid of this love? Distance........ The word echoed through his mind; he decided that it would be very dangerous for Zexion to spend anymore time with Demyx. Although the illusionist didn't have a heart, for some reason he felt the emotions of one. But this contradicted the existence of a Nobody....It was all too much for the Cloaked Schemer. Even though he felt torn, a part of him felt joy....Is this what being happy feels like? he wondered. Getting up from his seat in the library, Zexion cleared his throat. He could not risk truly falling in love with Number Nine; if that happened there was no telling how the man would act. He had a reputation to uphold.

Walking toward the exit, Zexion placed his hand on the edge of the archway. Turning his head, the silver haired male looked at the spot where his whole 'experiment' started. After replaying about every moment in his head Zexion couldn't help but actually smile at the memory. After all he was alone, who was going to know?

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Notes: The fanfic is actually five chapters long, but according to the rules I can only post three. I hope you guys enjoy for the beginning of this fanfic! If you like it I'm sure you'll like the rest! Hope you enjoyed!