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Having nothing better to do, Larxene picked up her late night coffee from the cafe, and decided to go for a walk. She really didn't know enough people well enough to just ask them to join her, and even then, she felt more comfortable alone than with anyone else at the time.

Every day since her arrival, she would listen to Demyx play for a few hours to have some sense of comfort- she would never tell him that, and every day, she would attempt to order him to follow her home. She hated seeing him like that outside, and although the weather was nice, it didn't mean that it didn't bother her.

Now THAT bothered her.

The fact that she cared about what that lazy ass was doing.

As she walked through the park, she tilted her head and spoke under her breath as she saw him across the way.

"Speak of the devil."

Larxene decided to use her magic and stealth to sneak up behind him, and took him by the shoulders from behind, her knives out in a threatening style against his neck, and a giant grin on her face.

"This is why you shouldn't stay outside alone, Demyx. Who knows the type of people you'd run into."

Edited 2017-09-13 03:03 (UTC)

He had been in the zone until fingers gripped his shoulder, making him jump a little bit. Larxene had her hand angled in such a way that he could see the knives at his throat.

Demyx exhaled slowly, he had not been careful, or paranoid enough if she was able to sneak up on him so easily.

It was, however, a bad idea to sneak up on him while he was armed. He paused for a moment, trying to decide his best course of action and decided that it was not worth the effort to fight.

"I suppose I can't say I would, although this is the first time someone's had me at a disadvantage."

He sighed and let his sitar slide down his leg to rest against it and he held up his hands.

She grinned and her knives disappeared. Her coffee cup had been empty, so she just picked it up from where it fell to the ground near the bench, and sat next to him, very unladylike (arms and legs spread wide, leaning back).

"I'm surprised you didn't fight back. I was half expecting it." She examined the bench. "So is this your bed? I can't say I'm jealous."

"I decided it wasn't worth the effort." Demyx answered with half a shrug and a quirked smile. It wasn't like she didn't know he was lazy.

"For the moment." He said answering her other question as he shifted his sitar back into place.

He hummed thoughtfully. "I was composing though and now I've lost track, damn." He let out a sigh and turned his attention to her.

"What're you doing out here anyway?"

She was out there because she was lonely, and her nightly coffee at least gave her some sort of interaction with another person, if only for that brief transaction. It was always the worst at night.

Tonight however, she had just happened to want to go for a walk, and didn't expect to stumble upon Demyx.

"I got bored," Larxene said with as much arrogance as she could muster.

With a curious head tilt, she looked at him, "Is that why you like sleeping under the stars? To compose music?"

She didn't understand how musicians thought, and she ESPECIALLY didn't understand how Demyx thought.

He wouldn't be able to quite understand the depth of that feeling, but he knew what it was like to be alone, at least. He wasn't complaining about her presence, he was mostly curious.

"Ah, well, when I'm bored I play with my sitar." He smiled. "Maybe you need a hobby."

Demyx tilted his head back and looked at the stars. "No, I just...it doesn't bother me, and I don't really know how to go about...getting stuff like that. So I didn't. But, it doesn't hurt when I'm looking for inspiration."

"Seriously?" She deadpanned, "THAT'S why you don't live in one of the studios or apartments? Because you didn't know how?"

Larxene sighed, and adjusted herself to not take up so much room on the bench, much more ladylike.

"I'll figure out a hobby sooner or later. I used to like to bake and make coffee. Then when I was in the Organization, I liked to hurt people and bully them. That's a hobby, right?" She grinned.

"Look, I even bought an extra blanket this time. You can sleep on the floor in my tiny studio apartment, and even have a shower. They're shared, so it's not like we're sharing the same shower room. I'm not going to try and force you this time, but I'm... asking. Would you," she almost choked out her words with a slight tinge of pink in her cheeks, "please just stay indoors one night? At least?"

She tapped the bench to make a noise on it with her fingers.

"Even the floor seems more comfortable than this."

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"Well I don't. Do you know how to do stuff like that?" Honestly, if his job hadn't fallen into his lap, he probably wouldn't look for one either.

"As long as you pick on people who aren't me." He grumbled lightly.

Demyx blinked. The whole time she'd been pestering him, he wasn't really sure why she was inviting him, and to be fair, he was kind of all over the place in his head and hadn't sorted that out yet. His problems weren't Larxene's problems, and they were the kinds of things he thought about.

"It's not that uncomfortable or anything." He waved his hand. "But yeah, okay, if you insist. I'm not sure why you care where I'm sleeping or whatever."

"I can pick on whoever I want. I just haven't chosen my victim yet," she smirked.

When he finally answered, and honestly, when he finally agreed, she blinked with another small blush, running her hands in a frustrated motion in her hair.

"Look, I don't know why I care either, but I guess I see you as, I don't know..." she mumbled, "my friend."

She made frustrated noise, "Look, don't ask or say any weird stuff, just get your things and follow me. It's late already and I'm tired."

"Well you know, I'll just turn you into a drowned rat."

He shrugged a little bit and stood up, making his sitar disappear. "Let's go."

Demyx put his hands in his pockets. "Friends huh? That's...weird. I mean I guess I don't mind." He paused. "So I shouldn't drown you when you piss me off then."

"Such wonderful compliments can only get you so far," she rolled her eyes.

"I'd rather you don't, thanks." Larxene frowned. "I don't know how it works, but... it's this weird feeling I have, and I don't know, I guess it's okay if you don't mind it either. Friends... care about each other." She shook her head.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, but I'm glad you're humoring me tonight."

He aimed to please, after all.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I can avoid it. It's too much work." It seemed as though sometimes people shouldn't complain about his laziness.

"I guess I am trying to befriend people, I just wasn't expecting it to be you. Especially since I haven't heard from Lea since I got here." He mused thoughtfully, or the girl who'd been with him. What was her name again?

"I...don't understand exactly, no." Demyx confessed, shaking his head. "I don't really remember that much. I mean, I can try." He was good at playing the mimic. He smiled and bumped his shoulder to hers.

"Yeah, well, you made it sound so appealing." His tone went to teasing in a flash.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence you jerk," she smiled, "I thought I saw Lea pop up for a second on my screen when I did my initial video, but I don't know if it was him or if I was seeing things. Whatever, the more I can avoid him, the better."

She blushed slightly when he bumped his shoulder into her, "And I'm still new at this friend thing too okay? It's not like I made it a point to be nice to people before. Now it's like something's tugging at me to do it naturally. Scary, huh?"

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"Probably not, I'm thinking he's not that interested. Moved on and all that." Lucky bastard, really. He no longer had to deal with the mess, but Demyx did. "Well you probably can if he's not that interested in talking to you."

He chuckled lightly. "You're the one with a heart! I don't know, I don't mind befriending people. It's like... fun? Yeah I guess so. Fun. People like to talk to me that way and it's entertaining."

"Fun? Entertaining?" A smile formed on her face as her put a finger to her mouth, thinking about it.

"I suppose I never thought about it that way," she poked his shoulder, "You're my friend. As of now. Amy said it's easier than I'm making it out to be, and I'm starting to agree."

She paused, thinking some more.

"And you're going to be my roommate from now on. No arguing. My friends don't live outside."

Larxene was grinning as she essentially gave him orders. She enjoyed it a little too much.

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"Well yeah, it's not boring is it?" Demyx asked with a grin. "Haven't you talked to some interesting people so far?"

He blinked at the poking, but more than that, he was puzzled by her assertions. "Uh, okay I guess? If you want."

Demyx pouted a little bit. "There's nothing wrong with wandering around, it's not like I have any stuff. But fine, fine. Whatever you want."

He waved his hand, giving in. It was easier than arguing with her.

"I have to admit, it HAS been pretty interesting." She turned to him, "It's a weird feeling... actually wanting friends and that interaction."

There was a grin at his puzzled expression and it only grew when he pouted.

"Yes, it IS what I want, and I get what I want. On both accounts. Instead of being a dick and abandoning you like Lea did, maybe I can help you grow a heart." She shrugged.

"I don't even know if it'll work, considering I don't know what I'm even doing with mine, or if it's even possible, but what the hell, right?"

Edited 2017-09-23 04:26 (UTC)

"I don't know about wanting, but it seemed like something to do after I talked to Lea."

Demyx walked along with her, shrugging a half shoulder at her. "Well we're not really allowed so." It was kind of a novelty.

"I don't know that he abandoned me, he just...I don't know, it was weird, and that girl with him was weird and they didn't seem to take well to my being friendly. I haven't seen them since really."

He sighed softly, scratching his head. He doesn't know, maybe it's how it should be. "Besides he's working for the light and thought I might want to start over in the Superior's place."

Yes, Lea had suggested Demyx was going to make a nuisance of himself and do objectively bad things.

"Growing a heart, I still don't know how that works."

"Look, don't take what that ass Lea says as the all knowing truth. He hasn't even attempted to contact me, and I'd rather it stay that way."

She frowned as they reached the complex.

"Besides... I- I can be there for you. I'm willing to help if I can. Not that I know the first thing about it."

There was a half smile. "I'm learning from Amy, honestly. She's pretty good about explaining the things I'm feeling. I think I'd go crazy if she didn't open up to me."

She gestured for him to follow her to her apartment room.

"I don't think you're all that bad. Probably why you sucked at reports and missions," she grinned at him, opening the door and letting him in, grabbing the extra pillow and blankets, tossing them on the floor next to the bed.

"I don't know how it works either, but maybe it's true. Maybe it's possible, and that's why the jerk off Xemnas wanted us to stay away from making 'friends,' even within the Organization. You grow hearts by being around other people..."

She shook her head and shrugged, "I'm just talking out of my ass, I don't know what I'm talking about."

"Hey, if you don't want to talk to him, that's fine by me. I kinda liked him, I guess." He shrugged.

"Thanks, I think." Demyx smiled pleasantly enough as he followed her inside.

"I don't think I've ever talked to Amy, and I don't know much about feelings. I've had...something." He touched his chest. "Like something I can't hold onto because it's made of mist. But other than that..." He shook his head.

"You thought I sucked, huh." Demyx grinned, what, she couldn't hurt his feelings. Granted, he was lazy, but outright disaster he was not. "Well I hate reading and writing so that's the whole report thing right there, and I do suck at that."

He hummed a little, a thoughtful noise. "Lea said that, yeah, and it would make sense."

"Don't look at me, I don't know!"

She laughed, "I didn't THINK you sucked, I KNEW you sucked, there's a difference."

After a sigh, "Yeah I guess you wouldn't know. I don't even know. But it's a thought... I mean... you've gotten that, what did you call it? That mist thing... maybe that's a heart wanting to form?"

She sat on the bed and removed her boots and her coat, leaving just a long sleeved form fitting black shirt and her slacks with socks on, and laid down on the bed.

"Amy's actually pretty nice... and has an attitude too. I like her." She pointed to the pillows and blankets on the ground. "You're getting the floor. It's better than outside."

After a few moments, she was laying on her back, arms crossed behind her head, "I'd like to think there's a way to grow a heart. I didn't want mine, but now... I don't know. I'm not so sure. I'm more scared that I'm not the same person I was when I was a Nobody, but I wasn't a good a person then."

She groaned, frustrated.

"You don't even know what I'm talking about. I kinda wish you did." She rolled her eyes, mostly at herself. "Whatever, I'm talking too much."

Demyx smiled and merely shrugged, not arguing with her.

"I don't know, I don't know what it means. Until Lea told me that stuff, everyone thought I was stupid for saying that."

He nodded at her gesture and spread out the blanket. It wasn't likely too much more uncomfortable than their beds in the castle anyway. Demyx unzipped his coat and folded it over itself and tucked it by his pillow. He didn't have a t-shirt, but rather a sleeveless one, showing off his arms. He sat and removed his boots as well, before placing them with his coat.

"It's better to have your heart. I'd rather have mine." Demyx said softly.

She had turned over in her bed, closing her eyes, away from him as he spoke.

But his last sentence made her have a quick intake of breath, and her eyes shot open.

She was quiet for a few moments, and just above a whisper she spoke.

"If I could, I would give you mine... I liked it better without."

Demyx wasn't bothered by her movements, in fact she was probably not even listening to his chattering. He was used to it, after all. He was surprised by her reaction. His position had changed slightly since she looked, his knees folded and his elbows resting upon them. One hand had been going through his hair when she spoke. It hovered there a moment.

If Larxene chose to look, he was offering his usual vacant smile.

"I don't know why you would say that when we...are all working towards that. Were all working towards that." Rhetoric, it was empty rhetoric that Xemnas filled his head with.

"I mean, I thought we were. I was. I was...it's all I've done everything for." No, he didn't need to get into that. It wasn't her problem anymore.

"The Superior was a liar and used us for his own personal gain," She spat out, acid in her words as she spoke of Xemnas, "There was never any chance in hell that we would ACTUALLY get our hearts back. Marly and I figured that out..."

She frowned, and turn her head to face him, adjusting her pillow under her head.

"I know you and the others were trying so hard for just a taste of your heart back... but... I think you might have something in you. Even now."

Her voice got timid and quiet.

"I can be here for you if you need to talk about anything... I don't know how much help I can be... but I want to help you get your heart back."

He flinched at her words. Traitor, traitor. His mind was telling him because it was awful to say. Awful to think. He shouldn't be thinking that way.

Except he should because Xemnas played them all.

"That's not..I don't." Demyx placed his hand to his chest, there was nothing beating within.

He frowned a little as she spoke and then gave her his damnable smile, although his other hand was still resting on the back of his neck. "Me? I don't have anything smart to say."

Demyx was confused, but didn't understand it, and explaining it would be difficult.

"Besides, it isn't your problem."

She did see the smile, and she reached to the lamp to turn out the lights.

She couldn't stand it- that smile.

His words.

She hoped his eyes hadn't adjusted yet as her eyes and her face were the opposite of what her voice sounded like as she attempted to tease, "You've never had anything smart to say."

It was hard to keep that up with his last line, and her heart hurt- it was... breaking. She knew this feeling well. It was one of the last feelings she had before it was taken.

A broken heart.

But it was breaking FOR him.

Her voice sounded stubborn and she almost spat her words out at him in an attempt to hide her emotions.

"Too bad. I'm MAKING it my problem, and you're gonna deal with it."

The darkness was a good cover, and a good friend. It was so much easier to lie when he wasn't being looked at.

"That's because I'm not smart." Demyx did, to some extent, believe that. He had no reason not to because he was surrounded by some smart people who'd reinforced that since he was barely a teenager. "What I have to say doesn't matter."

That too, he believed, was the truth.

"I don't think you know how confused I am. And you don't ever have to go back. I would have to...if he came here I'd have to." He murmured. "What can I really do against him?"

Nothing, he could do nothing. Xemnas could find him and destroy him. He didn't want to die, he was sure if he could be, he'd be scared to.

"I've known him most of my life and Xigbar." He sucked in a breath. "I liked Xiggy. I really did I think. He's the only one who didn't treat me like I was completely nothing, and all this time I have been stupid."

Thank God he couldn't feel what that betrayal must feel like. "I don't know what I did wrong. I don't know why."

"I'm.... confused too."

She was facing him as she let her eyes adjust to the darkness.

"Not for the same reasons, but..." her words faded as she listened. "You don't need to go back, and Xigbar was one of the biggest jerk-offs of a liar. He made you THINK he was on your side."

Spite filled passionate words- she truly felt this.

"You did nothing wrong. You did what the rest of us did. Followed empty orders." A pause. "Even when I thought I wasn't following orders, it was still part of the Supe- Xemnas's plan. Marluxia and I weren't the ones to betray him- he betrayed US. All of us."

She sat up in her bed.

"Don't you realize that, Demyx?! You don't NEED to go back. Just because you don't have your heart back yet doesn't mean you need to go back to that- that- that ASSHOLE Xemnas!"

She covered her mouth as if she said something taboo- it USED to be.

It was the first time she said it, really, to anyone.

Edited 2017-09-27 03:31 (UTC)

Xigbar had wanted him to think he was on his side, and he had until Lea told him that he was one of the masterminds, intricately linked with their Superior. It had been shocking, to say the least and he blamed himself for believing.

"Because I'm an idiot." He supplied with a grimace.

"I know I didn't start out well but it had to...I tried so hard to just do what he wanted. Why does he want me to die?" That hadn't even come from Lea, he knew it was coming. It had to be!

He shook his head. "I have to go back." He mumbled. "Or he'll kill me."

Demyx's head snapped up when she cursed Xemnas' name. "You can't say that!" He hissed as though they could be overheard.

"But he IS an asshole!" She almost laughed, not quite sure how she was supposed to feel- she was elated that she was finally getting it off of her chest, but she was still upset, and sad, and utterly heartbroken by his insistence that he NEEDED to go back.

"He'll kill you anyway. He kills anyone he's done with. Or sends someone to do it FOR him."

She adjusted herself on her bed, sitting against the wall and holding her pillow.

"I know you're not really an idiot, Demyx."

She bit her lip, and looked away.

"You're my friend. And I... I want to make sure you're safe." Her voice was quieter.

"You're one of my only friends... and I want to... protect you. That's what friends do, right? They care about and protect each other."

If his eyes were adjusted to the dark, he could see her looking away and a blush on her face.

"Larxene!" He was whispering, like they were children caught with their hands in the cookie jar, but he was kind of smiling a little. No, this was bad, it was not a road he should go down.

"He can't be done with me, he just can't. I've been good, I swear. We've been running ragged and for what?" He pulls his fingers through his hair again, slouching in his seat.

He lets out a little noise when she tells him he's not an idiot. Noncommittal.

"Do they? I don't really remember." He murmured. He'd trust her word on that. "I don't know why you want me safe?" He sounded confused. "I mean...why be my friend? Anyone in this place...Lea even...and you picked me?"

It was all so confusing and out of the ordinary for them.

"I thought I had the upper hand. We thought we REALLY had him... in the end, Castle Oblivion was a suicide mission." She breathed, "He sent us there to die because he was done with us."

She shook her head as if to get away from that thought, and answered his question.

"Honestly, I don't even know why. You were the first person to respond to me," she half laughed, "even if it WAS just to tease and be a jerk. At least to talked to me."

She hugged the pillow tighter and looked towards him.

"Lea is here, and he hasn't even made the effort to ask if I have a heart or not. He just assumes I'm still the Larxene he remembers... the one they sent him to assassinate."

She moved again, angrily tossing the pillow aside on her bed.

"And then he comes and tells you all of this crap about growing a heart and being friends with people, and he just LEAVES you?! At this point, I'm wondering which one of you is REALLY heartless, and I don't think it's you."

She huffed, red faced in the darkness.

"It was... I don't know, Demyx. I at least somewhat know you, knew you," she ran a hand through her hair, "getting to know you. It's like something pulled me to stay near you." She frowned. "It's a stupid reason anyway. I'm... I just want to be your friend, okay? And... I picked you because I wanted to."

"Done with...I guess." He breathed. "I mean, I wasn't there, I don't really know all the details."

Demyx wasn't asking though, that was up to her if she wanted to tell him. He smiled a little. "Well, teasing people is pretty fun, and you were very fun to tease." He can't be a good guy all the time, he just can't.

"Yeah, I don't know, I mean he told me and left with Xion. I didn't...expect that I guess. He just didn't think I was more than a threat. Then again, he is working for the light now, and I'm not so I guess I'm lucky he wasn't in the mood to kill me."

Support would have been nice, but he was fine without it, wasn't he? "It'd be easier if the Superior was here." He mumbled softly, because Xemnas would tell him what to do.

"It's not stupid, I'm just confused about it is all. We can be friends, honestly. I don't mind."

"Working for the light has nothing to do with it. He's being a pompous ass and acting like he's better than everyone else."

She quickly got down on the floor and grabbed him by the shirt with both of her fists when he mumbled, "It would be easier at what cost?! Don't you DARE ever say that again! I don't know why, but I care enough that I don't want you out on the streets, and HE'LL KILL YOU. He'll use you, and kill you, and I don't even want to THINK about- let alone-" one of her hands went to her chest, gripping the shirt where her own heart is, "FEEL you gone!"

She emphasized every word in a menacing whisper before she let him go, "Don't. Ever. Think. That. AGAIN."

Her head turned and she sniffed in, holding back angry tears.

"Being friends- it's not the poi- I don't..." She was flustered and upset, and tired, "All I know is this stupid heart is causing me to have stupid emotions, and I'm stupidly willing to make sure you're safe from that asshole Xemnas!"

She sniffed again, and breathed heavy, trying to prevent her eyes from betraying her- a single tear escaped, and she wiped it with her sleeve, making an angry noise.

"I don't know."

Larxene was on the floor in front of him and she violently grabbed his shirt and he stared at her, bewildered, one hand falling back to keep him on balance.

"I...I just..." He stammered a little. Demyx wasn't really sure why he'd said that himself, why he wanted to lean into the familiar when it was just so very bad for him. "I don't know what to do!"

Damn if he didn't sound a bit emotional though, and then she was wiping her eyes and his eyes widened.

"Oh man, don't cry, I'm sorry!" He said quickly, very unsure what to do. "I don't know how to fix that!"

"I'm not crying! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!" She snapped, "I mean- it IS your fault! I just-!" And her tears came freely now, but she didn't know why- she was angry! She was upset! Didn't people normally cry when they were sad?

But she WAS sad.

She was sad that he really didn't have a heart, and not just that, he wanted to go back to Xemnas. Even after all that he did to them- even as Larxene she knew better- it's what got her killed, but telling Demyx that wouldn't help her.

That was it, she was going to help him get his heart back if it killed her.

Maybe it would.

She wiped her eyes, making a frustrated noise, "You don't have to fix it. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel. It's just this- THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T WANT A HEART! But you..." she breathed and subconsciously put her hands on his shoulders- it wasn't in any attempt to hurt him at all, in fact, it was somewhat soft and a comforting gesture, "You would benefit from one... you were always charismatic anyway, not me. You- you're- we're going to get your heart back. Either that or make sure you grow one..."

People tended to cry for a variety of reasons, if that was a small comfort, but it was a comfort he couldn't give her. He was more baffled by the display than anything.

"I...don't know that much about feelings. I didn't mean to do what I did to make you cry. That's why I'm sorry." Demyx explained, still completely awestruck by the display.

She reached out and touched his shoulders, a gentle touch. It wasn't like she was going for his neck, shaking him or striking him in any way. It was unusual. He glanced at her hand briefly and back to her, equally puzzled. The last time someone showed him some sort of kindness like that, he couldn't remember.

She was the one that needed comfort though, she was the one in tears, not him.

"I don't think having a heart is a bad thing. Not for you, not for me." He wasn't sure how to make a comforting gesture, so he brought his hands up and placed them over hers. Hopefully that would convey what he was trying to say.

"Being able to feel isn't a bad thing...I know you're crying right now, but you can be happy again, right?" He offered a smaller smile, meant to be reassuring, or at least what he thought it looked like.

"I really really want my heart, I can't deny that. If I don't get it, all this- everything I've done, will have been a waste. I'll have completely destroyed my soul for nothing. I'm not naturally inclined to be so evil you know." He sighed wistfully, but his choices had been made, if one could call them that.

"I know I shouldn't be anywhere near the Superior...but something makes me need to be? I'm very confused. He's always been there, he's always told me what to do. Every day has been planned for almost a decade. I honestly don't know what to do with myself. He'd know. He'd...have something for me to do." He was babbling, but hopefully it explained his mindset a little. "But it's bad...and saying that is bad. It would make me a traitor and he'd find me and kill me and-"

She froze when his hands touched hers, and blushed bright, unable to stop herself from doing so. She sniffled, blinked, and listened- wanting to interrupt so badly, but let him ramble until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't you see, that's where you're wrong! He brainwashed you Demyx, he tried to brainwash all of us, and succeeded for the most part." She searched his eyes, and looked into them, trying to find just a glimmer of something she could use- was growing a heart possible at all?

"And it IS bad to think that, but being a traitor to him? He already betrayed us."

She was starting to calm down a bit, her voice quiet and angry.

"If he finds you, he won't kill you- not without going through ME first."

Still looking into his eyes, she looked determined- her own eyes red and swollen, her cheeks stained from tears, and her voice just about a whisper.

"You'll get your heart back, Demyx. I'll make sure of it."

She was quiet for a few moments just looking at him, still searching for something in his eyes that could prove SOMETHING was there deep down inside.

She looked away, her own eyes strained from crying, and she squeezed his hands that were on hers before standing from the floor.

"I need to wash up. You can take the bed if you want... you haven't had one for a while, right?"

He flinched at her accusation that he'd been brainwashed. It was hard to think he had been, but then again Xemnas was an expert at what he did.

"I know he did, Lea said so." He answered with a frown, and still some part of him was pulling him the other direction.

"You will?" He asked softly, wondering about that, a little in awe at the promise. He wasn't expecting such a promise from Larxene, at all.

Demyx didn't know what to show her, he didn't know what she was looking for and he wouldn't have been able to just conjure up some sort of feeling. She pulled away and got up and he dropped his hands.

"Yeah, but I'm fine." He said, a little defeated. Whatever she was looking for, she hadn't seemed to find. Demyx flopped onto his back then, sighing a little. He was more confused than ever, really.

She had only seen a flicker of something so faint that it must have been her imagination and eye strain.

She sighed when he turned down the bed, and stood by the door.

"I'm your friend. And I know what you must be going through. I was like you once... Never as bad though..." Her hand hovered over the door handle, whispering, "You'll have a heart before the time comes that he decides what to do with you. I promise."

She frowned.

"Look... Take the bed, Demyx. My back hurts anyway, the hard floor will help," she lied with a smile, "I'll be right back... Don't even think about leaving."

She left and went to the washroom, breathing heavily, and washed her face and hands, staying there a few minutes until she was satisfied with how she looked.

'Larxene would never act this way.' Another breath. 'I'm not Larxene anymore...'

She didn't know how she felt about that thought. It made her angry, and sad, and relieved at the same time.

"I need sleep." She said aloud in the washroom before walking back to her room, and opened the door to see if he had listened or not.

Larxene sure was bossy when she wanted to be. Demyx let out a little defeated groan and sat up again, and moved to the bed. If it was uncomfortable to sleep in his clothes, he didn't seem terribly bothered. When she came back out, he was stretched out on her bed.

It would be too much work to argue with her, honestly.

"What do you mean you weren't as bad as me?" He sounded more curious than anything.

He sighed again. "Sorry again that I made you cry even though I don't know what I did. If you could tell me, I won't do it again."

Even though he was a Nobody, he seemed subdued. If he had a heart, one could mistake him for a little melancholy.

"It doesn't matter. It's fine," she lied, "I'm tired."

She made herself as comfortable as she could on the floor- it really WAS hard and cold, and attempted to close her eyes without answering his last question.

After a few moments...

"Stop apologizing. It's just the crap you've been trained to say and think. I want you to keep telling me these things. So there's nothing you need to stop doing." She let out a small angry sigh to herself as she held her shirt over her chest where her heart was beating, "I just need to learn how to control my stupid emotions... goodnight Demyx."

"Okay." He answered after a pause and shrugged a little to himself. He didn't think Larxene was fine but he couldn't be sure either.

"If you're sure." From her reaction though, and even a part of himself he knew that what he was saying was wrong. It had to be.

"Good night Larx."