And so it continued for a couple more days. Zexion spend most of his time in the library reading. Demyx followed him everywhere he went, except to the bathroom of course, but he did walk him to the door. At night, when they went to bed, was the only other time Demyx would let him out of his sight. With any other member of the organization this would have severely irritated Zexion, but for some unknown reason he didn’t mind Demyx fussing over him. He actually enjoyed his company a bit, just a tiny bit. After a while Demyx started talking to the shorter man, even though he knew, or maybe it was because, he wouldn’t be able to hear him. Maybe he was beginning to miss contact with the other nobodies, Zexion thought. Demyx was always chatting or making fun with at least one of them, while Zexion usually spent most of his time alone in silence. But whatever the reason, he only talked out loud to him when he was sure there wasn’t anyone else around. It was like no-one was allowed to hear it, but he just had to say it to someone.

Zexion’s body began to heal slowly. It wasn’t long before he felt like his old self again, except… This lasted a week already. It was about time he got his ears to work again. He had tried everything. He tried turning up the radio really loud, and destroying it when no sound reached his ears. He tried focusing on the movements of Demyx’ mouth, which only made him feel uncomfortable for reasons he knew but didn’t want to admit. He’d even tried strangling Vexen, which of course didn’t help his hearing at all, but did help to make himself feel better for a moment. When he had been done with the poor scientist even Demyx didn’t dare go near the Cloaked Schemer for a while. The bloodlust in his eyes, and the evil grin of cruel pleasure had been clearly visible for everyone to see as he attacked and tried to strangle Vexen during dinner on the eighth day of his deafness. There was absolutely nothing Vexen had done wrong, or so it seemed in the eyes of the other nobodies. But Zexion knew better, he had countless reasons. Vexen had constantly thrown nervous glances in the direction of the clearly fuming Schemer. He had acted like nothing was wrong in front of the other nobodies. And most of all, he had spoken. It had most likely been something small and insignificant, like asking Xaldin to pass him the salt. But when Zexion had seen the silent words leave his lips something had snapped deep inside the slate-haired man. And that something happened to hold his sanity together. Without thinking he had leaped at the man and wrapped his fingers around the thin neck. When he finally realized what he was doing the man beneath him was turning blue. Quickly releasing Vexen, he had ran from the room, without looking back at the reactions of the other members of the organization. Without looking back at Demyx’ terrified face of which he’d caught a glimpse.
He ran, not even caring where to. When he looked up again he was in the library. How typical. He crawled onto his favorite chair, making himself as small as possible. Tears ran over his cheeks. He tried to keep quiet, not wanting to be heard nor seen, not in this state. However he couldn’t make sure, of course. Damn it. Why was he so weak? Why couldn’t he even hold a couple of tears inside? And why did he even attack Vexen? It wasn’t his faul- Wait, it was  his fault. He deserved it. So why was he so upset? He got an answer when he felt a soft tap on his head. He looked up, and saw a worried face looking at him. Demyx. The slate-haired man jumped a bit and sat up straight immediately, wiping his tears away. He refused to let Demyx see him in such state, even though it was obvious what was going on. He stared at the others face, almost daring him to do something and pay the price for it. Demyx pulled his small notebook out of his pocket but paused for a moment, apparently not knowing what to write. He’d been carrying the thing around all the time, just in case he needed to discus something with the Cloaked Schemer. When he’d finally written something, he showed it to Zexion.

'Are you okay?'

Zexion nodded, whipping the fresh tears off his face. At this sight, Demyx’ face lit up and smiled at the other in the kindest way. It was like he was saying it’d all be okay, he didn’t need to worry. Zexion couldn’t take this. He couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Dropping his head into his hands, he silently cursed himself. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this?
Then he felt two warm arms wrap around him. Without thinking he wrapped his own arms around the other in reply, pulling him closer. He clung on to him as if his life depended on it. As if he couldn’t live on if the other left. As if he’d die if there was to much space between them. Strange memories of past feelings flooded Zexion and concentrated somewhere in his chest, causing a mix of pain and pleasure. He didn’t know how long they sat like that, he only knew that he liked it. He liked it a lot and wanted to never let go.

The last thing Demyx remembered was Zexion clinging on to him for dear life, his cloak getting soaked from the many tears the other shed. At the heartbreaking sight he had found himself also not able to hold back his tears, and cried along with the other. They must’ve fallen asleep like that. Now the room was dark. Beneath him he felt something move. The sound of calm breathing filled the room. He blinked with his eyes, trying to get them adjusted to the dark. He could vaguely make out a shadow beneath him. Moving his face closer, he saw who it was. Zexion. His non-existent heart skipped a beat and a blush covered his face. He studied the others face. He couldn’t see him clearly, he needed to move closer. Closer… closer. He ran a finger across his face, feeling the soft skin against his own. His hand now cupped the chin of the still sleeping body. Moving closer again, his lips now almost connected with Zexion’s.
“So this is what you do all the time you’re together.” Demyx let out a yelp and jumped, falling to the floor. A small fire lit up at the other end of the room, near the door. Demyx stared at Axel, breathing heavy from the shock. Had he seen what he’d been doing? Of course he had, those green catlike eyes saw everything. He wanted to say something, that it wasn’t what it looked like, but the words died in his throat. It was exactly what it looked like. He had been about to kiss the shorter nobody. On the lips. Without permission. That last thought shot like an arrow of guilt through his non-existent heart. He had been about to molest Zexion in his sleep. What the hell was he thinking? He glared at Axel, mad at him for catching them in such a position.
“Axel, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. I was just checking on you, since you both weren’t seen after the… incident at dinner. But I see you’re busy.” With a wink Axel extinguished the flame and left the room.

Zexion was awoken by something hitting him in the face. He grabbed his nose, luckily not feeling any blood. He was cold, the warmth that surrounded him just a moment ago seemed to have disappeared. A little light appeared, revealing the face of number XIII. He could also vaguely make out the shape of Demyx, getting up from the floor. He said something, getting a reply from Axel, and then the small fire went out and the Flurry of Dancing Flames left. Demyx just stood there for a moment, but then turned around and sat on the couch across from Zexion. He only now seemed to notice the Schemer was awake. Zexion’s eyes began to adjust to the dark, and he saw that Demyx gave him another of those kind smiles. One of those that said nothing was wrong, everything was okay, he would take care of him. The scientist looked away, afraid that he would be unable to hold back his tears again, and glanced at the clock. It was already one in the morning. He stood up and motioned to the other he was going to bed. Demyx nodded and walked him to the door of his room. Once alone in his bedroom, Zexion fell down on his bed, feeling exhausted. He couldn’t get to sleep however. Just a moment ago he was still sleeping peacefully, feeling warm and safe, but now he was cold and restless. Memories of what happened earlier flooded his mind, taking his thoughts once again to the person he seemed to be obsessed about lately. Demyx.