🌊~ꪑꫀꪶꪮᦔ꠸ꪮꪊᦓ ꪑꫀꪶꪖꪀᥴꫝꪮꪶꪗ~🌊 - A Demyx x Reader fic

Chapter 2

(Oh boy, here I go writing at 5 am when I should be asleep.
Anyways, let's hope I go through with this)

Demyx sat in his bed, tracing the covers anxiously with the tip of his fingers. The soft brushing let out a soft, fluffy hiss against the dark, leather gloves her wore. Staring down into the abyss which was his floor, he sighed
"What if he says no...?" He asked himself aloud. The thought of even being turned down, disheartened him.

Or maybe, it was the thought of not being able to be around her.

Demyx was never really eager for missions, the utter thought if them making his chest feel heavy and his motivation to do anything drop at a zero.

But her...maybe she could...

No Demyx, don't use her for motivation like that.

It was still early morning by the position of the moon in the sky, shining just barely above the window. The light reflected off his coat, his head resting on his arms as he just kept worrying and worrying.
"Saix has never liked me, and I've always done poorly on missions...so what makes me so special to have an exception?" He sat up a little. Maybe he was just overthinking. Maybe if he could convince Saix somehow...

Those ideas would be brewing for him quite soon.
"I think...I should shower first before I use any of my brainpower...."
Standing up, he walked across his room, suddenly noticing something on the nightstand nearby.
"Mm?" He walked over to it, noticing what had caught his attention.

It was a picture frame of he and Y/N, ubtouched and dusty. His grip on the framing got harder, teeth grinding.
"Dammit! How did I not know you were suffering...? Why did it ever come to this?" He hissed, mostly to himself. He traced his finger over Y/N's face in the photo, shaking his head.
"Maybe one day things'll go back to normal."
Putting the frame down, he walked back over to the entrance of his door. It sliding open, he spoke one last time
"If that ever happens."

And as he walked out, the door closed behind him with a shzzzt!

Walking down the hallway, he realized how empty and barren it was. Usually, he never pointed out such detail, so why would he be doing so now? He didn't like this weird feeling in his chest. He just tried to shoulder it off as he arrived at the washrooms.
"Here we are. Maybe I can cool down..."
As he was about to open the door, the door suddenly slid open, revealing Luxord. Hot mist swirled around his ankles, pouring out of the bathroom.

"Greetings." He dipped his head, Demyx not sharing the same sentiment.
"Hello, Luxord."
Demyx was in no talking mood, and he wasn't going to waste it on his "partner-in-crime".
However, Luxord wasn't here to be chatty, either. However, he had a few spare words.

"I've never seen such a serious look on you before. Somebody tamper with your Sitar without permission?" Luxord somewhat teased, noticing the waves of negativity rolling off the Melodious nocturne. He was never like this, and Luxord grew suspicious.

"No, Luxord. Nobody messed with my sitar. Can you please just let me get to my sho-" As he tried to push past Luxord, Luxord grabbed him by the coat, causing a yelp to escape from his lips.

"Picture this, boy." Luxord continued, "A black goat falls in love with the white goat, ignorant of the consequences."
Demyx glared at him, his teeth gritting as he just stared.
"What do you want from me, Luxord."

Luxord simply shrugged, a smirk on his face.
"Nothing, just a reminder."

Demyx's eyes widened in suspicion. Was there something he had forgotten?