A/n The song is called forgive me by evanescence
You were mad at him, again. That much Demyx knew. Though for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. You were his best friend before and during the formation of Organization XIII, but as of five days ago you had been ignoring him.
Whenever you would turn your head when he walked by or you didn't acknowledge his presence in the room, he felt a harsh of pang stab his chest. He didn't know what it was but he didn't like it.
He missed being able to go on missions with you, talking with you, and even just being in your (non angry) presence. He wanted to be able to be with you and see you smile again.
So, he tried everything he could think of to apologize for whatever he had done. He hunted you down after your missions with apology after apology. When that didn't work, he tried to bring you different kinds of flowers from many of the different worlds. Later he discovered Marluxia planting those exact same flowers in his garden. As a final attempt he wrote you a poem. Which he read to you in the grey room with a few people watching and listening of course.
“Do you even know why I'm mad?” You asked him when he had finished. He looked back at Axel and Roxas who both shrugged.
“No…?” He stated cautiously. You let out a sigh and stared at him with hurt eyes.
“That's the problem. Honestly, at this point I’m not even mad anymore.” He got a hint of hope at those words.
“Then-” He started, but you cut him off.
“Now I’m just hurt.” With that you turned and walked out of the room leaving all of his hope to just break into pieces.
He sighed as he watched you leave and began thinking of everything he could have done to upset you.
“I’ve never seen Demyx try so hard at anything before.” Roxas whispered with no ill intent.
“Yo, Demyx!” Axel called to him. Demyx looked up at him and his frown fell even more.
“Have you tried writing her a song yet?” Axel grinned knowing full well that he had forgotten about his musical talents. Demyx’s eyes widened.
“You're an idiot.” He heard Larxene ‘whisper’ as he ran off to his room, which was right next to yours.
You leaned your head against the wall that you shared with Demyx a few tears sliding down your face. You missed him. But he had hurt you and it wasn't the first time. He often spaced out when anyone talked to him so its no wonder that he hadn't listened to you when you told him about the special day that he had forgotten about.
You heard soft music float through the walls to meet your ears. Oh how you loved his music. You could sit and listen to him sing and play his sitar for hours on end.
Sighing, you made your way over to your closet. With all of your missions done with for today, you wanted to change into something comfier than your cloak. Deciding on a (color) tank top and (color) midthigh shorts you shimmied into them. Plopping down on your bed you listened to his music as you drifted off to sleep.
~A Few Hours Later~
You were woken by a series of knocks on your door. Sluggishly, you got up, stumbled to the door, and opened it to find a slightly confused and flustered Roxas standing there. Looking down at yourself, you quickly adjusted your tank top which had shifted in your sleep.
“What's up, Roxas?” You questioned the younger boy.
“Can you meet me in the grey room in about fifteen minutes?” He asked with a suspicious glance to the side.
