(Author's Note: Oh look, an update! This is the third time I attempted this chapter and finally it is done just in time for Zemyx Day (literally it's bordering midnight here!).

So enjoy and feedback always encourages faster updates! The next chapter of WTGAW is about a third done so look forward to moar soon!)

Theme Six: Cosy

Lacking a sun and the consequential perpetual darkness meant that The World That Never Was was always cold. Not just the cold that made you pull your clothing a little tighter around yourself. Cold that made you shudder deep to your core which wasn't much warmer - the lack of a heart did nothing for a Nobody's body temperature. Some of Organisation XIII whispered that hell had very well frozen over as they were living in it. The Castle That Never Was's architecture did not help matters. The stone never quite warmed through and trying was just a waste of time, really. Electric blankets and portable radiators were staple in each room to try and stave off the chill for another few hours. Woe betide any member whose methods of staying warm failed or were forgotten. Of course, it happened to them all. Bad days were unavoidable amongst the good days. Logical probability would rear its ugly head once in a while without fail.

A method that had been recently discovered was more taboo than the rest. Xemnas had tried to nip it in the bud but the grape vine had informed all the Organisation before he had the chance. His next meeting was a rant pertaining to the dangers of indulging themselves in false emotions and how weak it made them. Emotions made them weak. They did not have hearts to feel and thus were spared this flaw. Why some of them would willingly try to emulate the poor semblance of emotion in this state was beyond him. What happened behind closed doors was very well none of his business, however, and the chance to be warm for once in this void was worth risking his wrath.

That was why there were two figures bundled up in shared blankets on Demyx's bed that night. The Melodious Nocturne was reclined against the large pillows, idly stroking the downy hair of his bed mate. Thin fingers likewise teased the short hairs at his nape, the movements quickening and slowly with the tide of their owner's thoughts. The lithe body felt almost weightless and ethereal, even Demyx looked muscular in comparison. It made him wonder if Xemnas was right all along. The boy in his arms could be nothing more than an illusion, a figment of his imagination. He looked down, admiring the doll-like features of his lover. Maybe that was all he was - a puppet. His arm tightened around the other's waist, his fingers digging into the pale skin and leaving dark marrs in their wake. No protest was made. This arouse his suspicions further until the boy turned to meet his gaze, calm seas meeting the storm.

"Is this real?"

The words hung between them, the fear behind them, be it real or just a memory, rang clear like an elephant in the room. Zexion sighed and his lips twisted into a half smile.

"What do you think?"

Demyx gave his lover a push, annoyed,

"I wouldn't be asking if I knew!" He griped. The chuckle this drew from Zexion did little to placate his irritation. The feather-light kiss planted on his pouting lips was, however.

One thing led to another and soon each was sprawled upon his back, gasping for mouthful after mouthful of frigid air as sweat cooled and made the sheets cling to their skin. The heat their supposed passion had created soon dissipated without a trace, the post-coital haze faded all too soon and they were left shivering once more.

Once their skin was shielded from the bitter teeth of the temperature they both relaxed again. Kisses were traded, new for old, and empty sentiments were whispered back and forth.

"Is this real?" Demyx asked Zexion one more time.

"It doesn't matter."

And it didn't.

I just don't care if it's real

That won't change how it feels.

And you can't resist

Making me feel

Eternally missed.

(Post Script: Lyrics are from Eternally Missed by Muse. Click the pretty review button, yes? 8D

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