Hands down, you owed this guy for the entire prime, blackmail material you had just received.
Moments ago, Pyro-Head had arrived back from a mission on your marvelous planet called Earth, and you had somehow coerced him into bringing you back with him to the World That Never Was. It wasn’t like you were a stranger here, but the missions that involved Earth were so few with long periods of time in between that the nobodies rarely ever saw you.
For which they were grateful.
Moving on…you had wandered aimlessly about the castle while clinging onto Axel’s arm and had stuck to his side as he reported back to Xemnas, you had to plug your ears, and as he dropped off something he found during his mission to Demyx. You had noted it was a CD but since you were preoccupied with annoying Axel at the time, you hadn’t thought to see what the CD was.
Now back to the present. After glomping Roxas, stealing food from Xaldin and successfully not meeting Saïx, you were bored. So what does (Name) do when she’s bored? Why she goes to bother Demyx of course!
The blonde Nobody wasn’t in his room so you traipsed to where he was most likely to be besides his room…The Hall of Empty Melodies.
But it appeared that the Hall wasn’t as Empty of Melody as its name boasted it to be for as you neared the door you could feel and hear the heavy thudding bass in the floor and the faint strains of melody. Curious, ever curious, you cracked open the door and nearly fell to the ground with laughter.
Demyx, musical as he was, hadn’t hesitated to put the CD in a CD player that looked suspiciously like the one your neighbour was missing and had begun to listen to the various songs on there. He often insisted to you that one could love all types of music if one listened to it long enough and really got in to it. Well, it appeared that Demyx ‘got into it’ by dancing and singing along…
Oh dear…you swore you burst a blood vessel from keeping your laughter in by now.
The song blaring crudely from the sound system was none other than a song you had heard only once on occasion, and had promptly despised it. What a ridiculous song it was! But now…well…you were reconsidering your opinion if the song came with such amusing memories. You watched and snickered silently, storing away each of his dance moves in your memories so you’d remember them all.
Demyx was completely oblivious to the threat of public humiliation and just kept dancing and singing with the lead singer.
“Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me…” He punctuated each of the last three words with a swing of his hips from side to side, arms above his head.
“Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me…” Oh dear this kid had to learn how to dance. The words were combined with varying moves stolen from the Disco era, and possibly from a monkey on crack.
“Don’t cha, don’t cha…” And there was that “Bend and Snap” you and he had learned when you both watched “Legally Blonde”! Ooh…two times in a row. That was hardcore.
“Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me…” The finger snapping was combined with a quick Disco pump…first from the left hip with the right hand until his first finger pointed to the sky, and then with the left hand from the right hip…and then some good ole “The Grocery Cart” moves. Reach up like you’re taking something from the shelf and putting it in the cart…and than push the ‘cart’.
“Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me…” How could he ask that? He was freaking HILARIOUS! Who wouldn’t want him as a girlfriend? Oh right…he’s a guy.
…Huh. You shook your head and resumed watching him as he did the ever popular “Pepper Mill” move and then the Moonwalk…ah…you were going to pee your pants soon from laughter.
“Don’t cha, don’t cha…” Oh. Now he’s getting low~! Your face flushed. Okay…so that was kind of hot…if not for the fact that he’s a guy. All right! It was amusing after a while but enough was enough!
You slammed the door open and efficiently startled Demyx from his “Dance-a-thon” and giggled as his eyes grew impossibly huge.
“I…er…um…it’s not what it looks like!” he sputtered and you smiled before going up to him and dancing beside him.
“Of course not silly…you didn’t have a dancing partner,” you said cheerfully and wound your arms around his neck and kissed him lightly.
…You’d tell him later about the video camera you’d stowed away in the vase conveniently placed by the door to capture everything on film. Maybe you’d make them into DVDs and sell them to the other Organization members for five munny each…
