For Zexion: Just Before They Start Dating

Yuu rarely pushed the envelope when it came to her affair with Zexion. But lately, that's all it seemed to be: an affair. She wasn't the type to play around when it came to lovers, no matter how it might appear at times. She was loyal. She liked to flirt around but she never strayed.

However, she wasn't content to let it stay like this. She wasn't the type to sit back and watch what she wanted drift away. That's why she felt it appropriate to be waiting outside the lab he worked at late one evening. She knew he worked late, that he was still searching for a way to get his heart back and that sometimes, he didn't even go home. She leaned back on the wall, tilting her head back and watched a plume of steam escape out of her mouth with each breath. It was cold and the jacket she wore would only keep her so warm for so long.

That didn't matter though. She wasn't about to let what she wanted get away.

Demon Zexion: Of Flirting and Plots

Yuu was attractive. It was a fact, a well-established one. She could hardly not be aware of it with how many guys flirted with her. More often then not, she brushed them off. Occasionally, she flirted back but usually she made it clear she wasn't interested in anything beyond flirting. Those occasions usually led her getting something from the guy, like making other guys back off for a time, or something for free. She had never been opposed to using her charms.

The difference was that she never pursued anyone. At least, not in the time that her demon would have known her. She steered clear of getting too close to anyone else. She usually didn't stray too far from his side and she seemed to depend on him when guys got too clingy. After all, hadn't that been her wish in the first place? She wanted him by her side, wanted him with her forever. That was her wish and she'd made it clear she met him alone.

So that's what made it so strange, her not even sparing him a glance tonight. Actually, lately, she'd been a little distant lately. Not as though she was avoiding him, but distant, as if her mind was often somewhere far away. But tonight was different, she was avoiding him. And then a man approached her, one that he wouldn't recognize, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and making her giggle. What would be more interesting, though, is when he whispered something and made her flush. They talked on the dance floor, the music drowning out their words so he can't overhear. And then, suddenly, something changed. There's a flash of her mischievous streak, she turns and flashes him a quick smile and a wave…and then she's pursuing this guy.