A/N: Just to warn you, this is probably going to be disaster. It was written in about 30 minutes.
Lexaeus stared silently at his calender as he let his mind come out of it's sleepy daze. It was one of those days today. Lex secretly liked the days 5/6 and 6/5 because it combined his number and Zexion's numbers together for a whole 48 hours. Of course he would never voice this out loud to anyone, not even himself. Today though was different, he felt more confident and impulsive then what was normal for him.
He pushed back the covers of his bed and sat up, feet swinging onto the cold floor. He stretched his arms above him in a silent yawn and went to his small closet to get a t-shirt, pants, and his coat, all in black. When he was presentable he headed out, thinking of where he might spend his time. He didn't have any mission today to keep him busy, but he didn't feel like solving a puzzle either. I'll go to the library then, he thought, and catch up on some reading. And maybe he would see Zexion, just the thought of the short illusionist made him feel slightly happier.
The library was large and quiet, fitting Lexaeus' personality to a T. He grabbed a book from one of the many shelves, not carring what it was, and went to sit down on the couch where he could see a head of purple blue hair. The furniture squeaked slightly as he sat down and opened his book, eyes instantly falling to the bland pages.
"Good morning number 5." The bored voice drawled quietly from behind the cover a copy of the Norton Anthology of English Literatue. He looked up and caught the dark blue eyes looking at him over the top of reading glasses, nodded in silent greeting, and watched as those eyes fell back onto the pages of the book in front of them.
Quiet.
I should try and start a conversation. Lexaeus decided.
...
How? He looked around for something that might be interesting but it proved fruitless, the library was just such a boring, depressing, bland place. Bingo.
He cleared his throat and Zexion glanced at him breifly, just slightly surprised that Lex was going to start a conversation. There was a reason the giant of a man was titled 'The Silent Hero'.
"Have you ever noticed how depressing this place is? We should ask Superior if we can decorate it a bit more, after all it's our home right?" the deep voice asked hesistantly. Zexion stared at him with an expression that clearly stated 'are you serious?'. Lex looked back down at his book in embarrassment, he really wasn't good at small talk. Zexion blinked at him a couple of time's before shrugging and returning to his book, idly flipping the page.
"It doesn't really matter," he stated boredly. "It's not like we can feel depressed or anything. We don't have hearts."
Lex just nodded in disappointment. Sometimes though, I really want to believe Demyx when he says we do have hearts. The emotions we feel can't just be memories of the real thing.
He looked up from his book to glance at his friend, but something stole his attention. Sitting their innocently on the table, where it hadn't been before, was a small vase of flowers. The vase was squat, round, and apparently made of clear glass. Inside bunched together was a handful of purple and orange daisies, their roots buried in dime sized, smooth river pebbles.
"I do agree with you though..." Zexion said nonchalantly, but softly, and dusting of red bleeding on to his cheeks. "This place could use a bit of lightening up."
Maybe the next time one of the two days Lexaeus loved the most came up, he'd be even more impulsive. If good things came from trying, then next time he'd confess, not just stammer out a pathetic thank you.
A/N: A really sappy, and horribly written oneshot for 6/5. Happy LexZex day!
~Akemi-chan