Saïx tapped his foot. He'd knocked on Xemnas's door a full three minutes and fifteen seconds ago and the Organization leader still hadn't answered. Axel and Larxene's argument about dinner being too well done [Larxene suspected Axel of burning the meatloaf, while Axel vehemently denied it, saying she must have zapped the oven and made it heat up too much] was getting louder and more violent by the second. Saïx really wanted there to be some kitchen left after the whole thing blew over, so he'd decided to bring Xemnas into the situation.
But it was taking the leader a lot longer than usual to answer his door.
Saïx knocked again. Another three minutes later, he bit his lip and opened the door.
Saïx had actually never been in Xemnas's room- there was a rumor circulating through the Organization that anyone who entered would be cursed by being last in line for the bathroom in the morning. And no one wanted that. They were all happy to leave Axel in the position.
"Xemnas-sama?" Saïx called, one foot through the door. The room was dark, too dark to see anything but the general outline. Saïx squinted. There seemed to be a sliver of light coming from a door on the other side of the room, perhaps a closet. The blue-haired Nobody shuffled across the floor, hoping he wouldn't trip on anything. He thought he heard the sound of a page turning on the other side of the door.
"Xemnas-sama?" he repeated. There was the sound of a book snapping shut.
"Saïx?" Xemnas's voice came from behind the door, sounding… frightened. Something was wrong here.
"Um, sir, Larxene and Axel are having an argument. I can't get them apart, so I was wondering if you could-"
Saïx stopped talking when his foot hit something on the floor. He bent and picked it up. It was a paperback book. Squinting, he could just make out the cover.
"Tokyo… Mew-Mew?" he read.
The closet door flew open. Xemnas's arm emerged and snatched the book from Saïx's hands.
"I'll be right down," he grunted, slamming the closet door. Saïx blinked.
"Thank you, sir," he said, turning to leave. He looked over his shoulder at the sliver of light.
"There's no shame in it, sir," he called softly, "I recommend Shugo Chara."