Another commission for a friend on DA. I really love this one.
Enjoy!
His nobody looks like that boy who saved him, all those years ago. I almost forgot about it, but seeing that face again brought the memories back. Ventus was his name, then it became Roxas, now Sora.
Sora.
He was an interesting person. So light, joyful, able to overcome any challenge brought his way. He loved everyone he met, he told everyone anything, and showed his heart on his sleeve.
In other words Zexion hated him.
Well maybe hate wasn't the right word. He couldn't feel, so he couldn't hate. Yet how could one explain this feeling, seating deep within his bones? Zexion had plenty of reasons to hate Sora, but none of them seemed right. Sure, the kid would bring about their downfall if released, but that didn't seem good enough.
Zexion just couldn't place his finger on what he thought.
That was so unlike the schemer. He was normally knew everything, he could even recite facts out of his books. Yet this time he just didn't know how he felt. If 'feeling' was even the right word.
It suddenly clicked in his mind.
This was the feeling those with hearts call jealousy. If Zexion could he would say he was shocked. Jealous? Jealous of what? The answer came almost immediately. Jealous of the boy who had everything. The girl, the best friend, the family, the friends. Here at the Organization it was dog-eat-dog, you only looked out for yourself, there was no room for all that. With no hearts to feel with, why would we care about everyone else?
Zexion flipped through the pages of his Lexicon, looking for that one page. The one page that lets him see into the outside world without having to actually be there. When he finally found it, he had it show him Sora, running about on some mission. It wasn't more than ten seconds later that Zexion slammed the book shut, disgusted.
It wasn't Sora's friends or family that made Zexion jealous, but his heart.
That boy could show so much emotion, he could poor his heart out. Zexion sat there wondering how in the world that boy could keep his heart when Zexion couldn't keep his. It just wasn't fair in his mind. He had worked so hard, had given up everything for those experiments with the other apprentices, and in the end it had all been nothing. He had given his life in a futile effort, and now would spend the rest of his days searching for his heart. Searching for something that he knew he would probably never find again.
Zexion didn't know what to do anymore. He didn't even know why he felt this way, for now he knew he was actually feeling something. He was the cloaked schemer; he wasn't supposed to be confused about anything. He was supposed to plan out everything, think out every possibility, but he hadn't even considered something like this. Like actually being able to feel jealous.
"Zexion?" There was Vexen. He must have entered his room at some point.
"Come the Superior needs to see us right away." The tactician said
"Why?"
"Something about a mission in Castle Oblivion."
Zexion nodded and followed the other out, leaving all this bothering thoughts behind. Besides something told him he wouldn't have to worry about it for much longer anyway.