Hello! Guess who finally got off their lazy ass and decided to write this idea that she has been juggling for a while? (Points thumbs to herself) This guy! This story will involve several things that are a part of my own head canon, I will warn you with each chapter.
Warning: psychic!Lexicon
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, they belong to disney and Square Enix
Notes
Prologue~
The organization library has many sections, one for each of the members. Everytime one of the members requests some sort or material it would not only go to their section, but also to Xemnas'; blame Xigbar, there was an incident with porn that forced the Superior to make the rule: If you don't want the Superior to notice, then don't put it on the order sheet. Needless to say, not every section is full as others.
In one of the more full sections, Zexion sits in a red, velvet chair. He is skimming through Machiavelli's Prince, but his mind starts to wander to IX. Ever since IX had become, Zexion had noticed how his missions have not been fully completed; he took it upon himself to help to forgetful nobody. Every week he would sneak in to Saix's room, look at all of the missions that IX would be assigned, and he would write them down, along with a few helpful tips for some of the troubles that the lexicon would predict, on a colorful set of 3x5 note cards. Later, he would slide them into IX's room and would go to his room.
He knew that IX was curious as to who he was, but he didn't have the heart to shatter the illusion that the blond, mulhawked boy was surrounded by. He heard the boy ask Axel and Xigbar about the note cards, and he heard him practice songs about him.
Zexion eventually gave up on finishing the book, and he at the grandfather clock and noticed that it was time for his debriefing in the gray room. He started to walk out of the library.
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Demyx was always curious about who would send him the letters, there were only 12 options, but nine was neither the most attentive nor did he have the greatest skill with deductive reasoning. And even though he wasn't sure who it was, a small part of him had fallen in love with person. Someone who would put so much effort into helping him with his missions was something that he couldn't resist… unless it was Larxene.
Demyx looked over his newest set of note cards and decided that he would go to the library to request some sheet music, and manuscript paper. When entering the library, he passed a certain small, steel-haired member.
"Good day IX."
"Good afternoon Zexion."
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A/N I know, I haven't written in a while, but reviews make me update faster!