A.N: This is the beginning of a series of drabbles starring Zexion and Luxord. It might become a romance between the two but if it does, I'm hoping to make it a slow romance instead of rushing. If you have a problem with that… Too bad. Oh, the drabbles might not have anything to do with the one before them, while some build on the previous one and not all of them will be in order.

Edit: Fixed a sentence. 4/2/07

Cold
AntiConstant
When they first met, Zexion was like ice. And then there was the gender confusion.

His second week as a member of Organization X was nearly over and he still hadn't met all of the members. All that was left was the elusive VI, who seemed to live up to his title, or at least the first half of it, so far. Cloaked Schemer. He had asked Demyx about him once but the satirist had admitted that he hadn't actually met VI either, though he did have a name to go with rank and title. Zexion. The name made him think of a male stripper and he said as much. Demyx's mouth had twitched into a half-grin and, jokingly, he proposed the nickname of 'Sexy Zexy' for their unknown superior. Now, nearly fifteen minutes later, they were sitting around in a lounge of sorts, bored out of their minds.

Luxord snickered as he shuffled his supped weapon. If this Zexion was anything like the other original five members, 'Sexy Zexy' would be a suitably embarrassing nickname. He was about to suggest calling VI this in retaliation for not showing his face sooner when the door on the west wall opened. The two Nobodies turned, expecting it to be Axel but instead it was a short, pale faced individual that neither had seen before. The teen's one visible eye swiped across the room, taking in the scene before him. Or maybe it was her, Luxord really couldn't tell.

"IX, Melodious Nocturne and… X, Gambler of Fate." The voice that slipped through those lips was cold, low and almost hypnotic… and did nothing to help solve the gender issue. Demyx blinked twice in a rapid fashion then spoke,

"Yeah, that's us. I'm Demyx," he grinned as if he was a rock star – obviously he thought the person before them was a girl – before he pointed at the platinum blond across from him, "and that's Luxord. But who're you?"

"…VI…"

Oh bloody hell. Luxord cut in before he could get in another word. "The Cloaked Schemer." Suddenly, the 'Sexy Zexy' joke wasn't funny anymore, not when the teen held himself as if he knew what his name made people think of and, if they didn't, how to bring them to that conclusion without even lifting a finger. His eye flicked over to meet his, eyebrow arching in a near perfect picture of elegance. It would have been the picture of elegance if it wasn't for the amount of sensuality that seemed to linger behind the movement. He wondered if the other even realized it…

The pale ube-haired youth turned and took a step out of the room before making a half-turn to face him again. There was a dark coldness that hadn't been there before on his face. The two still sitting in the room felt a heavy pressure on their shoulders that they both knew was in their heads, but that didn't stop them from stiffening.

"I would suggest refraining from calling me that deplorable nickname unless you feel the need to be in agony." Neither of them said anything until they were sure that Zexion was out of ear shot. Demyx broke the silence first by muttering,

"I think Vexen and Zexion got their elements mixed up…"

Luxord couldn't agree more.

The two blonds, one platinum and one dark, glanced at each other over the tops of the cards in their hands. The platinum haired one had been winning so far but the other was determined to take the lead and win. A pale eyebrow rose mockingly and in turn, ocean blue eyes narrowed sharply. Silence reigned only to be broken by the younger of the two players.

"Do you have any threes?" Luxord smirked and leaned back into the overly plush chair he had settled in.

"Hmm… Go fish."

"Damn it!" Demyx snatched a card off the top of the pile between them. He glanced at it and scowled darkly, then switched his attention to the man before him with a razor-sharp glare. The card, a queen, was stashed into his hand.

"So then," he began. "Demyx, my dear friend… Do you have any threes?" The answer was a scream of rage promising pain. Luxord laughed the threats off easily while silently demanding for his opponent to hand over the cards with a quick movement of his hand. IX glared daggers. He smiled charmingly. Ocean eyes narrowed again and lips were pulled back to bare gleaming teeth.

It was on.

Zexion walked into the room just as a pillar of water shattered the coffee table as it smashed against the ceiling. His visible eyebrow rose slightly as his lips pulled into a smirk. All movement stopped. The water wielder stared heavily as he smacked into one of his clones, causing it to lose its shape and soak his front. Luxord froze half-way through the process of throwing one of his cards. A snicker echoed through the room, twisting around the occupants' ears and pulling them in. VI continued walking until he reached the middle of the room. His eyes flicked to Demyx and then to the door he had walked through,

"You both look ridiculous. Xigbar is looking for you, something about it being your turn to cook." The dark blond nodded and half-jogged out of the room, still caught up in the pull of his superior's aura. Luxord shifted out of the stance he had been caught in, smoothing done he front of his coat in an attempt to retain some form of dignity. The behavior he had engaged in with Demyx was unseemly and he didn't want this… moving sculpture worthy of pornography – though Luxord would never admit to such thoughts – to think he wasn't someone worth his time.

The other frowned lightly at him as he crossed his arms over his chest. His head tilted forwards with a sideways edge, dislodging his hair slightly but not enough for his other eye to become perceptible. The still visible eye narrowed and Luxord could almost feel the weight of impending catastrophic misfortune rest on his shoulders. He wondered, briefly, if there was any chance of him getting away before the other decided to release whatever he had planned.

"Evidently, the Superior seems to think our elements are somewhat comparable. As such I've been designated to help you… acquire a mastery of your element. Time, wasn't it?"