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I've out of the fanfiction buisness for a while, but I'm back now, with a brand new fic =) enjoy
Damn that Vexen. Why did he always had to be the guinea pig for his experiments? You should think Lexaeus would be much more suitable, since he could endure more experiments because of his size. But no, Zexion would always be chosen to endure some torture. And he would always comply, Vexen was his superior, after all. And look where it got him now. This wasn't good, not at all. He would grow paranoid long before this was over, he knew that much for sure. Zexion had always enjoyed silence, but this was absurd. Even when he wanted to yell at the scientist, he heard no words leave his mouth. He had produced sound, no doubt about that, though it hadn't made much sense judging by the confused look the scientist had given him. He was now forced to communicate with others through fucking notes. Vexen was going to pay for this one day. Even if the effect of the experiments would probably –yes, probably had the scientist told, or rather written him- wear off in a couple of days.
After two weeks of non-stop experiments Zexion had become temporarily deaf, and to make that worse, his sense of smell had disappeared too. They didn't even get useful information from the experiments. In other words, it had been a complete failure. He sighed heavily while walking down the hallway to his room. All he really wanted to do now, was take a long, hot shower, go to bed and don't wake up for the next couple of weeks. There was, however, also a small positive side to all of this. He couldn't do any missions while he was in this state, and he probably wouldn't have to put up with experiments for a while. Maybe he had to do some paperwork, but he was used to that. A sigh escaped his lips again, this time of relief, as he opened the door to his room and went inside. Resisting the urge to just drop down on his bed and fall asleep, he began to strip himself of his clothes.
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"Hey Zexy!" Demyx shouted, "Haven't seen you in a while. Done with the experiments?"
No reply. He didn't even look back. It wasn't like Zexion to just ignore someone like that. Especially if you called him by that nickname, he would usually say something about it. Demyx ran after him as Zexion reached his room and went inside. Demyx knocked briefly and opened the door without waiting for a reply.
"Hey, why didn't you- Oh shit! I'm sorry, I didn't see anything!" he yelled, lifting his hands to cover his eyes, as he saw the Cloaked Schemer's coat fall to the floor, his back turned to Demyx. But then he noticed the shirt Zexion was still wearing. Of course, Demyx thought, everyone here wears a shirt under their coat, it would be uncomfortable not to. He had overreacted for nothing, not to mention he just made a complete fool out of himself in front of Zexion.
"Oh…I'm sorry, I thought you were-" but he stopped himself from finishing that sentence, looking at Zexion who still hadn't done as much as look at Demyx. In fact, he didn't even seem to know he was in his room. Instead he continued undressing himself, his shirt also falling to the floor now.
'Z-Zexy? What are you doing?" he tried to suppress the blush, and failed. He stared at him like he was in some sort of trance. Looking at that beautiful soft white skin, mesmerized. Demyx wanted to touch it, feel the smooth skin against his. He began to slowly move forward, reaching out already. But he snapped out of it when Zexion began to unbutton his pants. Letting out a yelp, he ran from the room and quickly closed the room behind him.
What the hell had that been about? What was wrong with Zexion? He sighed as he made his way to his room. In any case, he was not going back in there now to find out.
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Later that day, during dinner, Demyx noticed Zexion wasn't there either. The others seemed to have noticed as well.
"IV, where is number VI? Isn't he finished with the experiments yet?" Xemnas asked.
"Number VI is in his room, resting I assume." Vexen answered, "One of the experiments went wrong and now his body is very weak. He has also lost his ability to hear and smell." He sounded a bit ashamed, and afraid of what Xemnas would say.
"What?!" he yelled, "Why did you make such stupid mistakes Number IV? How are we going to send VI on missions now he can't hear?"
"The effect will probably wear off in a couple of days." Vexen murmured.
"Probably?"
"It may take more time because he's so small. His body can't handle as much as someone else's."
The superior thought for a while before speaking again.
"Number IX, you will assist number VI until he is fully healed. If he's really in such a bad condition we can't risk him accidentally hurting himself even more."
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Demyx stood at Zexion's door again. His hand already on the doorknob, knowing that knocking was no use. Though he didn't open the door, he just stood there. What was the superior thinking? Leaving someone as clumsy as him to take care of an injured member. There was a great possibility that not Zexion himself, but Demyx would accidentally make his injuries worse. He blamed it on his nervousness around the slate-haired man. Why was he so nervous again? Oh right, he liked the Cloaked Schemer. No, that was incorrect. He loved the Cloaked Schemer, even though everyone kept insisting it wasn't possible for them to feel love due to their lack of a heart.
In any case, he couldn't just stand there. He gathered all of his courage and opened the door, just to find the most adoring sight. Zexion was sleeping. He looked so small and vulnerable, unlike what he looked like in real life. Demyx didn't dare to wake him up, so he just watched him for a while. When it didn't seem he was going to wake up soon, he left the letter he'd written before on Zexion's nightstand and turned to leave. Though he had some difficulties with looking away from the scene for some reason. Zexion just looked so cute when he was sleeping. Finally the Melodious Nocturne tore his gaze away from the sleeping body and left at last.
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When Zexion woke up he was a bit disorientated at first. His head was spinning, he didn't know if it was day or night and he smelled something strange in his room. … wait a minute, he smelled? Was his sense of smell returning to him? Thank god! Maybe that was a sign his ears would recover soon too. But still, what was that smell? It smelled a bit salty. Like the sea? Maybe mixed with a light scent of honey. Lets see, who in the organization smelled like that again? He shook his head to wake up his brain and tell it to think. Finally his brain sprang into action and gave him the answer. Demyx! Had Demyx been in his room while he was sleeping?! What did he do here? Zexion looked around and it was only now he noticed the letter on his nightstand.
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