A little intro that some of you probably want to skip...

This plotbunny has been bugging me for a while now so I finally found the time to start these.

I'm writing them all as fast as I can before school starts again because I know that I'll never finish them then.

So yeah.

Paint the Silence are drabble-ish chapters, dealing with the relationship between the Organization members. There probably won't be any pairings so please don't send me any reviews like: OMG!!1 Please pair Larxene with Luxord! Plz?

If you want to see some interaction between some specific characters however, just ask and I'll try my best to fit them in.

But most importantly I hope that you'll enjoy this.

Paint the Silence - We Used

Luxord remembers that they used to do many things together. It was the smallest of the original members that he taught him how to use his element after all, becoming a teacher - and as much as Zexion often pursed his lips at the word – a friend.

They spent their days training and getting to know each other.

Luxord noticed that Zexion was a reserved one, observing and watching before moving in. He was always calculating, always scheming as he wasn't called the Cloaked Schemer for nothing.

Zexion had spent their first day as teacher and student watching Luxord like a hawk while the older man just fought one of his clones created through illusion.

Only after Luxord had almost collapsed after about an hour worth fighting the other Nobody had moved to stand next to him, telling him what he did wrong and what he needed to work on.

Luxord had almost been down after that. Zexion didn't have a word of praise for him and the teen just left after they were finished. But Luxord wasn't one to give up easily. So he trained day after day, often staying to train even after Zexion had left.

It was on their seventh day when Zexion finally gave Luxord a small smile. "That wasn't half bad. Now, let's try that again..." On that day, Luxord had fallen down on his bed, so exhausted that he had fallen asleep instantly. Zexion really was one tricky character, he had to admit.

A week after that, they were both talking quietly during their breaks, often mindless chatter.

Even after they had finished Luxords training completely they still met and talked in their rooms, talking about pranks, the Organizations rules, the new members...

Luxord found himself quite enjoying those days. Zexion seemed to like them too because when he was in a bad mood, he just came to Luxord waiting patiently for him to finish whatever task the Superior had given him before he just gave the blond a look and left.

They were often found playing poker on those days.

Axel had once shook his head at Luxord and asked him how he could see through Zexions poker face – The man had just laughed and shrugged. "I don't."

But those days were long gone. Zexion shrugs every attempt to make a conversation off or excuses himself.

Luxord is confused, to tell the truth. After all, they had spent so much time together that he was sure that a bond had been formed.

Finally, after weeks of ignoring the tenth member of the Organization, Zexion walks into his room unannounced. Luxord blinks at him and puts his cards aside. "How may I help you VI?" Always polite, always a gentleman, heart or no heart.

Zexion opens his mouth to speak before he sighs and closes it again. The man is confused and frowns, Zexion is never speechless, he always knows what to say. Then the teen starts again. "X, why are you behaving so strangely?" Luxord frowns even more when he hears those words. "Strangely? What do you mean by strangely?" Zexion purses his lips and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "I thought that a smart man like you would have understood what I meant by strangely." Luxord just shrugs and gives him a confused look. Zexion sighs an continues. "You act like we are friends X."

Luxord gapes then and stands up. How could...?! Then he lets his poker face slide onto his face and shrugs. "I thought that we are friends. But from your words I can easily assume that we're not anymore."

Zexion lowers his head then and closes his eyes. "I came to say good-bye." Luxord blinks and coughs softly. "Good-bye? Why would…?" "Because I'm going on a mission."

And then he notices them. Zexions eyes are pleading him to play along with this charade.

Suddenly, it is all so simple. He is a neophyte, a new member. Zexion is one of the original six. They are not allowed to befriend each other.

"Zexion…" He sighs and puts a hand on the smaller teens shoulder. The young man shrugs it off and walks to the door.

"...Roll a dice for me. If it's a high number, then I'll come back an then..." Then they can talk and laugh like they used to. "And if it's a one..." Zexion smirks sardonically and waves. "See you on the other side." With that he leaves the room.

Zexion is long gone before Luxord finally moves again. A dice appears and he lets it fall, watching it bounce off of the ground before landing and turning a few times. An eternity seems to pass before the dice stops.

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Zexion knew that this mission will be the beginning of the end. That's why he came to say good-bye.

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First one down, many more to go. I hope you enjoyed the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.