A strange story this is. Be warned. I own nothing but the plot!
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Roxas was on edge. Strike that- the entire Organization was on edge. There were unseen forces in the air, which was thick with tension. The Heartless swarmed more easily now, their yellow eyes peered out of the shadows with a new boldness. The seemingly pointless missions to try to eradicate them had long ago been proven a waste of time. It was not uncommon for the Dusks to break out into bands and engage their dark cousins. The constant fighting against the parasites had left its toll on them all.
He rubbed his blue eyes tiredly, his temples throbbing slightly.
What he really needed was to sleep, but instead he was now acting as the messenger to the Organization. Why they didn't buy phones was an unknown mystery. He sighed wondering where the hell he was supposed to find Xigbar this late in the night. He cursed Xemnas and his adoration for missions at unfathomable hours of the day- night. He lost track.
Where to start looking. He paused to gather his bearings. Without a doubt he was lost. Admitting defeat, he decided to head back to his room and wish Xemnas good luck on whatever he wanted to see Xigbar about. He was going to bed.
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The Cloaked Schemer was irritated. So far his research had come to naught. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, exasperated.
He set the useless book on a table, summoning another, though he knew it would be in vain.
There had to be something he was missing, a puzzle piece he had overlooked or shoved into a dark corner in the back of his mind to be forgotten. Some trivial detail that now was the cornerstone to this mystery.
He wanted to know what was going on. Their world was changing, becoming more hostile; the darkness they commanded was a stranger. It was tainted by some unknown force.
He hated being in the dark. Hated having no answer when the Superior asked him what was going on.
Hated not having the answers.
For the first time, his precious books had failed him. And he couldn't stand it.
He frowned at the intrusion to his sanctuary.
"Two," he cursed at the exhaustion in his voice, "what are you doing here?"
The Freeshooter stepped from behind a bookshelf grinning, "Am I not-?"
"Not while I'm busy," trying to loose himself deeper in the library, he walked past where Xigbar now casually leaned against the shelf. He almost wished the books wouldn't be able to hold up the other's weight and send him and his cocky grin both to the floor. Nope. No such luck.
When still the Freeshooter did not leave (he was now sitting comfortably in a chair flipping absentmindedly through the pages of the book Zexion has just discarded), Zexion admitted defeat.
"Why did you decide to grace me with your presence, Two?" he said bluntly.
Without looking up from the book, Xigbar sighed dramatically, "No, no. You're obviously too busy to hear what I've got to say." He stood and dropped a manila folder onto the table before teleporting out of the library.
He stood in shock for a second then opened the folder hesitantly, unsure of what to expect.
Bold black letters glared up at him, spelling out the mission. But Zexion no longer saw the words. Darkness clouded his vision, his head was spinning. What the hell was Xemnas thinking!
