Scheme the Scheme, He Never Dies
In which Zexion interacts with people who aren't Axel and Demyx, for a change. Shortfic collection.
So I ended up not going to sleep tonight because I was looking at fanart on tumblr, wtf is wrong with me. Sleep is for the weak. Anyway I'm annoyed at a) the preponderance of ZUTARA (aagh seriously I've never hated a pairing more, just looking at them makes me feel physically ill...what I thought I was proud of being a multishipper) and b) CAN'T ANYONE DRAW ZEXION NOT MOE? Moeblob has infected everything. Zexy is not a moeblob. He's a sneaky, clever manipulator who can ham it up like the best of them. If I have to look at another moeblob fanart I'm going to claw my eyes out somebody draw this kid with some goddamn angles! Am I the only one who likes Angular!Zexion? Skinny, spidery, angular Zexion with spike-tastic hair. C'mon that's better than a shampoo commercial model moeblob isn't it?
So I saved a lot of Zexion fanart and now I'm going to write some Zexion fanfic.
Oh, and I also hate Zemyx now. God pair Zexion with someone else. LexZex has more canon support to it. I think I like LexZex more. So enjoy some LexZex.
I'm rambling I'm so sleep deprived. WHO CARES WHO NEEDS SLEEP
1. Be A Man
"I've grown," Zexion announced.
Lexaeus looked down on his smaller compatriot and immediately decided that what Zexion said could not be true. The Cloaked Schemer was no closer to Lexaeus' eye level than he had been yesterday, and the day before, and every other day.
"I checked in the morning," Zexion continued. "As I do every day, of course. Don't look at me like that." Lexaeus immediately tried to rearrange his expression, but that was difficult because he didn't think he was looking at Zexion any differently in the first place. When one was a Nobody - and had long made peace with that fact - one tended to no longer express much with one's face.
"It is very possible, after all, that I may continue growing. According to mine and Vexen's calculations, it has been six years since we became Nobodies, and therefore I am physically fifteen years old. I have only just begun to become a man. Already, I have grown slightly more than an inch over the past year."
"How tall do you believe you will become?" Lexaeus asked, very diplomatically.
Zexion linked his fingers together and frowned. "I should like to reach the Superior's height, at least. Failing that, perhaps VIII's. It is hard to say. Yes, that would be a good height to settle for."
Zexion was talking like he could actually control how tall he grew. Lexaeus wondered if that wasn't one of Vexen's experiments and decided he didn't need to know. "I see," he said. He had always been a man of few words, mostly because he did not believe that words could make many situations better. Sometimes they made things worse. He knew that if he now said what was on his mind, he would point out that Zexion was being unrealistic. The boy had always been thin and fine-boned; he had been small even as a child and would no doubt continue to remain small as a teenager. Zexion sounded proud of his single inch in a year, but Lexaeus knew that most teenage boy growth spurts would put that figure to shame. He knew it from personal experience.
Would it hurt Zexion if he told? Of course it wouldn't, because Zexion was a Nobody and therefore could never be hurt by mere words. But Lexaeus wouldnt speak anyway. Not just because of his naturally taciturn nature, but because he had always protected Zexion, since their birth as Nobodies - no, since Ienzo had first come to the castle. It was not affection that kept him protecting Zexion. It was instinct.
"They will not treat me as a child for much longer," Zexion continued. "Soon they will have to look me in the eye when they speak to me. I can feel it, Lexaeus. I am becoming a man."
Oh God I'm going to look back on this in the morning and be SO EMBARRASSED. Goddamn I want these keys to stop sticking, this laptop is only a year old its keyboard can't be broken already. Do I do "ctrl + c" and "ctrl + v" and the letter "x" that often? Oh jeez wonder what this says about me. But it means that if random letters are missing it's not my fault.
Maybe I should make a tradition of writing bizarre shorts when I'm sleep deprived. What you guys say?