AN: So, the other 'fics I was trying to write weren't coming, but then I remembered this. xD It always makes me giggle, so here.
Implied AxelDemyxZexionRoxas, because I'm a dork like that, and they keep flirting like mad in my head. :sweatdrop:
Disclaimer: These characters all belong to Square-Enix, who most likely would never do something like this to 'em.
Syner-jizzle?
Vexen sighed and rummaged through his notes for the next visual, mentally cursing. Why did he have to explain his latest, complicated, experiment to this band of miscreants anyway?
Admittedly, Zexion on his own would have been decent--as he was one of the original six, after all--but grouping him with Axel, Roxas, and Demyx just increased the chaos.
Vexen could have sworn that if he crossed his eyes, he could see a cloud of little, pink hearts surrounding the teens.
Of course, that could always mean that his lab needed to be better ventilated, but still.
"Ahah!" He shoved the rogue sheet onto the overhead projector--why hadn't the Superior invested in Powerpoint yet? "Finally, it's synergistic."
The room--previously full of rapid-fire whispers--fell silent, except for the humming of the projector and Zexion's slight snoring.
"...syner-what?" Demyx ventured.
Strike one.
Axel's eyes grew wide--presumably with his pyromaniac fantasies. "Does that mean it can burn?"
Strike two.
"It broke, then, didn't it? Sorry, maybe we should leave," Roxas said hurriedly, kicking Zexion's ankle under the table.
Strike three.
Three more subjects for his next big, preferably dangerous, experiment. "No. It's a term most often used in chemistry to describe a situation or reaction where the result is stronger than the force of the agents added together."
...the stares being thrust upon him also had some synergistic tendencies. Another experiment, then, perhaps.
"S'also a medical term," Zexion mumbled, still half-asleep, judging by his only partly open eyes. "...like putting one and two together and getting four," he added.
"Implying something about your superiors, there, Zexy?" Axel drawled, smirking wildly.
"I did not need that mental image!"
"The things you never wanted to know about what the Superior did in his spare time..." Roxas trailed off, looking unnerved.
"Wah, you're the smart one, save me!" Demyx glomped Zexion, burying his face in the other's cloak.
"Except, he's the source of the whole idea," Axel crowed.
Demyx jumped back, stared at Zexion for a moment, then proceeded to glomp Axel in the same manner.
One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four, ignore the stupidity...
"He's the one who brought Vexen's parentage into it!"
...he did not just hear that. And from Zexion, too.
Demyx shoved away Axel, and clung to Roxas, who reached up and uneasily patted the taller blonde's head.
"All four of you! Out! Now!"
"...but the Superior sent us here to help you..."
"I don't care! Refer him to me if he gives you trouble!"
The future circus crew filed out.
Vexen locked the door behind them. Now, perhaps he'd be able to get some work done, instead of babysitting boys who were truly too old to act like they needed it. Damn neophytes. Damn elder-corrupting neophytes.
:snickers: Poor Vexen.