Disclaimer: I own neither Kingdom Hearts, nor its characters. But I'm working on it.

Note: I have no idea what I'm doing; I suddenly had this overwhelming desire to write something from Zexion's point of view. I'm not sure what the genre of the story will be. Maybe it will end up being a one-shot, one cannot say for sure. I'll see where it leads me.

Zexion

I inclined my head slightly. The day had been a long one, evolving into an endless void of errands and formulas.

There was a knock at my door.

Marluxia.

I could smell that man a mile away, what with the flowery perfume he insisted on practically bathing himself in.

I was mildly annoyed, yet somewhat curious as to why he had come to me at such an ungodly hour. The only time he dared enter the vicinity of the Labs was when he was bribed or threatened into doing so, either by Vexen or Xemnas.

"Zexion."

I didn't bother facing him. He wasn't worth the effort.

"Can I help you, Marluxia?"

"Xemnas asked me to inform you of a meeting tomorrow. At 10am." His voice came out somewhat frightened. I almost chuckled. I took immense pleasure in ordering him about, knowing full well that my rank was the only reason for his "respectfulness."

Of course this information wasn't new to me. I'd known long before the rest of the organization that we were to be receiving a new member. Contrary to popular belief, I was not merely Xemnas' assistant. He, in fact, consulted Saïx and I about nearly every decision made. It was a mutual agreement. We needed him for protection, and he needed us for direction. Without the other, the downfall of the organization was inevitable. Our relationship was purely professional, although we had far from established a "circle of trust." It would be fatal to put our trust in each other. I knew, as I had done my fair share of cheating and manipulating to attain my goals. I had no doubt Saïx and Xemnas knew of this. As I said, we needed each other.

Why Marluxia was still standing in my quarters, I could not answer.

"You may leave now, Marluxia," I stated, somewhat sarcastically.

He practically jumped at the chance.

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Axel

Anyone with even the slightest bit of common sense would know to stay away from Zexion between 6, to about 10am, which was round about the time he woke up. Most of the organization had memorized his morning routine, so as to not get in his way. If, accidentally crossing his path, one could be expected to receive a glare, and a poisonous insult that could ruin even Demyx's day. Even Larxene, of all people, had sacrificed her late-sleeping in order to get to the coffee before him. The rest, myself included, opted to stay in our rooms, or in the lounge, where we knew for a fact Zexion didn't go.

This morning had been no exception. At 8:00am our resident ice-princess could be heard stomping up the stair to the showers. He then occupied the kitchen, and with coffee in hand, made his way back down to the lab, and the organization breathed freely once more.

Larxene and Marluxia had decided to come out of hiding, joining us in the lounge. A short conversation ensued, in which we discussed the meeting. Xigbar reckoned we were getting a new member. This brought to mind a rather painful memory of the former Number 13, and so I promptly left the room.

10:00am found us seated in a large, circular room, with our chairs raised according to our ranks. Xemnas asked for silence, although there really was no need. Curiosity had overcome our desires to argue, which is what was generally done upon entering the room.

I was relieved to see that Zexion looked somewhat less grumpy, which would surely result in less painful errands for me later on.

Never one for petty introductions, Xemnas conjured a portal with a wave of his hand. A girl now stood at the center of the room, looking rather nervous.

"This is number 13. The Weapon she wields is a longbow."

As if on cue, the weapon appeared next to her. I remember thinking to myself that it was one helluva bow, almost a head taller than her.

"Larxene," he snapped, "as the only other female member in this organization, I expect you to be her mentor, until she finds her footing."

He turned, addressing the girl.

"Any questions you have are to be directed to numbers II to VI, while your physical training will be supervised by number VII.

"Dismissed."

After that pointless, yet somewhat interesting bit of information, Xigbar and I raced over to Larxene and the girl, in an attempt to get her to notice us.

She seemed somewhat disorientated. The girl, I mean, not Larxene.

Her name, she told us, was Xanon.

Xxx

Larxene

Axel really could be observant at times. Although I'd never admit it, I did feel somewhat threatened by another female presence. Had I actually had a heart, I would have felt sorry for her, looking all lost and what not.

So after I managed to pry her from the clutches of Axel and Xigbar, I asked her if she would like a tour of the organization. She nodded, which was good, because I didn't have much else to say, and this was the only way I could think of breaking the ice. Then again, who really cares about ice anyway?

This would be a mission and a half, introducing her to everyone, I mean.

I decided to get the most difficult candidates out of the way first, namely, Saïx and Xaldin. Neither liked me very much (I never really gave them much reason to) and so introductions consisted of merely a grunt and a nod respectively.

Axel and Xigbar had thankfully already met her acquaintance.

That left Demyx, Marluxia, Luxord, and the "Basement Dwellers."

Half an hour, and 5 Sitar-songs later, we escaped Demyx, moving on to the Luxord, who asked me to place a bet on what Marluxia would do to her. Deciding that neither she nor I really wanted to know, I skipped him (Marluxia) and went straight down to the basement.

Xxx

Zexion

I was interrupted for a second time, and by now I really had lost my patience.

"What is it Larxene?" I said softly, using all the self-control I possessed to stop myself from ripping her to shreds.

She bounded in, dragging behind her the organization's latest occupant.

"Xanon - Zexy, Zexy - Xanon," she said hurriedly.

Xanon's expression mirrored my own. Annoyance.

Despite my current lack of sleep, and my anger towards Larxene, I forced myself to remain civil.

"Pleasure," I said, sticking out my hand.

Her smile seemed as, if not more, forced as mine, as she shook my hand lightly.

Larxene, apparently sensing the tension, opted to drag her out of the room, only to be blocked by Lexaeus and Vexen.

"Ah, the new recruit!" exclaimed Vexen happily; although I knew his happiness had only to do with the fact that he now had an 'errand-girl.' Admittedly, he'd been somewhat 'off' with me, after I refused to run around for him.

"Xanon, is it not?"

"Yes," she replied. Come to think of it, it was the first time I'd heard her speak.

"Xanon," Vexen started. I knew what would follow.

"You seem like a nice girl, how would you like to be my assistant, hmm?"

"Alright," she said, surprising me greatly. She did not strike me as one to be won over easily.

"Great!" He put an arm around her, leading her off in a flurry of flamboyant arm-waves and explanations. Lexaeus had retired to his exercise ward, and Larxene had fled.

This left me, finally, in peace with my work.

In the background, I could vaguely hear Vexen explaining, nay, sugar-coating the pros and cons of being a guinea pig. Xanon had been reluctant at first, but had agreed, which thrilled Vexen beyond belief. Had I had a heart, I believe I would have pitied her naivety. Perhaps not.

Xxx

Should I continue, or is this a waste of time? Please tell me if this story has potential, or if you see it going anywhere?