OOC: Hello! :3 Whaddya know, my first story posted is a Kingdom Hearts one! And it's Lexion at that! Dun likey? Well you suck, so STFU. Anyways, this is a sort of present to my friend Lissa-chan. ILU!! 3333 'kay, I'll shut up now. More chapters coming soon, so keep in touch!!

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The most amazing things in life are always prone to strike at the most unexpected times of all. This was no exception to Zexion, who at that exact moment was reorganizing the books in the library he worked at. As he stacked another book, his clumsy, blond co-worker just so happened to stumble on by. Several times, he was told not to carry so many books. But, Demyx being the way he was, "just wanted to help out by getting more work done." Unfortunately, this bit of "extra help" always turned to "extra trouble", this time it being him stumbling over himself, tripping, and not only dropping all the books, but tipping over the ladder Zexion stood on as well. Then came the domino effect: try as he might to keep the ladder steady, Zexion's efforts were to no avail, as it fell and knocked over the bookcase it rested upon…then the one next to that one, then the next one, and next, and the one after…all the way 'till every bookcase in the library had completely fallen over.

"Five weeks," the voice of the silvery blue haired young man was soft, but held its sinister tone, "five WEEKS of organizing the ENTIRE system! And for what?! So that YOU could wreck it again! Goddamn you and your clumsy ass, Demyx!!" The blond managed to dodge a flying book that Zexion had chucked at him, yelping as he did. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he repeated over and over again, hoping over the gigantic, fallen bookcases and ducking under the center tables, "It was an accident!"

"It's always a motherfucking accident!" Zexion was definitely much more vocal today than usual. Even when angered, he usually kept quiet. Today was an exception. The two continued their violent (and yet humorous) game of Cat-and-Mouse, Demyx dodging as many flying books as humanly possible, and Zexion picking up the heaviest he could find at the moment and chasing after him, not caring for his aim. These antics continued until the owner stepped into the building, curious as to what all the ruckus was.

"What in GOD'S NAME-DEMYX!! ZEXION!!" Vexen's voice made both of them freeze in place. Zexion was sitting on top of Demyx's chest, dictionary raised above his head, about to swing it down upon the blond's, while Demyx cowered before him, covering his head with both arms. Both of them looked over, their shocked expressions met with the furious one.

"H-hello sir," Zexion called over nervously.

"Aww geeze…hey dad," Demyx followed after, twice as nervous.

"The both of you, in my office, NOW," was all he said before storming off out of the library.

"Shit," both of them said in unison.

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"Absolutely disgraceful!" the older man ranted at the two younger men in his office, "I expected better out of both of you! Zexion, your temperament is, beyond a doubt, completely irresponsible! And Demyx, as much as I hate to say so, if you weren't my son, I would've fired you already!" The taller male sank back in his chair as his father ranted on and on, making himself eventually look almost as small as his co-worker. Zexion, on the other hand, seemed unphased. He went through this lecture before, and was tired of hearing it again.

"I want both of you to clean up the mess you just made," Vexen continued, still enraged over what had been done to his precious library. "I want it perfect again by tomorrow! And for heaven's sake, try to get along! It's bad enough trying to keep things in order without you two trying to kill each other!"

"Yes sir," they said in unison, Demyx's tone sounding much more apologetic. Once this was over, they both made their way to the door.

"One more thing, Zexion," Vexen called out before he stepped out the door. "I'm serious about that attitude. Either fix it, or I can always find someone else to organize the system for me."

"Yes sir," the dark haired young man called back. Luckily he had his back facing Vexen, because he rolled his eyes as he answered.

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"You're lucky as hell to have him as your dad," Zexion grunted as he Demyx tried to lift one of the bookcases back up. "My father probably would've kicked my ass if he saw what happened here. "I…guess," Demyx answered. All afternoon, the two of them struggled to raise the bookcases back up. Once all the cases were up, they would have to re-organize all the books again too. The chore would definitely not be an easy one. The front door had up its usual "closed for renovations" sign upon the door, but it still remained unlocked. For an instant, Zexion was sure he heard the front door open anyway. Probably some student needing to use the bathroom. This happened often whenever the library went to pieces. Someone would rush in, looked around, got a look like they'd just fallen into Hell, then simply ask where the bathrooms were, just as if they never noticed the place was in ruins.

"What happened in here?" a voice, and a deep voice, surely not that of a student, called out from the front door. Both young men turned to see some extremely large, muscular man standing at the door. What was a man of his stature doing in a library?! Zexion looked at him with slight confusion, Demyx looked like an elephant just broke through the front door.

"Thanks to this idiot," Zexion answered, glaring at Demyx as he did so, making the blond flinch slightly as he did, "we had a little…accident. So now we'll be spending today and tomorrow trying to reorganize everything."

"Well, it does sound like quite a chore," the burly man made his way further in, "but that's no reason to stay upset. Accidents happen, right? Just rectify what's been done, and then all is well."

"You've never had Demyx as a co-worker, obviously," Zexion remarked in response. Demyx looked at the ground like a child does when teased or scolded. "Now if you'll excuse us, we've got a lot of work to do, and only so much time to do it all." Before either of the two young men could so much as lift a finger, the larger man walked on over to and lifted one of the great bookcases all by himself with ease. The two stared on in awe, Demyx more than Zexion.

"'scuse me sir," Demyx finally piped up after a moment of silence, "but would you mind helping us out?" Zexion elbowed Demyx in his ribs, then pulled him down by his shirt collar so that he was eye-to-eye with the silver headed librarian.

"This man is a total stranger, you idiot!" he hissed in his face. "Didn't your father ever tell you not to ask of something so bold from strangers?!"

I'd be more than happy to help," the burly man replied from where he stood. Both young men looked at him like he was a saint in flesh and blood.

"Thanks sir!" Demyx cheered, hopping on over to help him with the remaining bookcases. Zexion rolled his eyes and slowly made his way over. With the help of this man, who had introduced himself as Dr. Aeleus, the library was back in order in no time. In spite of his large appearance, Dr. Aeleus was remarkably intelligent. He knew the organization system so well, had he not told the two young men of his occupation, Zexion would've guess he worked here too on his days off. The doctor's alibi was that he worked in a library too several years ago. Zexion had a hard time imaging him in his younger form, stacking books the same way he was doing now.

"Thanks a ton for everything!" Demyx called from atop the ladder he stood on. Dr. Aeleus smiled and nodded in response. He was just about to leave when Zexion suddenly grabbed him by the shirt sleeve. Both men looked at one another in surprise, the doctor from suddenly being grabbed so forcefully by one so small, Zexion from not realizing what he just did.

"Can I…help you?" Dr. Aeleus asked, confused. Zexion's eyes averted themselves away for a moment as he tried to think of a logical excuse in his head. "I…was wondering if you could possibly give me a business card?" he asked politely, this being unusual for him. "I've been in need of an adjustment." Calmly, the doctor pulled from his shirt pocket a small business card, listing his address and office and fax numbers. Once he was gone, the silvery blue haired young man took a good look at the card.

"Earthly Needs Chiropractics: Dr. Lexaeus Aeleus." it read at the top. Zexion silently mouthed the name back to himself. Then he gave a little chuckle, quiet enough to where Demyx couldn't hear it as he passed by him on his way to his father's office.

"The name doesn't suit him" he smirked as he made this little comment. Still, he was willing to give the adjustment a try. The idea of a burly man like Lexaeus adjusting backs for a living seemed humorous enough for him to see it for himself. Besides, something about the doctor seemed…alluring in a way.

Indeed, an amazing thing had struck him.