Chapter 2: Sark, Tron, and... Quark?

Vexen and Zexion glanced around the I/O Tower. "I have not been in here for a long time," Zexion stated.

"I still can't believe this world has persisted in the computer. I'm surprised Xemnas didn't manage to mangle it into tiny little pieces,"
Vexen grumbled. He was rather mad at the outfit change that had occurred when they had been digitized into Space Paranoids. Both of their cloaks had acquired a bluish tinge, along with the silver zippers and chains becoming a light blue. Not to mention the fact that Vexen's hair looked like he had tiny electric blue Christmas lights in it. Poor Vexen.

Zexion glanced at Vexen with his uncovered eye. "I wonder if Tron is still here?" he mused. He walked out of the I/O Tower Communications room and into the hallway. Vexen followed behind him, grumbling about his hair and observing everything in sight.

"Why did the computer zap us in?" Vexen questioned. "It never did that when Even lived here. It only digitized people who typed in a certain code, and I wasn't typing in that code. This is perplexing ..." he trailed off, lost to thought.

"Who are you?" a harsh grating voice interrupted. Zexion and Vexen jumped and turned to stare at the computer program that had addressed them. It had glaring red highlights and a stern face.

"We could ask the same thing of you," Zexion replied nonchalantly. The man flicked a hand, and several Magnum loaders and Strafers appeared, along with two Destroyers. The nobodies glanced at each other before Vexen asked, "You're joking right?"

The program looked startled at first, but his expression quickly hardened. "No I am not. The MCP requires you for questioning," he said, put off by the nobodies' resistance to his orders.

"And if we don't come?" Zexion inquired.

"Then you will be derezzed," the program replied.

Vexen sighed and muttered, "I still get no respect." He concentrated and sent several large ice spikes through the ranks of the heartless, destroying most of them. The computer program, better known as Sark, had a look of disbelief spread across his face. The look disappeared as he summoned more heartless.

Zexion rolled his eyes, "This is getting ridiculous." He stepped forward and created illusions of both him and Vexen. As the heartless confusedly attacked the illusions, Vexen and Zexion continued down the path. "That was rather annoying," Zexion stated.

"Zexion, why didn't your nose smell the program?" Vexen wondered out loud.

Zexion kept walking. "I was concentrating on Tron's scent. I was not paying attention to other scents. Consequently, I did not detect the rogue program's presence."

"How do you know what Tron smells like? You haven't been here since you lost your heart. And I sincerely doubt that Tron will recognize you either," Vexen stated, gesturing to Zexion's appearance that looked nothing like that of his other, Ienzo.

Zexion ignored him and kept walking. He tilted his nose up every so often and sniffed to reaffirm that they were on the right path. They almost walked past Tron. The only reason they didn't was because a bulky program grabbed Zexion from behind, lifted him into the air, and covered his mouth. Zexion began struggling to escape, muttering obscenities into the palm that covered his mouth. Vexen snorted. Zexion looked like a fish struggling to get out of a fisherman's grasp.

"Are you with the MCP?" the program snarled.

Vexen shook his head no. The program still seemed suspicious. "How do I know that you're telling the truth?" it demanded, until a calmer voice interjected, "Relax Quark, I don't think they are." Tron walked out, looking at the strange scene in front of him.

"Quark?" Vexen asked amused. "Isn't that a subatomic material?"

"Are you saying that I'm small?" Quark shrieked, squeezing Zexion struggling body harder. Zexion gasped and began struggling harder to get from the choking, death grip. One could almost hear hear the muffled words that escaped. They sounded something like: "Let go of me, this is undignified, let me go, god da$&t." One could almost hear it, but not quite.

"Quark, calm down. They're users," Tron asserted firmly.

"How can you tell?" asked Quark.

"Only a user would react like that," Tron said, pointing to the struggling Zexion.

"So true," Quark said looking down at Zexion. He thought for a second, before setting Zexion down. "I still don't trust them," he stated. Zexion let out a sigh of relief as he felt his feet touch the ground. He scurried over to Vexen's side. He began checking to make sure that he wasn't hurt.

"You looked like a fish," Vexen told him.

Zexion glared at him. "Well, you look like a Christmas tree with those lights in your hair," he replied, sarcasm lacing his words. Vexen glowered at him and muttered something under his breath.

"So who are you?" Tron asked.

Zexion was disappointed that the computer program didn't remember him. Of course, the last time Zexion had visited Tron, he had still been Ienzo and had looked much different back then. So it was to be expected. "I'm Zexion," he murmured dully. "And this is Vexen." The older nobody inclined his head slightly, as an indication that he acknowledged his introduction.

"What is the MCP?" Vexen asked. The computer program who had attacked them earlier had mentioned an MCP, and Quark had accused them of being with him. Vexen had a feeling that this MCP was not good news. It hadn't existed back when Even had lived here, so Vexen had no clue of what to expect.

Tron looked at them, puzzled. "You really are users if you don't know who the MCP is. He's the Master Control Program, or MCP. He's trying to take control of system, so that the users can't use it."

"That would be why I couldn't access the files we needed," Vexen complained to Zexion.

"Indeed," Tron stated. "Will you help us get rid of the MCP? We could find that file of yours. Quark is a guardian of one of the I/O towers." Quark glowered at them. As he said earlier, he didn't trust the two nobodies.

Zexion and Vexen looked at each other. The file they needed was necessary for two reasons. One, it held all the research notes they had taken during the duration of the original experiments, back when Vexen and Zexion had been Even and Ienzo. Another reason was that all the information on the Organization, the heartless, and the nobodies was stored on that file, and they didn't want anybody else to find it. They had done some pretty awful things during the experiments.

"Might as well," Zexion stated. "It's not like we have anything better to do. And we do need that file. Who better to help locate files on a computer than computer programs?"

Vexen agreed. "What do you need us to do?" he asked unconcerned. 'This is going to be a walk in the park,' he thought. More like a light cycle and a fight through it in reality, but how was he supposed to know that? He controls ice, he's not psychic.

Disclaimer:I, alas, own nothing. If I did, My precious Vexie would still be alive and Zexion too. But I don't so they're... they're...Dead!! (Sob)

Chapter number two Is up!!! The Christmas Lights in Vexen's hair is a really reference to when I attempted to put up the Christmas lights this year. (One word: Diaster.) So many reviewers!! My, this story is much more popular than my other one. Thanks to all my reviewers: Scylla Desdemonia Ophelia, Lady Karai, Mooncry, NinjaMatty, The White Raven013, Passe on an Angle, CSOmega, EliasDaemonwing, Levuica, Lost Nobody, AND Littlebrick. Thank you so Much!! Zexion plushie's for all of you!! (hands out Zexy plushie's) Now if you review this chapter, you'll recieve a Tron plushie!! And if you can tell me the quote from "The Pirates of Penzance" (I'll give you a hint, Vexen says it) you will recieve a special plushie. So Review Please!!