Hello everyone, just on the line, here comse the second prompt, Number! Thank you again Ejes, who had… less than an hour to translate it? I went to a very big books fair so I had no time at all but the prompt is ready! I just love Axel and Saïx, so I really wanted to write about them. Also, Ejes wrote an amazing one shot so be sure to check it !
Tomorrow, the theme will be Blue… any idea ? Have a good day/night/everything you want !
(I'm tired so my english might be a little bit weird, sorry !)
"Mh? That's because I joined the Organization before you did. An order was required, and I am therefore the Number VII while you are VIII. That's it, there are no further explanations required."
Addicted to his work as he was, Saïx left him here, going back to work on yet another pile of files. Every time the redhead would ask him, the man with the handsome blue hair would always give a pragmatic answer, not looking for any further explanations. The number eight hence never had the chance to tell him what he'd be dying to say for so long.
The truth.
"Saïx... Is there anything from Isa left in you?"
They never talked about their past. Still, most of the Organization nobodies remembered where they were from, quite clearly. The emotional part of them was of course gone, and there were still some dark spots, but Axel could still remember the time when he was Lea. Far too well. Saïx, on the other hand, seemed to have lost most of his part alongside his heart. He wasn't the same person anymore.
Sometimes, the number eight wondered why he would think so much about it. In the end, he didn't know a thing about what having feelings was like, after all. Did it really matter? He had no answer. Sometimes, it felt like he wanted to see Isa, but Isa was obviously gone, and so was Lea.
So why did he want to tell him so much about this specific memory?
It happened after they lost their hearts. Axel couldn't remember precisely how it happened, one of the few fuzzy spots of his memory. They were in the castle, and then... Screaming, torture, deep and stifling darkness. He did not like remembering that, and he tried as much as he could not to think about this time of his past.
He then woke up, and met the Organization leader, Xemnas. The way too charismatic Nobody told him everything. Well, that is, everything he would let Axel know, just enough to avoid any question. That should have been enough. That had been enough. Yet, the redhead had plenty of questions in his mind.
"You woke up before the other one." Said the voice, deep, calm. "You shall be the Organization XIII number sever. Axel."
"The other one... No, wait up! I cannot be a number above him."
He somehow remembered he refused to be superior to Saïx. So he instead took the number eight. That number suited him, not that he really cared. No matter how unusual the request was, Xemnas granted it without a question. Should the numbers be given to one or the other, it made no difference to him.
Here was what Axel was dying to say. He wanted to tell Saïx he switched their numbers because... Because what, exactly? Because it had felt like he had to do it? No, there was probably something else. But the redhead was just a Nobody, he had not feelings. In his chest, something felt incredibly heavy, but Axel had no idea of what that could have been.
