I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. I don't even own Alpha, Sigma, and Chi when you think about it.

Here's hopefully a chapter that illustrates the small differences between the clones. Hopefully. Sexual suggestion in this chapter, but nothing graphic.

And b-t-dubs, Chi's name is pronounced kī (rhymes with "eye" and "my." Just so you don't read this and keeps saying "chee" in your mind).


Xemnas looked down at the three Zexions standing before him in lieu of the real Number VI. Each kept his head slightly dipped in a respectful bow.

"Superior," the center figure regarded. "My master extends his apologies, but due to wounds sustained from his most recent mission, he has gone to immediately rest as much as possible."

"And the report?"

"He has sent it with us, naturally." The copy of Number VI produced the folded two-page report from his coat pocket. After handing it to Xemnas, he added, "Also, my master requests minimal contact for the next 48 hours. He has entrusted the three of us to respond to any non-emergency concerns related to his areas of expertise."

"Very well. You are dismissed."

The clones straightened before filing out of the office in a straight line. According to the identifying marks on the napes of their necks, they left in alphabetical order: vi-α, vi-σ, vi-χ. Six-Alpha, Six-Sigma, and Six-Chi.

The copies quickly went out to attend to their assigned tasks. Sigma was the first to reach his destination, being the only one with a task that was above ground. He had been ordered to do the cleaning in the kitchen and surrounding rooms. The clone was unexpectedly joined by the new Number IX in the middle of his sweeping.

"Hi, Number VI," the blonde Nobody said, a bit of intimidation coloring his cheerful greeting. "How's it goin'? I don't think I ever got to introduce myself. I'm Demyx." He received absolutely no response. Demyx stared at the side of VI's head, trying to find an expression under the large cascade of silver hair. "Um, Number VI?"

The other stopped sweeping and looked up, an expression of the slightest realization on his face. "You must have me mistaken for my master," he said. "My apologies, I'm under orders not to answer to his name or rank."

"Your master? So who are you?"

"I'm simply a copy of my master Zexion. If you wish to use a name for me, you may call me Six-Sigma."

"Oh, okay. Sorry to have to bother you, but since I'm new here, could you show me what all I'm supposed to do?"

"Of course. I'll show you where the cleaning supplies are kept." One of many rules set by Zexion: you must always be respectful and compliant with your superiors. Of course, Zexion's definition of "superiors" tended to vacillate on a day-by-day basis, so it was better to be safe than sorry.

"So what's your master like?"

"He's tolerable, I suppose. I wouldn't suggest trying to use me to predict his behavior, though; I was purposely made to be more agreeable than him."

"Oh. Right."

Demyx seemed relieved to find that the Nobody he was cleaning with was actually just a copy of the very scary-sounding Number VI. He still had not had a conversation with Zexion, but between Axel's bitter comments and Xigbar's taunting horror stories, Demyx heard more than enough of the Schemer's reputation.

Alpha was sent down to a portion of the labs containing shelves of notes and lab reports. His assigned task was factor analysis; he was to compile the results of seven different studies of the intelligence of lesser Nobodies. While Alpha was perusing a bookshelf for the research reports, Vexen came across the clone and sneered.

"Looking for something for your master?" he asked upon noticing the small viα tattoo on the nape of the clone's neck.

"Number VI has asked me to run a factor analysis on some of his studies and write a conclusive report on it."

"Is he certain he should be entrusting an entire factor analysis to a mere copy?"

Alpha found the reports he had been seeking and walked to the nearest table with them. "Please, don't worry yourself, Number IV. While I'm quite certain you could pass a middle school math test with flying colors, my master is willing to settle for my limited grasp of college graduate-level statistics." He immediately began reading through the first study, hoping the scientist would take the hint and leave.

Vexen scoffed at the clone. That thing was the spawn of Zexion alright. The precocious boy needed to teach those ghosts of creatures to be a little more humble. Not wishing to waste his time in Six-Alpha's presence any more than he needed to, he hurried to the shelf, retrieved some necessary notes, and quickly left.

Alpha smiled to himself after Vexen's exit. With him gone, hopefully there would be no one else to come barging in on him. Alpha definitely would have liked to continue his work in peace without needing to chase anyone else away. According to Zexion, he had to be respectful to superiors, but fortunately, it was only Vexen this time.

Chi had been sent down to the basement library. His master's personal collection of literature and textbooks had recently grown to the point where he was no longer willing to limit himself to a couple of shelves in the main library. When Zexion took the liberty of making the basement library his own a few weeks ago, his books were thrown onto the shelves rather casually. Today Chi was given the task of organizing them.

He stepped into the new library to find Lexaeus sitting at a table reading, a steaming cup of tea placed in front of him. The brunet glanced up quickly, then returned to his reading. "Hello, Chi."

Lexaeus and Zexion must have definitely been in tune to one another. Lexaeus simply had to glance up for less than a second, and he knew the identical copy of Zexion was just that, a copy; and furthermore, he knew that it was Chi in particular. Chi wondered what it was like to have such a strong bond like that with someone else. It seemed nice.

Not wanting to seem rude, he quickly answered, "Hello, Number V. I'll be organizing the shelves, so I hope that won't disturb you?" Lexaeus waved his hand wordlessly, prompting Chi to start on his work. The clone found it difficult to do without at least glancing over at his master's partner. Zexion had probably known Lexaeus would be in the library and carefully decided which clone to complete chores there. Damn him. Chi had inherited much of his master's personality, including an attraction to Lexaeus. He found himself enjoying the silence in the room, interrupted only by the thumping together of books as they were placed onto the shelf and the occasional soft clink of Lexaeus' cup. Perhaps he would have been able to pretend he was Zexion quietly enjoying the presence of his partner while he worked.

"Where is your master?"

The question came out of nowhere, actually catching the replica by surprise. He started a bit before looking up from the stacks and piles of unplaced books. "He's in his room resting from his last mission."

Lexaeus did not actually respond, but gathered his book and cup and stood to leave.

"I don't think that would be a good idea. He told me no one is to disturb him at the moment."

The tall brunet simply gave a small knowing smile, as if amused by something Chi was not aware of. He walked out, leaving the clone sitting there and staring after him. He was so... it was difficult for Chi to describe. An odd contentedness just seemed to creep up on him anytime he was with Number V. He sighed and resumed his work. Lusting after a Nobody who clearly belonged to his master was far from a bright thing to do at any rate.

By the passage of a few hours, all three clones of Zexion were done with their respective chores and met in the hallway outside their master's room. "We're all here, I see," Sigma announced. "Let's go on and report to VI." As he stepped forward to open the door, Alpha took hold of his forearm to stop him.

"Wait," he said. "We're early."

"So?"

"So, why do we need to report already? He'll just destroy us until the next time he needs us."

"What else is new? Come, we are to report to him as soon as we're done with our chores."

"Actually," Chi cut in, "he did tell us to report to him by five. It's currently just past three."

"So whatever are you two suggesting?" Sigma asked, voice as sarcastic as it could possibly get.

"Well, it's been some time since we were last given some liberty with our tasks," Alpha answered. "I believe we should capitalize on the time we have now." His twin noticed him much closer now, the pushy clone's hair tickling the side of his neck. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"You know Master won't like this when he finds out. He'll be livid." His warning was halfhearted by now but still true, and he was curious as to the response he would receive. His own defenses were breaking down, and the slight narcissism he inherited was enough to weaken him to the suggestion.

"That's why he won't find out." He chanced a soft kiss to Sigma's jawline and was rewarded with a small sound of approval.

"I plan to enjoy watching you eat those words later on. What makes you so sure I won't be the one to let him know?"

"Because if you were as loyal to Zexion as you think you are, you would have already opened the door and announced our presence." He made a tiny, yet resolute bite to Sigma's neck and pulled at the skin, drawing a loud gasp. "Yet you remain here, letting me do with you what I wish."

"Such audacity to call Master by his name. How arrogant."

Alpha chuckled. "Hence my letter designation."

"For once, I find myself swayed by your argument. Still, we shouldn't carry on with anything regrettable if you're not willing to face the consequences of him finding out."

"Why don't we ask our arbitrator?" He turned to look at Chi, who seemed so far away compared to the cramped proximity between himself and Sigma. "Chi? You've been terribly quiet."

"As a general rule, I avoid involvement in your circular arguments."

"Circular? I'm hurt. We've actually come to an agreement this time. We just need your inclusion to make it a consensus."

He pressed his fingertips to his forehead and smiled. "You two will be the death of me."

"Come now, can you actually say no to this face?" Alpha turned Sigma to look at their co-conspirator and pressed their cheeks together, smiling sweetly.

In all honesty, Chi remained affected by the short time he spent in Lexaeus' presence. It would have been much to his detriment to go before his master with his mind full of thoughts and images of Lexaeus – and what he imagined V's body looked like underneath his coat. His fellow clones were probably the only ones who could take his mind off the brunet, other than Zexion himself. He approached the pair and placed one hand on the base of Sigma's skull to pull him closer for a kiss. Sigma eagerly complied, allowing Chi's tongue to explore his mouth.

Zexion's pleased smile appeared on Alpha's face as he watched the other two clones kiss. Much to his chagrin, he had to break them up temporarily. Upon receiving quizzical glances, he explained, "It wouldn't be a good idea to stand right in front of his door, now would it?"

All in mutual agreement, the three clones simultaneously set out to a less-inhabited floor and into an unused lounge room. They wouldn't be missed for the next half-hour or so, not with Zexion asleep and keeping out all visitors anyway.