I have no idea where this came from… you'll see what I mean…
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Furious, Zexion stalked the hallways, searching for the Superior, a task easier said than done. The others were of no help, most of which having gone to sleep hours ago. The 'night shift' was, of course, nowhere to be found.
He opened the manila folder again, as though to reassure himself the words had not changed. Midgar glared up at him in innocent black letters. The innocent word did not hold the true terror of the place, could not convey the years of torture under its belt. The thin sprawling letters did not capture the true nature of Midgar; did not capture the shudder that ran down the Schemer's back.
The scent of cool, clear air shook him out of his thoughts. Somehow he had wandered outside. Rain drizzled, a thin haze of mist that cooled the air. Not that he could spare a thought for the first natural rain of the year. Right now it was just another thing to add to his list of annoying things. Above bad grammar, but below Axel's 'random' explosions. Like the time he blew up the stove… He shook his head. There was no time to dilly-dally.
He stumbled upon Saix, who seemed completely at ease with the rain.
"Seven, have you seen the Superior?"
The Luna Diviner turned to him slowly, an odd look on his face. "Did you know the stars are shifting?"
"Of course they are, but-"
"The balance of power waxes and wanes as the rising moon."
"Why I try to have an intelligent conversation with you when the moon is up, I'll never know," he muttered to himself leaving the Diviner to his own business.
If Saix was here, Xemnas couldn't be too far away.
As if to prove him right, yet again, he found Xemnas staring up into the sky.
"What are you playing at?" he hissed, catching the other by surprise.
Turning slowly, almost guiltily, Xemnas said nothing.
He waved the manila folder, saying, "Why would you condemn anyone to that fate? This mission is utterly preposterous and must be called off immediately!"
"That is not possible, Six," he said slowly, as if treading on thin glass.
"And pray tell why not?" he growled, struggling to keep his temper under check.
"We lost contact with Eight and Nine."
Stunned silence rang in the stillness, one man watching the other's reaction to this statement.
Zexion was no longer aware where he was. In his mind he was still locked inside of Shinra, his body in agony from whatever experimentations they had decided to test.
He shuddered, dragging himself back to the present with an effort, all his anger suddenly gone.
Seeing the sudden dullness in his companion's eyes, Xemnas sighed. "This is why we must go after them. I'll admit it was a mistake to send two neophytes there, but at least I'm trying to fix it."
Zexion shook his head sadly, "We have to assume the worst. It is the nature of that world. Were this any other mission—wait. Why did you send them into Midgar in the first place?"
Xemnas smirked, a look that clearly said 'I know something you don't, but I'm not telling'.
"We're not school children, Sir."
"Of course not. And as such I can say with confidence that is on a need to know basis."
Sighing Zexion stared up into the night sky, searching the dark clouds for any hint of the stars hidden behind them.
The sky was bleak.
Just like our futures, he thought bleakly, the world is already mourning our loss.
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The plot bunny made me do it.
