A/N: Woohoo! Second one-shot! Super happy fun-time starts now!!

Actually, on a more serious note, this is... a little different from my regular style. XD I think this might be the only one-shot written like this. I'm sorry if it bothers you.

Pairings: AkuRoku, Riku/Repliku, SoRiku, Zemyx, Cleon

Disclaimer: I... totally don't own. DX

Dedication: (pokes Tiff's ankle) Tiff broke her ankle recently, so this one's for her! Hope it heals soon!!

-x- ZEXION -x-

"It's time to go."

Your voice echoes in the emptiness of my cell. I just stare at you blankly – really, it's all I can do – taking in your raspberry-coloured hair and violet eyes for the seven hundred thirty-third time. After all, you only come to my cell when it's time for one of my two weekly appointments. Two male nurses stand behind you, my restraints held tightly in their hands.

"Leon. Cloud." I greet. My voice is hoarse; I haven't spoken a word in three days. You just stare at me. Your eyes betray your oh-so-carefully masked emotions; you're offended. But why? Is it because I did not greet you? That is rather shallow. But you're a shallow person. I know this. You step forward, a syringe filled with clear liquid positioned in your delicate hand so that you can inject sedatives into me. I hold out my arm. I don't even flinch when you jab the needle into a scabbed-over hole, pouring the medication into my bloodstream.

"Hello." Cloud finally responds. I've always liked his voice. It's soft, airy, with a sort of commanding tone. He steps toward me, in front of you and Leon, his electric blue eyes never leaving my inanimate body. He's always this cautious. He remembers what happened when he was not cautious. I was put in solitary for two weeks as punishment. A small smile tugs at his lips as he presents a large white jacket to me. I stand and hold my arms over my head.

"Who are you today?" he questions as he pulls the jacket over my head. There is a small hesitation between the question and my answer.

"Zexion." I reply finally, stepping back from Cloud. He nods, eyes carefully assessing my danger level.

"Well then, Zexion, it's nice to see you again." he says, returning to his previous position behind you; is he guarding the door? I can feel your sharp eyes on me. You know. You've always known. You know everything about me. Or so, you like to think. Who am I to invade your beautiful fantasy world? Leon slowly approaches me, showing me all the restraints he'd be putting me in today. Nothing is different. Nothing has changed.

"How are you today, Zexion?" Leon asks me. His voice is gruffer than Cloud's, nowhere near as airy, but it holds the same commanding tone Cloud's does. I cross my arms over my stomach and wait for Leon to begin, which he quickly does. A large buckle over my arms, at my elbows. Another, higher. A third, right under my shoulders. Straps to my ankles, connected by a thick chain. Lastly, a blindfold.

All this to take me to my therapist.

"I'm fine." I manage to rasp out as he finishes. I hear his footsteps as he returns to Cloud's side. I know you're smiling. You're smiling because you think I can't see it. I don't move as Leon grabs my left arm, Cloud my right.

"You're getting a new therapist today." you say. I can only nod in your general direction before Leon and Cloud steer me from my cell.

"I'm glad." I say. My voice is barely a whisper. I feel your eyes on me, but only for a moment. We walk in silence, passing through hallway after hallway, stopping only when you pull open a door for us. The halls are silent – unnaturally so, but this wasn't any different than normal. You have to hide the regular patients. You're afraid I'll attack.

"There are people in this next room," Leon suddenly warns, his voice close to my ear. "Stay calm." I feel your eyes on me, but only for a moment. You're frightened. The door squeaks as you open it. Leon and Cloud's hands squeeze my arms, unnecessarily restraining me.

The bittersweet scent of salt water is the first thing I smell as I'm shoved into the room. I can hear the soft click of a door as it shuts, effectively cutting off the scent. After we've left the room, I can't help but wonder about the person that scent belongs to as I am guided down the hall.

"There he goes again."

"Think he knows yet?"

"Nah, of course not. They don't tell him anything."

"That's true..."

We were passing the kitchens. The strong smell of food that drifted into the hallway was a dead giveaway, as well as the whispers of the kitchen helpers for the day. They all sound completely civilized. I can tell you're suddenly very nervous. Perhaps it is the subject of discussion that is making you shift uncomfortably.

"What are they talking about?" I ask softly. Your footsteps come to an abrupt halt. Cloud's and Leon's hands tighten around my arms, bringing me to a stop.

"Zexion, you had a visitor yesterday." you whisper. I wait silently for an explanation. "Saix came to see you."

What?

"Wha..." I am rendered speechless.

"We sent him away." you mutter. I have to strain to hear you.

"Why would you do that...?" I ask. The silence surrounding us is deafening.

"He's a criminal, Zexion. What he did to you is inexcusable." A snarl tears from my throat and I begin to strain against Cloud and Lean, lunging for you. You take a hesitant step back, shifting nervously again.

"He's my brother!" The level of my voice rises; I'm almost shouting now.

"Calm down." Leon growls, holding me back. I twist, trying to escape their grasp. You gasp, taking another step away.

"Why didn't you tell me!?" I demand, my voice echoing. No one says a word; it seems as if the entire asylum has gone quiet.

"B-because we knew you'd react like t-this..." you stutter. I grit my teeth, scratching at the cloth of the straitjacket. Suddenly, it's almost unbearable to keep on any longer.

"We need sedatives!!" Cloud yells. I can tell it's him. I am acutely aware of my surroundings. The inmates in the kitchen are chattering away excitedly. Their voices are closer then they were. I can hear you yelling for sedatives as well, your voice blending with Cloud's and Leon's.

"Whore." It's hardly even a whisper, but my insult is head. Silence falls for a short moment.

"He called her a whore!"

"Did ya hear that? Did ya? Did ya!?"

"He's never said that before..."

"Now we know why he's in here!!"

"And that wasn't obvious before?"

I feel your eyes on me. You're glaring; it's cold, unforgiving.

"Why are you so offended?" I snarl. "Isn't it the truth?"

"No, it's not. Calm down, Zexion, you're losing control." You voice is worried, distant. You don't want to come near me. You're too fucking scared, you whore.

"Don't call me that!" I bark. You fall silent once more.

"What should we call you then...?" Cloud asks softly, restraining my movement. I wicked smile creeps onto my face.

"... Ienzo."