Hey everyone! Surkura's here! Sorry for the long wait, but i did warn you, didn't i? Anyway, i am a little excited about this chapter. I don't know why, i just feel very proud of it. Anywho, here's chapter 2 of troubles with Illusions. R&R aftherwards.
I OWN NOTHING! Enjoy
Zexion was not bother by Vexen wanting his help with his new potion. What bothers him was the fact that IV wanted to use him as a test subject. The lilac haired man sighed in irritation, ignoring the pinch of the needle Vexen stuck in him. "Honestly, Vexen." Zexion stated. "Couldn't you get Lexeaus to do this?"
"V is out on a mission, remember?"
"Then why not someone else for a test subject."
"Usually I would go for Number VIII and XIII, but they're bitching so much that I didn't even want to bother." Vexen informed. Zexion smirked. Two weeks and they're still going at each other. Hell, to make matters even better, they went to the person they're suppose to be 'cheating with' for comfort and help.
"Although," Vexen's voice brought Zexion back from his train of thoughts, "I wonder what was it that separated them two. They were so in love with each other." The Scientist then laughed a creep little laugh which slightly freaked the cloak schemer. "But we can't feel love anyway, so what's the point of this fight anyway."
"… right." Zexion sighed. He wanted to get out of here badly.
A jolt of pain rushed throughout Zexion's body, then subside as quickly as it came. "OW! What the hell did you do, IV!?"
"Nothing much." Vexen smirked nervously. "Honestly that one's a flook."
"No Shit!" Zexion moved back.
"Oh come now, Zexion, stop being mad at me."
"How do you know that I'm mad?"
Vexen raised his eyebrow up at Zexion's sudden playfulness, but decided on ignoring it. "Because you always call me by my number when you are angry." He stated. "But that's not the point. You're body contains a very high immune system that can destroy any type of poison that I am able to create."
"…." Zexion glared at the Chilly Academic. He knew that was true, and that's why he had a heighten sense of smell like a dog. Well, Saix was the dog, but still.
A whiff of salt water turned his attention towards the door as Demyx walked in. His blue eyes instantly turned to Zexion. "Hey, Z-"
"Number IX!" Vexen yelled at the Melodious Nocturne. "What have I told you about coming into my lab."
"Sorry, Vexen-"
"That's Number IV to you!" Zexion rolled his eyes at Vexen's attempt. He'd never had any respect in the Organization and he seriously wasn't going to get any from Demyx. "Fine. Number IV." Demyx stuck his tongue out, ignoring Vexen's glares.
See. What he tell ya.
"Anyway. I just want to see Zexy."
"Zexion!" The Cloaked Schemer butted in. Vexen adverted his green eyes between Demyx and Zexion. "… Since when did you two talk?"
"A while back." Zexion stated, walking towards Demyx. "Now if you excuse me, Vexen. Come on, Demyx."
"Demyx?" Vexen questioned as the two younger nobodies walked out.
"What have I told you about calling me Zexy?"
"I'm sorry," Demyx pouted and the Cloaked Schemer sighed, reverting his gaze so he wouldn't fall for it. "I just thought it would be a good nickname."
"Well, Zexy is too close to Sexy and I don't want Number VIII making fun of me and convince the rest of the Organization to mess with me, too." Demyx blinked at him a couple of times. "… What?" Zexion finally became irritated and asked.
"You get picked on?"
"Yes." Zexion huffed, folding his arms and looking away. "I'm about the same height as Roxas, but because I stay quiet, they mess with me-"
"Then you and I are alike!" Demyx pull Zexion into a hug.
"… Three second rule." Zexion pushed Demyx off. The Melodious Nocturne pouted, but let it slide. Zexion, however, was a little pissed that he was now suddenly colder. "Now, continue what you were say, Number- I mean, Demyx." Zexion caught himself as he dusted himself off.
"Oh! That! I get picked on a lot, too, because I'm not as serious as the rest of them." Demyx huffed, making a strand of hair from his mullet-Mohawk that fell slightly apart to blow upwards and crossing his arms. "I mean, I don't like to fight and I believe that we can feel. So that makes me the odd ball and because of that, they just want to mess with me."
"Tell me about it." Zexion started. "My hair style gets me in a lot of trouble with Marluxia."
"Same here. My presence just gets me in trouble with Larxene."
"Same here. And because I'm not much of a fighter, the Superior usually puts me in low rank mission. Or at least 'allow' me to bring Saix with me if I do get a chance to go on a high ranked mission."
"Me too!" Demyx jumped up, obviously excited. "… Listen, Zexy."
"Zexion!"
"Sorry. But the real reason I wanted to talk to you is because I have another idea."
"…. I'm out of here."
"No! Wait!" Demyx barricaded his self in front to Zexion. "Just hear me out. We need to make sure that Larxene stays with Axel."
"What are you- Oh! Ah, damn it!" Zexion hissed as a piece of memory returned to his mind. "She's with Marluxia behinds Vexen's back. I completely forgotten about that!"
"I know. So if Roxas somehow catch them two in the act-"
"-He will start to ask questions." Zexion looked at Demyx and sighed. "Okay. What do you have in mind?" Demyx's smile was the brightest thing Zexion saw all day. And deep down, he somewhat enjoyed the sight.
Marluxia grinned as he finished watering his plants. His garden was his everything. His life. His soul. And he would even include his heart if he had one. But, oh how he loves it. Almost as much as he loves Larxene. Sure he had Vexen, but…
He knew, just like everyone else except Zexion in the castle, that the Chilly Academic has a soft spot for the Cloaked Schemer. He couldn't deny it and he wouldn't deny it. So this day, he's planning to end everything with Vexen. He probably thinks that Vexen wouldn't care much ether, waiting for the chance for the Graceful Assassin to do so.
"Again with the plants." Marluxia turned around to see Larxene leaning on the doorframe. "Larxy." He smiled and walked right to her. "I was just thinking about you. Come. Help me finish and I can-"
"It's over, Marluxia." Larxene snapped at him. Marluxia blinked at her a couple of time. "E-excuse me… what?"
"You heard me. It's over!" Larxene hissed, walking around the garden. "I'm with Axel."
"Axel? Out of all people, Larxene?" Marluxia hissed. "Girl. That dude has every since of femini-"
"No! You are most feminine one out of everybody here!" Larxene hissed. "I need a man! A real man! Not one who has pink hair and… and this!" Larxene snapped her finger and a spark of electricity fell into a rose, setting it ablaze. Marluxia froze at the sight of his flowers being destroyed. "Until you start acting like a real man, don't come near me ever again." Larxene laughed her sadistic laugh as she walked off. Marluxia gripped his fist tight, feeling the heat of the now over baring flames engulfing his garden.
How can she do this to him?
She knew how much his flowers meant to him.
"That… bitch." Marluxia hissed, holding his head up to see what remained of his precious garden.
Nothing but ashes.
Larxene smirked, as she smelt the scent of raman. She can't really cook, but the Organization will agree that she can make one hell of a five star menu if you just give her noodles. That's one thing that she's proud off that isn't sadistic of her. What makes her even prouder is that Marluxia likes it.
Marluxia. Sure, she hangs around and use to flirt around with Axel like he was a drug, but her main addiction was the Graceful Assassin. He was the only one who likes her for being the sadistic girl that almost everyone hates. From killing live animals to humiliating Xemnas, Marluxia loves it no matter what.
So she's making him a small lunch with some of the spices Marluxia let her use. A give to woo him over, not that she already has.
"Smells great." Marluxia hugged her from behind. Larxene smirked and tried to kiss him, but the pink haired assassin pulled back, leaving her with a questioned look. "…Ugh-"
"So, tell me what are you planning to do after this." The Assassin started, not letting Larxene to get her chance to ask.
"Oh. The usual." Larxene smirked, leaning back on the counter. "Missions and helping Axel make Roxas' miserable." Her smiled faded. "I wonder what happen to them? They use to be so in love with each other. Not that we nobodies can love anyway."
"See, Larxene! You just ruined it!" Larxene was slightly taken aback by Marluxia's tone. "What do you mean?" She asked, completely confused. "What did I do?"
"You were finally acting like how a women suppose to act. Caring and worried about people." Marluxia sighed in irritation. "I mean, every time I want to do something nice for you, we end up going to average places. When I shop for you, you want daggers instead of diamonds. You like kill rabbits and puppies while other like them."
"Well, Marluxia, you should know that I'm not like other girl-"
"I know you're not like other girls, but will it kill you to stop acting like a gawd damn sadist for once!" Larxene drew back a bit. "I-I thought you like me like that-"
"I don't, okay!" Marluxia yelled. "I grew tired of it. I want a real girl! Some one who appreciate the good things in life instead of appreciating the destruction of them!"
"What good things?" Larxene started yelling back. "In case you haven't notice-"
"We have no hearts. Yeah Yeah." Marluxia ranted. "But at least I'm trying to believe I do so I can enjoy what life I was blessed with. And since you said that, was our relationship just as empty, too?!"
"What?! No-"
"Save it." The Graceful Assassin walked out of the kitchen. Larxene growled and threw the pot towards the wall- where he was once standing. Those last two words ended everything. Their friendship. Their trust.
Their relationship.
"I must say, you out did yourself again." Zexion smirked at the Melodious Nocturne as the crept into Marluxia's garden. The flowers was full bloomed and full of life. Marluxia was nowhere to be found.
Demyx did a victory grin, or at least Zexion believed it was that. "Not as good as how you pulled off the fire illusion." He stated. "But can't your illusions do damage?"
"They can. I just thought this might be a little bit fun." Zexion admitted. Demyx's grin turned into a full smile as he held up a lighter. "Well, Zexy, welcome aboard the fun train."
Zexion rolled his eyes and lighted up his lighter. "Whatever. I'm just on for a while." He lit up a piece of paper and threw it into the fields. Demyx wrapped his arm around the Cloaked Schemer's neck. "Oh, but Zexy. You're not exactly on it yet. You just aboard the station." Demyx lighted up his piece of paper and threw it to the other side of the fields. "You have to do a lot more in order to do so."
Zexion gave Demyx a cocky smirk before lighting up another piece of paper, not noticing the small bush on Demyx's face. Ether he wasn't noticing or the fire helped hide it. "If it's getting revenge and messing with the Organization's head, then count me already on and never planning to leave." Throwing the last piece of paper in, Zexion watched the plants burned to their graves in a fiery ablaze. "You know." Demyx started, hugging Zexion from behind. "I can see why Axel likes to burn things now." Zexion glared at the Melodious Nocturne, but didn't do anything. Although he liked the sight of raging flames, the smell of it was starting to bug him. But with Demyx up close to him like this, he was able to block out the scent the Melodious Nocturne's own scent of salt water.
Salt water scented flames?
Getting comfortable with Demyx's body heat, the Cloaked Schemer chuckled to himself.
"Hm? What's so funny?" Demyx asked. Zexion shook him head. "Nothing Demyx." He answered.
Only in his dreams could there ever be a perfect combination of sight and scent like there is now.