Disclaimer: I disclaim all claims on the KH characters...but claim the insane notion that Zexion and Axel are made for one another. XD
RinRan's Rant: Once again, sorry for the wait, due to very bad and brief Internet connection. I would upload on my school's computers, but...I'm too scared to. XP
Author's Note: Saïx's scent...Since his element is the moon (may I point out, WTF? Since when are planets and satellites consider 'elements'?), I thought, "Moonflowers!" So I went and look it up and voila-WISTERIAS!!! I heard they smell nice, and since he's strangely feminine (thank you Youtube for corrupting our minds) it worked pretty well, I like to think. And the fight is cut short because I do not understand Japanese, otherwise I would elaborate more on the weird triangle light game.
Brining Zexy Back
"Vexen!"
A dark portal warped into existence outside of an unnamed room. Number II stepped out and immediately scanned the area. He snorted in disgust when his objective was not to be found. There was no one there, except for six tombstones and one recently constructed one for the newest member. It was an eerie room whose purpose was not yet defined, as the Superior was still making adjustments to it.
"Vexen! Show yourself!" Number II yelled, his voice resonating in the empty room. "I know you're here, so save us both the trouble of having this short conversation dragged out."
"And what if I don't approve of having a conversation with you, Xigbar?" came the cool reply of the Chilly Academic. Xigbar turned around, glaring fiercely at his colleague with one golden eye, the other hidden under an eye patch. Vexen smiled thinly and stepped out from behind Saïx's tombstone. "I know several things I can be doing right now that don't you in the picture. How sad it feels to have them all taken away from me with just your mere presence."
"You're no sunshine yourself, Mr. Antisocial," sneered Xigbar. "I just want to make sure of a couple of things, namely between you and Zexion. You didn't help him, did you, you little sneak?"
"Me? Why would I do such a thing?"
"I have a feeling, considering how tight you two were and are."
"Your 'feelings' never failed you," mused Vexen, sliding one finger along the smooth curved frame of the tombstone. He then smiled and added maliciously, "Never failed you, not even back then, isn't that so?"
There was a clicking sound. Vexen froze and turned slowly towards Xigbar, only to come face to face with the barrel of the other member's signature weapon-a gun. "Keep talking like that and I'll show you why I was dubbed the Freeshooter," Xigbar growled. He pressed the barrel to Vexen's forehead and then eased off. "Now, tell me another thing, and make sure you choose your words carefully this time, Number IV. Where is Zexion right now?"
Vexen rubbed his forehead in annoyance. "How should I know?"
"Strike one." A shot rang out, but the shot itself zoom past by the blond scientist's head before the noise could be heard, narrowly missing by a few centimeters.
"...Probably on his mission?"
Another shot, this time narrowly missing the other side of Vexen's head. Xigbar grinned viciously. "Strike two," he whispered.
Vexen gulped nervously and began to weigh his options, not before realizing that there were no options. Trying to flee would only lead to pursuit and he wasn't in the mood to run. Confronting Xigbar only result in even more pain, as Number II was a much more capable fighter whose element of space gives him the upper advantage; Vexen could do so much as freeze his opponents, but Xigbar was able to sidestep and defy gravity. That leaves telling the truth and hoping that his eye patch-wearing friend isn't in a trigger happy mood after getting what he wants.
"He-...He's still here in the castle..."
"No, really?" came the sarcastic reply, but at least Xigbar lowered his gun. "Go on."
"...He's fighting the new recruit."
Xigbar raised an eyebrow and whistled. "Fighting? Zexion? Against Saïx?" He twirled the gun absent-mindedly for a while as he process the information all in. Vexen thought that he was off the hook, until Xigbar suddenly laughed coarsely and cocked the gun again at his head. "Good bye, Vexen."
"What-but-but I told you where he is!!!" yelled the blond member, flabbergasted in contrast of his usual stoic image.
The other man laughed again, running his free hand through tied-back hair. "As if. What you told me is a cock and bull story. I mean," -he scoffed at this point- "Zexion, of all people! Against Saïx, also of all people?! That little shrimp wouldn't last half a second in a battle, let alone a mere spar with a berserker-'berserker', being the key word here."
"You give your friend too much credit. Not all power comes from brute strength," sniffed Vexen.
Xigbar laughed again. "Well then, prove to me how much mightier the pen is to the sword, Even." He ended the sentence in disdain.
"And I shall, Braig," replied the blond scientist, not to be outdone. He made a swooping motion with his hand at the tombstone, which also served as a portal towards the Addled Impasse. Xigbar smirked. With a flash of light his gun disappeared and he stepped through the portal, with Vexen close behind.
Inside the murky darkness the game begins. Saïx knows this the moment he re-laid his eyes upon Zexion-both of them.
"Before you've asked if I was one for games," one of the silver-grey heads said, crossing his arms.
The other smiled, doing the same. "Well, now I'll ask you the same: are YOU one for games?"
Saïx frowned. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Does this even need a meaning?" The two Zexions smirked. They then both laughed and disappeared. Saïx readied himself with his weapon and studied the darkness around him. He recalled the Superior mentioning something about Zexion, about his style, how he will trick and deceive him to no end.
"It's all a mere illusion," muttered the Diviner.
"Can you be so sure?" a voice mused from behind him.
Saïx spun around, only to be hit at full force by an army of the magical books. The books flew about on their own will, resembling bullets in their attacks. Engulfed in green flame they shot out, slamming against the Diviner with lightning speed. Saïx found it difficult to deflect the attacks, and when he does successfully fend one book off, another book appears and knocks him of his feet.
"Will it never end?" he muttered, feeling his energy slipping away with each hit. Then, the barrage of attacks stopped, and for a moment he let his guard down. He later regretted doing so; the books immediately encircle him and without warning bombarded him all at once. Almost desperately Saïx brought his claymore up forth and swiped randomly at a book. Upon contact the randomly attacked book let out a cry of pain and the attack went unfinished with the other books disappearing. Saïx blinked and realized he had just hit Zexion.
Indeed, it was the Cloaked Schemer. The book warped into a bent-over outline of the shorter man, clutching at his chest. "Curses..." Zexion gasped, before sending a glare towards the berserker.
Saïx smiled and wasted no time. He homed in on his opponent, claymore raised, and slashed away at him. To his surprise and frustration, Zexion summoned another book, this time exploding into a flurry of pages that quickly surrounded him. The claymore went through and shredding the paper-but Zexion had escaped.
"An illusion?"
"Precisely."
Again Saïx turned around to the sound of the voice, and again it proved to be a fatal mistake. A book flew off and hit him squarely in the face, knocking him right off his feet. The taller man groaned and cursed incoherently under his breath, quickly getting up on his feet and he was about to ready himself. Instead, he slammed the blade of the claymore onto the ground in what is considered an act of anger.
Zexion proved to be a troublesome fighter.
Within a few seconds, three rays of light shone down through the darkness, forming a triangle. They flickered back and forth from the colors red and blue, with the latter color appearing less. Beneath each light floated a book.
"Let's see how well you can play the game..." the Schemer's voice echoed throughout the shadows, smugness apparent in his tone.
Vexen and Xigbar couldn't have chosen a better time to appear, at least in Vexen's case. The scientist tried to suppress his chuckle when he saw the shock look set upon his colleague's face.
"Well, I'll be," muttered Xigbar. His one golden eye blinked in rapid succession, as if trying to make sure that the sight before him was real and not of his imagination.
There before the both of them was the newest recruit, lying at the feet of their younger crony in defeat. Saïx was sprawled on the ground, clearly spent in energy, with the claymore mere inches away from his hand. He reached out for it, hand trembling slightly. Above him Zexion smirked and placed a foot between the hand and its objective. One kick send the claymore sliding down the floor, further away.
Saïx began to snarl until something fell right in front of him. The book collided against the floor with a thump, flipping open to an empty page.
"Would you like to have another go, Number VII?" Zexion said coldly. He was met with a silent glare, at which he smirked at. "I'd thought so." The Cloaked Schemer then turned away and snapped his fingers; the book vanished with a poof.
"We-ell, so even the quiet one actually has some spunk in him," said Xigbar, as Zexion approached them. He glanced in amusement back at Saïx, who was still lying on the ground, hands clenched in a tight, angry fist. The Freeshooter gave a laugh, before turning back to the younger man. "But, why did you even bother to pick a fight with him in the first place?" he asked in curiosity.
Zexion smiled. He stared up at Vexen. Blue and green made contact, though Xigbar took no notice of this secretive, knowing glance shared between them. "I'm just cleaning up loose ends," replied the shorter man, his gaze remaining unwavering.
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