So, chapter 3. I apologize! My last chapter…. Sucked. I hope I didn't lose too many readers. -_- Does anyone want to BETA this? Please please please 8D …. XD Well, enjoy. Oh, and because a certain someone is getting fed up with Elaxveri's silent-ness, I will make her say at least one word in this chapter. This very fluffy, angsty chapter. Hee! ^_^ Emotional fanfiction readers… don't squeal too loud, your parents may get worried. I know from experience. :P
The beginning of this will be in Zexion's P.O.V, and then it will change to no one's P.O.V. I will inform you when.
Disclaimer: Answer me this; Is there any yaoi in Kingdom Hearts? No? Then I. DON'T. OWN. IT.
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I was sitting in one of the sofas when Luxord stumbled into the grey room.
"Damn it!" He gasped, limping over to the sofa across from mine and dumping a black cloaked body into it. Looking up from my book, I noticed a couple of strands of burgundy hair fall out of the hood. Luxord was frantically running around the grey room, searching the cabinets for something.
"What happened?" I questioned, setting down the book and starting to get up.
"BLOODY HELL," Luxord yelped, dropping a box that he was holding. "You scared me, Zex! Number XV got hurt in wonderland, she's bleeding, just goddam help me! Where do they keep the spare potions?!" Luxord ripped open the box, sending the contents flying everywhere.
"Luxord, you have to buy potions from the moogle, remember? And potions don't help when it's bodily harm. Just get me some gauze, I'll fix her up." I stated, calmly walking over to the limp body on the couch. I couldn't see the wound, just a dark blot slightly above her right hip. Her eyes were closed, so it looked like she was also unconscious. It is only her third day in the organization, one of the Heartless most have got the better of her.
"Luxord?" I asked, sitting down beside her head, pulling down the hood.
"Ya?" He was still rummaging through the cupboards for gauze. Does he know where anything is?
"She smells like the Cat." I groaned, smoothing the hair from her forehead.
"Yes, He's the reason she got hurt, luv. He went on about a riddle, and she didn't pay attention when one of the bloody song heartless showed up." He said distractedly.
"Do you remember what the Cat can do, idiot? You should have warned her."
"No, I don't. He's a dodgy character, though." Luxord replied, his voice somewhat muffled by the cabinet he had his head in. I stared in horror at Elaxveri's forehead. She had the mark.
"Found it!" Luxord cried, grabbing a roll of gauze and throwing it to me. I let it fall to the floor at my feet.
"What's wrong?" Luxord asked, walking back to where we were sitting.
"Luxord, do… do you remember the riddle the Cat had said?" I struggled to maintain my calm. This could be just a trick. The Cat did liking scaring people.
"Not really, it was in a weird language. But what's up with her forehead?" Luxord asked, pointing to a tiny, violet paw print on the left corner of her forehead.
"A weird language? P-please specify." I stuttered, tracing the mark on her skin with one finger. I don't think this is a trick, anymore…
"I don't know. I couldn't recognize it from anything. What the hell is that, Zexion?" Luxord looked a bit worried now.
P.O.V change
"A mark, Luxord. Please go get the superior." Zexion said clearly, his face a calm mask. Luxord gave him one last anxious glance, then raced out of the room.
"XV? Can you hear me?" Zexion muttered, moving his head so he was at Elaxveri's ear. He sighed when the girl did not stir, and bent over to pick up the gauze. He hooked his arms under her shoulders and dragged her up, so that her head was resting on the arm of the couch, and her chest was across his lap. The slate haired man pulled the zipper on her cloak down, moving it more slowly when he was near the darker, sticky area. When he had unzipped the cloak to her waist, he spread it open to get better access at the wound. Averting his eyes from her more feminine parts, he carefully wrapped the gauze around the bleeding gash. He had nothing to mop up the excess blood with, but it was fine since Luxord would be back soon. He'd be able to clean later. Zexion sat there for a couple of minutes, idly twirling Elaxveri's hair in his fingers. He was worried, yes. Beyond belief. The cat could do harmful things to one's mind, and since her mind was so fresh, so empty, he did not know what the effects could be. They were mote than likely very dangerous.
A silver haired, tan man appeared out of nowhere.
"Zexion." The Superior said by way of greeting. Zexion nodded.
"Superior, I have reason to believe the XV has been harmed, possibly beyond healing, in wonderland. What do you propose we do?"
"Take her to Vexen. I do not care if he is busy. This one girl, this insignificant girl, has great meaning. Watch her from now on. If she undergoes any harm, any at all, it will be on your head." Xemnas stated, an icy tone to his voice. Zexion nodded again, and followed the superior through a portal, cradling Elaxveri in his arms, her legs and head dangling from the side.
They reappeared in a lab of sorts, bottles and various brightly colored chemicals strewn about. The lab was very unorganized, notes and sheets of yellowing paper littering the room, on the shelves, under the tables, in a crack in the wall, potion bottles on the desks, broken pencils, plastic gloves lying on the floor.
"Yes?" A tired voice called from a corner of the lab, near a plain white table with a thin sheet on it, next to a beeping machine and an assortment of knives, medical tools, and clear vials with an unknown, thick red substance gliding down the sides.
"Vexen. XV has been damaged; please check her mental and physical health." Xemnas ordered, before leaving the room via portal. Vexen sighed.
"What happened, Zexion?" He asked, placing down the bottles he was holding.
"The Cat." Zexion explained, laying her frail body on the table. Elaxveri stirred a little, but remained unconscious.
"Again?" Vexen asked, already collecting vials of murky colors, and a couple of dried herbs. Vexen walked around the room, collecting the ingredients that he would need while Zexion arranged Elaveri so she would be comfortable, and unwrapped the gauze form her hip. The cut was… in all honesty, disgusting. It was swelling up around the edges, with dried, dusty blood along the edge. A murky black substance seemed to be dripping slowly out of the corner of the cut, almost hidden by the blood.
"Yes. What is the black dripping thing?" Vexen froze in midstep.
"What?" The blonde asked, and immediately walked over to the examining table, dropping off the bottles on a shelf. Vexen pulled her cloak off completely, inspecting the cut. He stared at it for a moment, before reaching onto the shelf beside him and grabbing a small blade.
"What are you doing?" Zexion glared, attempting to shield the redheaded girl.
"Zexion! Get out of the way, idiot boy! I was just going to loosen the black… waste. I can't pull it off! It would tear out her entire stomach! Do you know what it is?!" Vexen growled, shoving the slate haired man out of the way.
"No idea. What is it?" Zexion spat, clearly angry about being shoved out of the way. Vexen ignored him, and leant down next to the cut. He slowly placed the blade around the side of the now throbbing black substance, and carefully slid the cool metal along the bottom, catching the substance in a gloved hand. Zexion reached out to touch her cut, but Vexen hastily slapped it away.
"Touch that and you'll be killed!" The scientist yelped, walking over to the firepit and droping the substance in. The black blob hissed and let out an unearthly wail as the flames licked at its sides, reducing it to smoldering ashes in seconds.
"Did that thing just… screech?" Zexion stared wide eyed at the firepit, the flames dancing around.
"Zexion, that was a heartless. An incredibly malicious heartless, might I add. It eats away at the body, if it can get inside an open cut. You leave it there long enough, and it will devour you from the inside. It's normally not so easy to notice. They normally stick to one of your vital organs, if they can manage it. But I'm going to have to run some emergency tests on her right now, to make sure there are no more of them."
"What are they called?"
"Moiris Devmal. Incredibly dangerous, and tend to hover in WonderLand."
"Is that the only thing you're going to look at? What about her head? The Cat got at her."
"Yes, I know, Zexion! This is a more pressing matter, it will kill her. I shall check her mental status tomorrow. Here, hold this."
"But the last time you did that, Xigbar practically- oh, that's heavy." Zexion grunted, struggling to hold onto a rather heavy, beeping machine that was connected to Elaxveri's body. The red wires were wrapped around her stomach, just barely underneath her skin.
"Zexion, how many seconds between the beeps?" Vexen asked, checking the wires.
"About five seconds each." Zexion shifted his weight to his other leg.
"Good. There's no more. You can put that down now- DON'T DROP IT!" Vexen roared, diving to catch the machine that had slipped out of Zexions grip. The blonde caught it, and carried it slowly to a table, his back a bit hunched from the weight.
"Sorry. Will she be alright, then?"
"If The Cat didn't hold her too long, she may… she may live. But it's not a definite chance." Vexen sighed, carefully removing each wire.
"What can we do with her for now, then? Isn't there anything you can do?"
"It depends. I am unable to see anything wrong with her mind, until it actually happens. We'll have to wait and see. I'm sorry, you seem to care about her."
"I don't care about her. Will she be able to walk?"
"I'm sure you don't. No, she's not even awake yet, idiot boy."
"Stop calling me that, Vexen. Should we carry her back then?"
"We? You carried her here, you can take her back. Oh, I will stop calling you that when you stop acting like one."
Vexen wrapped up the cut in new gauze, and left to finish whatever he was working on before Zexion came in. The slate haired man thanked him, and, with a bit of difficulty, lifted Elaxveri off the table. He opened a dark portal and stepped through it, walking right into the Grey Room. It was too early to put her back to bed, so he figured he could wait in there with her until Luxord or Xion showed up.
Zexion was seated on the couch, an unconscious Elaxveri cradled in his arms, when Roxas showed up.
"Hello, Zexion!" The blue eyd blonde said happily, making his way to the sofa where Zexion was sitting.
"Hello, XII. What did you need?" Zexion asked, a bit grumpily.
"…Nothing. Is she alright?"
"I don't know. Vexen is unsure."
"What do you think?"
"I don't know. I think she has been affected, but only time will tell."
"I hate The Cat."
"Me too. How is Axel?"
"….Why do you care?"
"Because you love him."
"I do not!"
"Roxas…"
"Do not."
"… Yes, you do."
"No…"
"Roxas, you know you do! You depend on him for almost everything, and you embrace him more often than any other members."
"So? Nobodies can't feel. We have no hearts!"
"I'm not sure that's true."
"But…"
"I have been having second thoughts about that. It might just be lust, but you know you need the other person."
"Like her?"
"What?"
"You act like she's important. Do you need her?"
"I think it'd be the other way around. She's so… fragile."
"Ah. But do you care for her?"
"…No. Stop changing the subject! You do love Axel. But what did he do? Your upset, I can see it."
"He… kissed me."
"Really?"
"Ya, but I sort of froze and said nothing. Now I feel bad, but he's still on a mission. I don't know what to do."
"Just tell him whatever needs to be said when he gets back. It'll work out."
"Thanks, Zexion. I'm glad you don't treat me like you treat the other members. And, good luck with her." Roxas smiled encouragingly, and gave Zexion a small, one armed hug.
"You're welcome, Roxas. But don't tell Demyx, he'll kill me if he knew I let you hug me." Zexion chuckled a bit, unconsciously running his fingers through Elaxveri's burgundy locks. Roxas stopped smiling.
"She's so pale…"
"I know…" Zexion sighed, looking down at her. She stirred a little, and burrowed herself further in Zexion's cloak.
"Zex… ion…" A soft voice croaked.
"Y-yes?" Zexion gasped, surprised. His name… was the first word she had said. Zexion waited for her to keep talking, but she did nothing. Glancing up at him, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Zexion smiled too.
"Zexion… you don't smile like that. It was so… gentle. She must mean something to you!" Roxas squealed, happy his friend had found someone.
"She doesn't." Zexion gave him a cold glare. Roxas sighed, and let his smile slip into a frown.
"I'm going to wait on the clock tower for Axel. See you later!"Roxas called, racing out of the room. Neither of them managed to notice the single tear fall down a certain blue eyed girl's cheek.
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Fairly long chapter!!! :D BECAUSE EI LOVE YOU GUYS!
Zexion: Actually, she's grounded from the computer. For like, 3 months.
Me: Shut up! T_T And it's not just the computer, it's anything FUN. So basically, all I'm allowed to do is sit and stare at the wall. I'm dead serious. It's ridiculous. I got a C+ on my report card… ooh! I'm soooo unfocused such an evil, troublesome child. Ya, I'm sure. My parents are fuckers.
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