A/N: I feel bad for all of this Vexen hate. :( He's actually kinda interesting and cool in my opinion, but for some reason I can't imagine any of the characters actually being able to stand him. XD Except maybe Lexaeus or Demyx - but they're always nice.
Hope you enjoy! (I'm slightly late).
As much as he really disliked the idea, Xaldin had no choice but to go see Vexen. He'd realised long ago that the Rose would be a perfect weapon to use against that abhorrent Beast, but it had taken him a while to decide on an efficient means of attack. At last, he'd settled on poison. He hypothesised that as the rose degenerated, so would the Beast's state of mind - and the idea did have a sort of passive-aggressive charm to it.
It was just unfortunate that the only person who he could obtain the poison from had to be Vexen.
Xaldin didn't bother to knock as he strode into Number Four's laboratory, and it was easy to catch the flash of annoyance that crossed Vexen's face before he realised who was disturbing him. But Vexen had a sickeningly elastic face, and a pathetic attempt at subservience crawled across his features without hesitation.
"Xaldin! What can I do for you?"
It was rude to jump headfirst into business, so Xaldin quickly donned an expression of respect, forcing politeness into his tone as he said: "Vexen, I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Not at all, sir."
Sir. Entirely unnecessary and undoubtedly annoying. Vexen's obsession with rank was one of the many reason that Xaldin couldn't stand the man. "Oh good. I'd hate to be interrupting work for the Superior." He studiously avoided looking at the tanks of Replicas at the back of the room as he said this.
"Ah," Vexen said in that pleased tone of his, "it is important, but I'm sure I can make some time for you. What do you need?"
Finally. "I need some posion - for a plant."
Vexen's eyes stretched grotesquely to their roundest extent. "Oh? What type of plant are we referring to?"
"It's a rose. It's imperative for a mission I'm working on - you understand that I can't give details."
Xaldin smirked inwardly at the clumsily concealed disappointment on the scientist's face. "Well, poison's never have been my forte, I'm afraid. It'll take me a while to perform some tests, but I can try to brew something for you."
Xaldin marveled at the sheer amount of iciness that could be injected into Vexen's demeanor when stung. "Wonderful. I'll come back in a few days then; if that's alright?
"That will be perfect, sir."
"Thank you."
Xaldin left quickly. There were only so many lengths that he'd go to for a mission, and staying any longer in the laboratory would exceed that limit. He really couldn't stand that Nobody.
