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Zexion

I hold his arms down lightly, once he began screaming again. I didn't want him to harm himself further. Even after being in a coma for a month, all but a few of his ribs have healed. I calm him down once more, rubbing both the back of his hand – which had became accustom as of late- and smoothing out his blood red hair.

His hair was still slightly spiky, even after a month had passed, he never ceased to amaze me. Which I found amazing in itself, for we don't even know each other.

His screams brought me out of my thoughts. Even after I calmed him down for the umpteenth time, he still screamed even though he was in one of the safest places he could be. "Lea…. Please calm down. You're alright. You're safe in this place." I whispered soothingly.

He stared at me, his eyes untrusting. I showed him my hands and arms, showing him that I was weapon free. He relaxed lightly but I felt as though I was still unworthy of his trust. Standing, I remove my standard issued Organization coat, further showing that I had no weapon and I meant no harm towards him.

Things were quiet for about an hour, his screams long since ended since the last time I calmed him. Suddenly, I jumped, his voice breaking the heavy silence.

"Who are you? Why did you save me? Why aren't I dead? And more importantly what are you?" My violet eyes widened slightly. That's the most I've heard him speak since he's been here. My heart beat lightly. His voice was like music to my ears.

I quickly shook my head and smiled at him. "My name is Zexion. I am number VI. I'm not positive why you're still alive. You must have a great will to live." I chuckled lightly, purposely skipping his second question, completely unsure of the answer myself. "What am I? Well that's a complicated story. I guess to put is simply, I am a Nobody of my former self."

I answer quietly, smiling sweetly. Staring in his eyes, I could tell that he has far more questions than he has let on. I quiet down, leaving him to process what I've said and silently willing him to ask questions to his hearts content.

At least he trusted me now. And for that fact, I was happy. I just wanted him to speak again. It seemed that I was falling in love with his voice. His hair. His eyes. I was falling in love with him. All of which, the logical part of my mind thought impossible. We Nobodies don't have hearts. How is it possible for us to love? I smirked to myself at my thoughts. As Superior told me, always the thinker…

*sighs* I'm really sorry for how short these chapters are. We're trying to write more. But the next few I might just post as one big chapter. I'm not sure yet.