Ugh, Saix.

I hate Saix. Or highly dislike, if you will. Please don't bitch about that. The way he's too calm and a little too cruel sets me on edge, kay? In turn I won't scream if you're a Saix fan.

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She doesn't nessecarily like me, I believe, and I don't nessecarily enjoy her either. We don't talk to each other much for the sake of our sanity, as each conversation ends in a head-turning shouting match and weapons being drawn. Usually someone will step in and stop the fight before any more sparks fly, but once or twice we've found each other clashing, my power of the moon rivaling her power of emotion. I always win, of course, much to her dismay and determination to become a better opponent.

Whenever she sees me in the halls or in a room, she stalks out quickly, avoiding my eyes. Occasionally she taunts me before she leaves (starting said shouting matches), but these are few and rare breaks in our unspoken pact.

I walked into the Addled Impasse one night to find her, staring at the Kingdom Hearts in-progress, stopped in the middle of scribbling in her notebook. Some entry in that infernal diary she always talks about writing.

She turned at the sound of me transporting into the room, eyes narrowing. I stared blankly back.

"Ew. It's a Saix," she snarked, quickly slamming the enourmous notebook shut. "Run away."

The usual response. I crossed my arms defensively, eyes not leaving her. "Xemnas ordered me to come fetch you."

Jumping to her feet, she batted her eyelashes at me. (There's a pleasant change for once.) "Ooh! Xemnas?" she gushed, clutching her hands at her chest and staring dreamily off into space. "Xeeeeeemnas?!"

I snorted. "Don't start."

She minced over to where I stood, acting as if she were wearing heels. "Do tell!" she cooed, leaning on my shoulder heavily.

"Nothing to tell." I tried to shrug her off, but she held fast- something I haven't expected her to do to me before now.

"What were you dooooing?"

"Business matters."

I should've known better- she's overly perverted for her age. Leaping at a chance to make a wisecrack comment, she sighed, "Ah, I bet you were doing more than 'business matters' in there! I bet you and Xemnas were whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear while feeling each other's-"

I snarled and gave her a more forceful shove, this time managing to push her to the ground. "You're treading on thin ice, Number Zero."

Her eyes widened, the taunts stopping. However, she continued to whack my buttons in little ways. "Don't address me by number, Saix. You can't do that."

"And what unwritten rule says I can't?" I grit my teeth with frustration.

"Only the original six members can do that!" She held up six fingers. "See?" Another finger popped up. "That's you. Starting from you down to Roxas, no one else can call me 'Number Zero', only 'Dxamana'. Or 'Amanda', if you are so inclined."

"That's absurd. I can call you by whatever name I please."

"In that case, I can call you 'worthless pile of dog shit', right?"

Not a second later she leaped away from my claymore, the weapon tearing her silver coat at the edges. Power coursed through my body, paired with anger...

"Moon, shine down!"

Her own weapons came out. "I summon thee: Rage!"

We were screaming with determination, pulsing with the influence of our elements, the sound of crashing and clanging metal filling the room, dotted with the occasional grunt from getting hit.

If this didn't stop soon. Dxamana would get herself killed. I say, good riddance.