"You know where our sixth member is?" Xemnas asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. I was his caretaker," Jones said calmly.
He wasn't afraid of his boss and he certainly wasn't afraid of Zexion's leader.
"So you were keeping him imprisoned?"
"No, that was the leader. I simply took care of him and tried to protect him."
"Why are you here?" Saïx demanded.
"I don't think he should be locked up, but I'm not strong enough to break him out alone."
"So you're asking for our help?"
Jones nodded.
"I thought his 'family' would want to take charge of rescuing him."
Xemnas turned to his second-in-command.
"What do you think, Seven? You're right next to him in number, is he important?"
Jones couldn't believe that they were discussing his use to decide if they should save him.
"He is quite helpful and powerful," Saïx answered.
Xemnas nodded like that was what he had expected to hear.
He turned back to Jones.
"We shall help you."
The next three days were spent planning their attack to save Zexion.
Demyx wasn't included.
Xemnas decided that his slight hysteria about Zexion could ruin the whole thing.
He told Xigbar to keep Demyx busy.
Xigbar decided that the easiest way of doing so, was to have him continue 'fixing' Zexion's room.
When he informed Xemnas about Demyx's project, Xemnas had to keep himself from shouting.
He knew that it would take all of Demyx's focus and the musician wouldn't notice the rest of the Organization, save for Roxas, planning an attack.
Xigbar's decision worked well.
Demyx stayed oblivious inside Zexion's room.
"Tomorrow we'll portal into the basement of the leader's mansion," Vexen started.
As one of the smartest nobodies, and Zexion's adopted father, he was in charge of the battle plans.
"Jones will lead us to cell one, attacking anyone who gets in the way," he continued.
"Lexeaus will break down the door and grab Zexion. He'll take him back here and I'll come as well to take care of his eyes and any other injuries he's received."
The rest of you will find the leader and dispose of him."
Jones coughed nervously and the group all turned to stare at him.
"The thing is, I don't actually know EXACTLY where the leader lives in the mansion."
Xemnas lowered his eyes and glared.
"You aren't helping very much Jones."
"We weren't allowed in his wing, but permitted everywhere else. I know that much, but no more."
"That's better than nothing," Xaldin said.
Lexeaus nodded in agreement.
Xemnas looked at the clock.
"Meeting adjourned," he declared.
Jones watched the members trickle off to their own rooms.
Some of them walked off together.
Xemnas left last, closely followed by Saïx.
Jones walked to the Gray Area to sleep on one of the couches.
Lexeaus had shown him the way the first night he had arrived.
Lex had led him in and disappeared before he had even been able to ask where the bathroom was.
Jones crossed to a couch a laid down.
He tried to sleep for a while but wasn't successful.
Moonlight poured through huge glass windows.
Jones got up and strolled to the bank of windows.
He remembered his conversation with Zexion during his first week in cell one.
'Can you see the stars?'
Jones looked out the small, barred window near the top of the room.
'Yeah. Lots of them.'
What do they look like?"
Jones thought for a while.
'Pretty,' he finally said.
Zexion didn't reply.
'Why?' Jones asked.
'Because I never see the stars. They were always there and I never really saw them. I always took them for granted and looked through them.' He sighed. 'Now I never will,' he said sadly.
'Soon Zexion,' he thought. 'Soon you'll be free and you can see the stars.'
"It's almost finished!" Demyx declared as he looked around Zexion's room. "But something's missing."
He put his chin in his hand as he thought and turned slowly on the spot.
"Oh! I know!" he yelled in excitement.
He ran to his room, picked up the blue pillow that they both loved so much.
Whenever Zexion was in Demyx's room, he'd try and steal the comfortable cushion.
So many fights had been started over the little pillow that always ended with Zexion leaving in a huff.
Demyx would fume on his bed for a little while then feel bad that he had yelled at Zexion.
He'd pick up the pillow and portal to outside Zexion's door.
The musician would knock and the Schemer would open the door enough to see Demyx's big blue eyes filled with tears, holding the pillow out as a sign of repentance.
"I'm sorry."
Zexion would nod and open the door the rest of the way to let him in.
They would make up quickly and then just lay on the bed together, both having an equal share of the tiny pillow.
Demyx put the pillow on top of Zexion's new bed and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
A knock on the door interrupted him.
"Who is it?" he called.
"Roxas," the visitor answered as he pushed the door open.
He stared around in amazement.
"Wow, it looks great in here."
Demyx smiled slightly.
"Thanks."
"You should ask Xemnas to let you decorate everyone's room. You're really good at it."
"Maybe later."
Roxas stopped looking around and looked at Demyx.
"Have you noticed that most of the Organization has been hidden away in the meeting room?" he asked.
"What? I've been in here for a while so I don't know what going on outside this room really."
"Well they seem to be spending all their time in there," Roxas explained. "What do you think is going on?"
Demyx shrugged.
"I don't know. Maybe they found out about an issue and needed to figure out a way to fix it."
Roxas looked unconvinced.
"I don't know. Even Larxene was included," he said slowly.
"What? Well then something must be really wrong!"
"We should ask them what's up."
"Okay."
Demyx followed Roxas out of the room.
AN: YAY! Demyx finished Zexy's room! And he might be about to find out about the attempt to rescue Zexion!
Oh, and Jones is going to kick the leader's butt as hard as possible for being an awful person.
The big fight should be in the next chapter! WOOT!
See ya soon!