Small Stories of Organization XIII

Zexion's Weapon Revisited

XxXxXxX

"Listen, Zexy..." Demyx said. "Sorry about your birthday present. We had no idea that one-winged guy had made so many comebacks from the dead and that he would take it back!"

Zexion patted Demyx on the shoulder. "Its alright Demyx. It was fun while it lasted. Though I don't think that Cloud approved of the whole Aerith-incedent..."

"Yeah, that lawsuit didn't go over so well..." Demyx agreed.

"Besides..." Zexion said. "I kind of foresaw something like this happening and got a back-up weapon."

"A back-up?" Demyx asked. "Oh! Oh! What is it? What is it? C'mon, you can tell me!"

"Sorry Demyx, but I'd rather keep it a secret."

Demyx rubbed his chin in thought. "I know!" he said, snapping his fingers. "It has something to do with your right eye doesn't it?" Demyx tried to move the hair out of Zexion's face. "That's why you always keep it covered, right? Lemme see it!"

Zexion tired to avoid Demyx clutches. "Stop it Demyx! I'm not letting you see!"

"C'mon, just a peek!" Demyx persisted. "Its just your eye, right?"

Demyx finally got Zexion's hair out of his face so the right eye could be seen. Around the pupil were three, tear-drop shaped figures, bending around the pupil almost like they were swirling. Demyx slowly lowered Zexion's hair and stepped back.

"Zexion, is that a-"

"No."

"But... But Zexy! That was a Sharinga-"

"NO!"


If you don't get the joke, look up Naruto in Wikipedia and read about the character Sasuke. R&R