Disclaim: I don't own KHII. Trust me.

A/N: I absolutely love this one, I have to say. This was one of the first original ideas. I kind of feel a little bad for torturing little Zexion though, I mean yeah, he's one of the more coolio Organization Members, but this...just fit him so PERFECTLY, and yet, DIDN'T, you know?

Enjoi,
-Ethe

.:Coming Undone:.

Monday, Nov. 13, 2006. 4:30 AM.

I stared out the small window at the blistering rain, wondering how the people who were walking around the town at this hour could stand it. I haven't slept for almost four days...new record. I was waiting for the new Manalow book to come...I knew for a fact that it was being published a week before anyone else did...and I mean ANYONE else. But the people who run this place never give it to me on time...

They were driving me mad with their mockery at the simplest things that can set me off, and I knew it. They didn't know I knew, but I did. I actually SAW the car of the Transit Library delivery boy sneak into the driveway on Friday, with a tall bulky guy actually get OUT, grab a BOX, and didn't get back in his car for 2 minutes...I COUNTED! I KNEW IT WAS HERE GODDAMMIT!

I sighed. I was talking to myself again...I knew I was talking to myself and it wasn't my head playing tricks on me because I heard my voice come back at me from the walls of my small little room. One bed. A door that lead to the lavatory. A desk, and a chair...and some paper and a pencil...and a pen, in the drawer. Oh and...a crayon. A green one. Green's my favorite color. I should dye my hair- OH SHUT UP!

I hugged my legs to my chest, sitting in my chair and stared out the window of my prison. I wasn't meant to be here. I wasn't crazy. I never HURT anyone, I just tended to...have episodes out in public. I heard all of the ones around me whispering, and it drove me up the wall WHY they had to be so fucking LOUD about what they were talking about! IT BUILDS UP, MAN, IT BUILDS UP!

I was only a little tweaked in my head. I was normal physically. Like now. I kept every conversation I had with myself in my head. No one knew. Until my mother finally got fed up with me being asleep every day in my room or around the house and finally turned me in here. The Happy House. The Funny Farm. The Psycho Ward of the Biggest Little City in the World...

Monday, Nov. 13, 2006. 4:56 PM.

It was almost TV time for the evening...I was confused weather to love or hate it. I would love it because I was out of my room. I would hate it because everyone else but three others and myself, were INCREDIBLY old. The only one's below twenty years old were me, the creepy Zidane kid that claimed to be 19, but looked 12, Zell Dinct, that was always in straight jacket, and Locke Cole...he was the only one I liked. Of course, he was never really let out of his room...and Zell always sat there in his jacket, leaning back and forth and muttering something, and I just stayed away from Zidane. I never talked to any of the old ones. They annoyed me with their rampages about war days and crap like that...I never paid attention.

I hear my door open, and a solid object come flying at my head. It hit dead on it's mark, and I groaned, picking the small book up from the floor, and looking up the it's hurler. "C'mon already." The blue-haired man pressed, crossing his arms and waiting for me to stand. I did so with the small book in hand and followed him out to the living area. To be honest, Saix scared the living shit out of me. He was almost as creepy as Zidane. But Saix was never in charge of Zidane. He was always,always, ALWAYS in charge of me. And he tortured me in the worst ways IMAGINABLE!

Like he just demonstrated, he throws things at me, hides my food before he gives it to me, locks my bathroom door, and at night he whispers things through my door, and he only does it when I'm not stable, so I go even more mad and they have to bring in tranquilizers...I think I was better off outside of the Veterans Administration... It's not even a REGISTERED asylum, it's just apart of some hospital...

As soon as he opened the door to the crowded TV room, he routinely grabbed my arm, and directed me to the front of the row of uncomfortable metal chairs and slammed me straight in the middle. I groaned, glaring at his trail as he walked away with a sick grin on his face, and a light chuckle following.

One of the nicer administrators put a video into the old VCR...we needed an upgrade...I didn't get a chance to see the box cover, so it puzzled me what movie it was. The elderly people sitting behind and around me, surprisingly, where all dead asleep. I looked around, suddenly hearing the television bloom to life with the loudest sound system that deafens even the hearing impaired...I heard a familiar chuckle come from behind me.

"...S-Saix...?" "Yes?" "Wha...what movie i-is this?" "Your favorite." My heartbeat sped, "What movie is this...?" Another laugh, "The Ring, of course. Enjoy." I heard the cubical door open, "Oh, and don't get up. I will eat your food in front of you for a week." And then the doors closed...and of course, he didn't forget to flick the lights off...

Saix knew I detested horror films...I couldn't stand the ones with random things that popped out of NOWHERE and scared the living shit out of you! He was doing it AGAIN! He was probably in his little cubical on the side of the room, watchin my every move! And he had the remote...

I gasped, watching as the disturbing images of the movie flashed in fast forward. The bloody nose and the fly. I felt my eyes widen when the scene with the horse falling over the side of the boat, and the red water spurting out from the propeller. Next was the little girl in the well, climbing out of the TV and going after the boyfriend...I felt my fingers curl around the edges of the chair, my heartbeat thundered in my ears, and then the VCR slowed down to a picture of the withered body of the boyfriend, and I yelped, unable to stop staring at the screen.

And a sudden high pitched mechanical whirring noise was my savior...

The VCR shattered to pieces, scaring the elders around me to life. They sprung up slowly, yelling out random things and trying to run around in a panic. I sighed with relief and dropped my shoulders, hearing Saix groaning from the booth in frustration...thank God for faulty American equipment. "SAIX!" I heard from the entrance to the room, with a blonde man walking in with some sort of business suit on. "Yessir!" "DVD player! GO NOW!" " Y-yes sir!" Saix saluted the mystery blonde man and whooshed out the door. I took another deep sigh, and stood up, and ran a hand through my hair, carrying my book with me as I took a seat next to Zell.

-End-

A/N: Cookies for those who can name the band who wrote the chapter title's song!

Oh no! the chapters are getting longer and out of proportion to the others! Dammit, I tried NOT to do that... Oh well. But like I said, I was really looking forward to writing this one. I love Zexion, I really do, and this was a lot of fun to type. so, please, tell meh what juu think, eh? R+R?