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Note: Characters may be extremely OOC. Author is unsure of personalities, despite research. Any tips on character personalities, please PM author or review with corrections.
The Icy Technician swept up and down the crystalline pathways of Ruin and Creation's Passage. She felt herself calming with each step she took, the soft, lullaby tones of the transparent tiles resounding pleasantly in her ears. Crossing her arms, Caxebrec sighed, cerulean irises fading to green as she fell deep into thought, pondering what Axel and Roxas had been concerned about only minutes before.
"A… memory… of a boy with silver hair and green eyes? I could hear the sea… The scent was just like the ocean when Xemnas opened the portal to that place called Destiny Islands-"
"Hello, Caxebrec." The young woman's head shot up, silver bangs flying in her eyes. Wary green flashed crimson, before settling on a single orb colored a faint cerulean-purple hue. Half of the man's face was hidden behind a thick sweep of bluish-silver bangs, somewhat feminine-angled eyes analyzing Caxebrec's every move.
"Hello, Zexion," she said, bowing her head in respect to her superior. The young man returned the nod, his visible eye glancing over her impassively.
"It seems something is troubling you. If something is wrong, you ought to see Xemnas about it." Caxebrec noted the Schemer's monotone, and she bowed her head, closing her eyes and mind against any possible probes Zexion might send.
"I am not here to probe your mind, Technician," he said, observing her stance carefully. He had noticed as soon as she arrived in the Organization's midst that she would immediately barricade her mind against intrusion, no matter the means or cost to herself. The woman had done just that the first time she set eyes on him, evident fear that he would probe her mind in her eyes. That bit of information greatly interested Zexion, as well as pleased him; it had been too long since he had found someone worth testing his abilities against.
"As a scientist, it merely interests me as to how you can have randomized bursts of memory from when you truly existed, considering there is no physical evidence of you ever existing with a heart in the first place." he said, crossing his arms.
"That does not interest me, Schemer."
"Oh, but I believe differently." Zexion began to pace around her like a cat. Caxebrec felt a slight tension in the air between them, and she immediately went on guard, deciding to finally be the one to mess with his head.
"Do you wish to test abilities, Zexion?" she asked softly, freezing her muscles to avoid giving away any sign of hesitation. The Cloaked Schemer's interest peaked slightly; was the woman suggesting a battle where she knew she could very well die at any moment? Standing before her, he gazed down at her with an unflinching eye. Caxebrec met him, one for one, and the two were locked in a staring contest. Suddenly, the girl blinked, not knowing where Zexion had gone.
"I wish to know exactly what you are thinking, Technician." Caxebrec whirled around, only to be impaled by a dozen razor-edged book pages. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Zexion, his lexicon in hand, before she collapsed to the ground. The Schemer's face made no indication of astonishment as the girl disappeared in a cloud of digitalized numbers.
"Interesting technique, Zexion. How about my turn?" The Schemer turned to look at an upper platform not far away. His impassive face betrayed no hint of 'emotion' as he gazed at the small computer in her hand. Caxebrec made sure Zexion was watching her fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard, his own fingers weaving a net of nonsense patterns in the air as he watched her. Both created clones that swirled and manifested around the other, poised to attack.
"I suggest that you submit, student. You are far outmatched." Caxebrec smirked, disappearing in a rapid maelstrom of numbers.
"I suggest that you rethink that statement, teacher," she said, her bangs blown by her breath to graze Zexion's neck. The Sixth Organization member closed his eyes, the faintest hint of a wry smile on his lips as he felt cold metal pressed to the side of his neck. Caxebrec's body went rigid as he went up in a cloud of darkness before her, before freezing as she felt Zexion's strong, lithe frame against her back, an arm around her waist pinning her body to his. She felt her head roughly jerked back to rest on his left shoulder, a gloved hand placing itself strategically on either side of her trachea, pressing just enough for her to feel pain.
"I suggest you submit now, Caxebrec." Zexion's voice was deep and soft against her ear, a sultry sound that made the woman's entire body vibrate. The Schemer's sharp eyes didn't fail to notice the unexpected effect he had evoked. He inhaled softly.
"Your scent is quite interesting when you are caught in death's grip," he said. "Nothing at all like the others' panicked ones." Caxebrec cursed softly.
"I don't care, Zexion. I submit," Caxebrec murmured, cringing, bringing her arms up across her chest, palms facing outward in a submissive position. The Cloaked Schemer tilted his head to one side, waving his free hand to dismiss the lexicon floating at his side. He released her, and she fell to her knees, grasping her throat in an effort to get her breath back.
"And to think I was going to ask for your help with these 'memories', Zexion…"
"The request for help could have been brought up before we fought, Technician." The woman glared at the Schemer through silver bangs. With her defenses down for a split second, Zexion had managed to penetrate the mind shield she'd fabricated.
"It fascinates me to see how much you have improved, Caxebrec," he said, switching the topic. The woman looked up. "It is a relief that we now have another formidable fighter in the Organization."
"Not as formidable or ruthless as you, Zexion," she rasped, rubbing her neck gingerly. The Cloaked Schemer said nothing, but merely walked by her.
"… Will you help me, Zexion?" The Sixth Order stopped at the soft tone, his gaze directed at the invisible path before him.
"I will. But I have work to do today. Come tomorrow. Goodbye Caxebrec." With that, he walked away, disappearing through the entrance of Ruin and Creation's Passage.
"Back to the curt, to-the-point answers already…" Caxebrec shook her head, which only served to further injure her throat. She winced at the pain, and nearly slapped herself as she heard Zexion's voice in her mind.
"There is no need to be upset, student, if you are able to feel such an emotion," he said, a wry smile resounding in his voice. "And your farewell could have been much better. Do remember who you are speaking with, Caxebrec…" The woman's face contorted in a scowl as she felt Zexion releasing his hold on her mind. She shook the remnants of his grasp from her head and sighed, suddenly feeling very weary. Waving her hand, she opened a portal and stepped through to the Proof of Existence room. Shooting a nasty glare at Zexion's chamber-portal, she stepped through hers, hoping for a decent rest before tomorrow's trials. As she lay on her bed, her mind drifting on the brink of sleep, she considered the moment Zexion had held her in a submissive position.
"He smells just like sweet pine needles…"
A/N: Zexion is most likely OOC, I do realize that. I do not have any idea where this battle scene came from, but I was listening to a song called "L's Theme" from Death Note and my fingers flew over keys. Forgive me if this chapter is disagreeable to you.