...Late at night I've been thinking to myself more and more about how I became to be Nobody...
Oh man, this was the end of everything! My existence as a Nobody had finally hit its conclusion and I had accomplished nothing but the realization that I knew so little!
"IX, are you even listening to me?" the voice sneered in an almost distraught yet highly venomous tone. "You can at least acknowledge me as your superior and turn around," it added.
An odd feeling of what must have been relief took over in my mind. Oh thank god, it wasn't Larxene at all. The only guy I could think of that was this pushy in being addressed properly and known for his rank was our forth in charge. The Chilly Academic, number IV; Vexen.
Turning around as requested, I placed my gloved hand behind my head and started to rub the back of my neck in a nervous manner. "Hey there, Vexen!" I chirped. "You're looking pretty lively after that meeting. What are you doing here?" Was there a chance I could worm myself out of this?
Green irises rolled about in annoyance before he parted his lips to answer. "I come through here everyday to get to the laboratory. It is you whom I should be asking why you are here."
Shit... So the place I portaled to in order to attempt to save my sorry hide was the hallway to Mr. Frost's lab? Oh goody, goody gum drops, this couldn't get any worse! As if dieing by the Savage Nymph wasn't bad enough, I managed to run into the one guy who probably hates me the most because of my lack of intellect and utter hyperness that I display for my façade and quite possibly the only guy most would want to murder in general for- Wait a minute...
Letting out a sigh, the long haired scientist put a hand to the temple of his forehead. "I don't have time for this foolishness," he muttered. "I really need to get back to my work so I can-"
"Can I help you?" I cut in the exact moment he had said the first word to my own sentence. Mixed expressions took over the other male's face to the proposed question. The dominating two most apparent were surprise and disbelief.
"I don't think someone of your caliber in intellect is suitable for assisting me in even making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich let alone assisting me in replicating another life form."
No, no, no, no! He couldn't reject my offer! Being in his lab would insure that no one would go looking for me in there, which is if they knew it was me who overheard their conversation earlier.
"First off: I make a killer P.B. and J. sandwich mind you! And secondly: If you're cloning things again, I can help by handing you the things you need so you don't have to be all over the place looking for it on your own." He lifted a golden eyebrow in either curiosity or suspicion. "On top of that, having me there will make you look less crazy in Xigbar's eyes... Ur... Eye..." I shook my head from my own correction and proceeded on. "When you talk out loud to yourself."
"I do not talk out loud to myself!" the lab rat hissed far too quickly for his own good. A clear sign that I was dead on even if I was bluffing in the first place.
Simply shrugging on shoulder to show him it didn't matter much in my eyes if he did or didn't, I made up my mind to attempt again. "All geniuses talk to themselves. It's a sign that no one else present is clever enough to appreciate his or her own intellectual achievements."
Mentally I bit my lip to await what would come out of this new act I had just done. Would he enjoy my lavish view of scientist's insanity or would he see me as the mad one trying to trick him?
Several seconds passed by in what felt like slow motion. It was as if watching a snail being sprinkled in salt. Sure the snail would shrivel up and die but it still takes time for them to bubble up then finally do the impeccable.
A glimmer of hope was now in sight as Vexen's facial features softened a little like he was glad that someone had finally saw him for the cruel and unusual genius he truly was and desperately wished to be known as.
"... You can come in as long as you don't touch anything unless if I give you permission to do so..." Mentally I cheered though there was no real joy behind it, just relief that my life would be spared a few moments longer. "Is that understood, IX?"
Still despising the fact he kept calling me by my assigned number in the ridiculous ranking system of the Organization, I agreed with a small nod not to touch anything unless giving the word to do so. An easy task, so I thought since all of chilly butt's experiments probably contained nothing of interest to me unless if I acted like the Juvenal he was expecting me to be.
Without saying a word, the forth in command reached out towards me with an outstretched hand and moved closer. Wait a second, w-what was going on now? His hand pressed against the wall behind my person and then moved back a little so only two fingers held together now touched the brilliant white floral walling just over my shoulder before moving closer towards me then twisting at a ninety degree angle.
"What is the matter, IX? You look kind of embarrassed..." Vexen purred in a sickly sweet tone as the wall behind me opened up and cold air rushed out of the newly opened wall to journey down the corridor as well as seep into my jacket.
"N-n-no, I just-" I gave up trying to tell him my reason as he moved past me. I wasn't so much embarrassed as he had put it opposed to him creeping the fuck out of me. One of the oldest members of Organization XIII might have possibly been hitting on me for all I knew.
Unable to suppress the slightly disturbing idea of that, I shivered before pursuing the cold scientist into the even more freezing laboratory.
The wall behind our persons ceiled itself shut back into the falsetto wall camouflage it was. It had then occurred to me that there were possible even more rooms hidden from us lower in rank that we didn't know the location to but only have heard rumors of. This thought didn't have a chance to grow deeper as I lost my footing and realized the ceiling was quickly coming into view.
"Careful, IX!" Vexen hissed as he wrapped a black gloved hand around my wrist and jerked me out of my falling state, the ceiling no longer in sight as he helped me gain balance again. He at least could have warned me that the flooring was as slick as ice!
Noticing the many reflections on the floor it soon came apparent to me that the floor was indeed literally covered in a sheet of ice. But-but why? Wasn't it unsafe and therefore unsuitable for experimentation?
"You seem to have forgotten that my elemental power revolves around ice. Your frozen counterpart if you will," the chilly scientist replied as if he were reading my thoughts. He couldn't of course do that... I think...
Slowly looking around the room I was beginning to doubt that theory of mine when all of the incredibly odd machinery and gadgets layered in a thin veil of ice formed the room itself. For all I know he could have made something capable of reading my thoughts already.
"Come this way; allow me to reveal some of my latest work." Clearly he wanted to show off some of his pet projects and since I was his captive audience at the moment all I could do was nod my head in agreement.
As we shuffled along I noticed that I could see my own breath and had involuntarily been hugging myself to keep in body warmth. Vexen however looked perfectly content in this frozen hell. Perhaps artic temperatures were more comfortable for him anyway since he usually did act a little overheated during meetings...
An off-colored white sheet suddenly flew past my face in symmetry with the mad scientist's single word. "Look!" Underneath the sheet had been a table top fully decked out in scalpels, papers, vials full of many different verities of hued liquids from solid to see-through. Everything one could imagine Doctor Frankenstein would need to create his perfect resurrected daemon.
"I keep the real thing of course over here but you won't get to see that until it is completed." Oh boy, I could hardly contain my excitement! Like Xigbar would say to my mental comment 'As if!' I could care less but I did have to act interested if I wanted to keep hiding down here a little longer.
I sighed and watched the cloudy breath of cold air dissipate while number IV had suddenly went off to work and left me here standing in place. Everything was happening so slowly, how much time had passed already?
Peering around while in place I then discovered that there was no clock of any sort down here. Ge, no wonder he always missed out on all of the meals and looked as if he never caught a single wink of sleep for the past four months...
"Vexen, how hard is it to make a clone?" Waiting for an answer, I started to fiddle with the small hole at the tip of one of my glove fingers.
"It's simple to recreate another human really. It's getting the clone to look exactly like the original that is the more difficult part." A simple answer and soon he had went back to his project. What a chatter-box... "Now this goes over here and if I flip this strand of DNA..." and his sentence died down again. Clearly he had more fn talking to himself then to me.
"Hey Vexy-"
"What is it IX? Can you not see I am busy? I told you not to bother me as I worked!" No, what he said was for me not to touch anything but I wasn't going to mention that. Not with that outburst.
I scratched the side of my mullet to relieve an itch then looked up with a well practiced set of eyes commonly known as 'puppy eyes' to show that his yelling had hurt me, though in reality it hadn't. It was just easier to deal with other members when they felt guilty. Another thing they failed to notice that was an emotion.
"I was only wondering if you have ever made any successful replicas." Absent mindedly I had picked up a frosted test-tube and examined the light blue substance within.
"Firstly: put that down this instant!" he barked, nearly causing me to drop the glass object before quickly setting it back into place. "Secondly: Yes I have. Hundreds, in fact, some of my firsts were my most interesting. The Superior however, after making one female clone has banded me from making more of that specific gender..." His voice meandered off.
So he had made some before and only one was a girl, how interesting and strange really. "Why did he make you stop creating females?" I just couldn't help but wonder.
"Because she is a rude, inconsiderate, bitch who likes trying to manipulate her superiors and everyone in general!" Blinking, the scientist was breathing a little heavier as he moved back and shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Just... Just ignore what I've said. I think it's time for you to leave and-" he paused to draw in another shaky breath. "And go back to your room, IX."
Dully I nodded my head unable to say something for he might have went into another outburst then go loco or something of that nature. So I waved my hand instead before portaling back into my own room.
Surly the forth in rank was under a lot of stress to cause such uproar over a simple question asked only to pass up time. Dear god... I mean, honestly!
'Because she is a rude, inconsiderate, bitch who likes trying to manipulate her superiors and everyone in general!' echoed loudly as if on repeat inside my skull. 'Because she is a rude, inconsiderate, bitch who likes trying to manipulate her superiors and everyone in general!' There it was again.
I didn't have time for this! Larxene could find me here at any moment and then I'd be in a shit load of trouble!
'Because she is a rude, inconsiderate, bitch who likes trying to manipulate her superiors and everyone in general!' Vexen voice repeated even louder in my mind. Why wouldn't it go away? He ordered me to forget he had even said that after all.
"Because she is a rude, inconsiderate, bitch who likes trying to manipulate her superiors and everyone in general..." I muttered along with the reverberating voice. My eyes suddenly opened wide with dawning realization. "Because SHE is a rude, inconsiderate, bitch-" Oh my god, was Larxene a-
"Who's a bitch Demyx?" A fake sweet voice drifted into the air after a distinct door slam had cut off my sentence. "I need to have a little word with you," her voice dropped an octave before the only female member walked into my room.
Great, if I wasn't doomed before then clearly I was doomed now. My last fleeting chance of escape without portaling, which would be impossible since she'd just slip into my portal too had been sealed away as the blonde woman closed the door behind her person.
"Like I said, we need to talk..." Her green eyes narrowed down dangerously as a kuni, her chosen weapon, suddenly came into her grasp.
Yep... Doomed... Utterly screwed over this time... Just... Great... Help me...
(Author's note: "...Late at night I've been thinking to myself more and more about how I became to be Nobody..." is one of my favorite parts from the first chapter and it is kind of like a soft subconcious thought that runs through Demyx's head, just so you know, okay? Anyway, please feel free to leave a comment of any kind. Also, if you have any questions, do ask away! Ja ne...)