Saïx woke up in his lover's arms. Their bodies covered in sweat from the night before. The smell of stale sex lingered in the air. Xemnas woke up smiling at his younger lover and kissed him deeply.
"My Superior…" The Luna Diviner started. "…Perhaps we should make ourselves presentable…?"
"Indeed." The older man replied.
By the time most were up and dressed. It was only then The Superior had noticed something was wrong. It had been quiet that morning in The World That Never Was, it had been too quiet, far too quiet.
The usual sound of their lively, beloved daughter could not be heard anywhere.
"Good morning Sirs…" Naminé greeted as the couple walked into the kitchen where most of the Organization (and herself) were eating breakfast. This excluded Axel, (who happened the laziest member and therefore got up later than everyone else), Roxas, who never went to sleep without his cuddly giant, red haired teddy bear and of course Ilixelm, whom of which was obviously in Notre Dame.
"Supposedly…" Xemnas nodded to the witch and sat down, frowning at the other blond woman opposite. "Number Twelve…" The beautiful, yet dangerous blonde female smirked.
"Yes Sir?" She replied.
"I'm afraid what I may find in my daughter's room…" Xemnas shook his head fondly. Ilixelm had a habit of sneaking up on the Organization couples and taking pictures. She usually made three copies. One copy she stuck on her walls, the second she stuck in her scrap book and the third she gave to Naminé.
"I'll go check on her…" Larxene smirked inwardly to herself, she would never admit it but she was actually quite fond of the child.
"Ilixelm?" She knocked once. She knocked twice, on the third knock she barged in…of course, it was empty. Despite the feeling of panic, Larxene managed to ignore it and headed back to report on the situation.
"Sir! Ilixelm is not in her room…"
Naminé burst into tears. Why would her best friend go? What was wrong?
Saïx growled.
"Princess?" Demyx began to panic. "What if she's been kidnapped?"
Xemnas raised an eyebrow. "Doubtful…Ilixelm has a tendency to scream when trouble is arise…besides, number Nine, Ilixelm is powerful. She can defend herself." Despite the cool calm exterior he had presented, The Superior was worrying terribly…he may have fooled the others. He couldn't fool his lover. Saïx kissed him on the cheek and glared at anyone who dared to say anything about it.
Larxene pulled the witch into a cuddle, offering a light-hearted death threat to the younger female.
"Xemnas…Sir?" Naminé asked gently as she sniffed.
Xemnas turned to her. "Yes?"
"Was there anything in the slightest to suggest where she went?"
"Apparently…not…Naminé, you are her best friend…did she say anything odd or suspicious?"
Naminé thought back to last time she spoke to her male-born friend.
Ilixelm sighed sadly. She had been crying that day and was acting very out of character. Naminé had noticed it too. The witch looked over to her.
"Ixie?" Naminé asked, using the nickname that was only to be used in secret.
Ilixelm curled up in herself.
"Ixie, what's wrong?" She asked, now worried.
"They call my parents evil…and yet they are more so!" she burst into tears. "They have no idea! My parents have always looked after me and loved me, THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND!" She screamed into the pillow.
To say that Naminé was taken aback was an understatement. The young witch held her best friend close and whispered delicate soothings into her friend's ear.
"Ixie…please…tell me what's wrong…" She begged softly.
Ilixelm stayed silent.
Naminé sighed and opened her mouth to say something when Ilixelm broke the silence.
Naminé's eyes shot open with a start.
"Naminé?" Roxas asked. "What is it?"
Naminé couldn't speak. Her heart raced. Ilixelm…she didn't…Did she? No…it was impossible…wasn't it?
"Naminé?" Roxas repeated.
"Ixie…no…you mustn't!" Naminé grew fearful.
The other Organization members watched her intently.
"Don't love Esmeralda…"