Alright. I have pretty much the whole storyline of this planed in my head, so I'll be very fast at updating. I just think that Saïx and Zexion make such a cute couple. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I do writing it!
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Chapter Two: Some Dreams Should Never End
Zexion had just awoken from a lovely dream. There had been endless light everywhere, and the man that he had just recently found on the streets was there too. His eyes looked comforting as he lowered Zexion down onto his soft, strong body with his arms. They were laying down under a tree, just enjoying each other's company and feeling each other's warm body satisfy the other. The tree that they were sitting under was in full bloom, and the sweet smell of cherry blossoms filled the air. The grass beneath them was a rich shade of green and felt even better as their bodies were lying down on it. A soft breeze was blowing by, and the pink flower petals were dancing around them like fairies dancing to the music of the wind. The only thing Zexion could hear was the soft breathing of his lover, and the rustle of the leaves as the wind blew in between them.
He was now out of that fantasy world, feeling very disappointed because he never wanted the dream to end. He had never had a dream like that before, and was even more surprised that the man he had just rescued had joined him in this experience. He had only smelled cherry blossoms once before, but before this dream he had barely remembered their sweet scent. He looked outside and saw the moon high and almighty in the sky, as always, and decided that he better not go back to sleep because he might miss a moment of being with the new unknown. He wiped the sleep that still clung to his eyes off and went into his bathroom to get ready for a hard day's work. He was sure Xemnas had wanted him to work on the new Nobody as soon as possible, and truthfully that was all fine and good with him.
He slipped on a leather robe and walked out of his room without even glancing back at his bed to make sure he really didn't want to go back to sleep. He teleported down to the laboratory level, surprised to find nobody there except for the blue-haired elf sleeping on the bed with the metal shackles still fixed firmly around his wrists and ankles. He found it hard to imagine what it must feel like with those heavy iron shackles constricting your wrists and ankles, making it impossible to shift in your sleep. Zexion went over to him and looked down at his peacefully sleeping body, feeling some kind of urge to just release him and hold him tightly. But he knew Xemnas wouldn't allow that kind of behavior, especially on a new experiment. Even if those tight metal clasps looked as if they were going to make his hands fall off at any given moment. He mustn't let the man out of his horrible cage.
The man jerked his eyes open as if he had sensed that Zexion had been standing there watching over him for a few minutes now. Zexion smiled as he saw the man relax at the sight of him. He ran a bare hand over the man's cheek, feeling even better as he remembered how soft his skin was. He yelped in pain as he tried to touch back, for the iron shackle had rubbed against the fragile skin of his wrists and ankles, making the skin turn red and start to bleed. Zexion couldn't help but feel sorry for him and was now desperately fighting against his conscience to release the poor man who was now in pain because of his doing. Finally, it seemed that he had won and grabbed the keys from the mahogany desk they were resting on and unlocked the man completely, suddenly noticing that he was crying.
Zexion embraced him tightly and ran his fingers through his soft sky blue hair.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered lovingly into his pointed ear. "It's my entire fault that I've caused you so much pain."
The man whimpered in response, but smiled and stopped crying. Zexion held him for a few more minutes and finally let him sit back down on the bed, not locking him back down. Just as soon as the man sat back down, he felt the same chapped lips on his as the day before and suddenly realized that the man had gotten back up and kissed him. He must've thought that a kiss was a way to thank somebody, thought Zexion. However, instead of shunning him and telling him that just kissing somebody was wrong, he wrapped his hands around the man's neck and deepened the kiss, making the man squeak into his mouth as it turned more passionate. He smiled and thought about how cute that little noise was, and continued moving his lips to try and pry open his chapped mouth. He didn't even know why he was making matters worse, but eventually came up with the theory that it was pure instinct. The man seemed perfectly okay with this, and even opened his mouth willingly. Zexion soon discovered that the inside of his mouth was nothing like the rough exterior. It tasted like the smell of the cherry blossoms in his dream and literally made his body turn to jelly as his tongue danced with the man's.
When he finally pulled away from this new unknown, strings of saliva were hanging loosely from both of their lips, and he could still taste the sakura blossoms that were now polluting his mind. They had only explored each other's mouths for a few seconds, but it felt like a whole lifetime to Zexion. The man seemed to think so too, because Zexion smelled astonishment in him. Astonishment smelled just like roses, although he had no idea why. The man had a strange way of connecting everything to sweet smelling flowers. Maybe that was his special element. But one could never tell.
The man sat and stared at him with a look of both confusion and passion. His eyes were soft and caring as they looked at Zexion, and Zexion couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going through his mind. He was sure to be confused, Zexion knew that, but he wondered if he really understood his true motives of the kiss that they had just shared. He looked deep into the man's eyes and didn't find anything that would give it away there, so he finally decided just to tap into his mind and find out for himself. The man would never even know he was invading his cerebrum.
Concentrating all of his thoughts to the man, he suddenly found himself in a different perspective, seeing things in ways he had never before imagined them to be. He must've gone straight into the occipital lobe of his brain, he thought. He had to go to the bottom part of the frontal lobe to gain access to his memory. So far, the man hadn't even noticed that he was invading his head, which was a good thing because if he did the connection would be lost. He closed his eyes and traveled to the man's frontal lobe, where he soon heard many different tones of the man's voice yelling and whispering in his ears.
Maybe if he delved deep enough, he could even get enough information to know what his name was. That would make everything easier, and he could use the man's real name instead of "the new unknown" or "him". Zexion finally accessed the part of the lobe he needed, and concentrated his thoughts on finding the man's feelings about their passionate kiss. He found the voice he wanted and simply plucked it out from all of the others. Now, you must understand that this process takes only about ten seconds, but going into every detail of every part of it takes much longer.
Zexion took all of his remaining concentration and blacked out the world, leaving only him and the voice that he had picked out. Voices were quite interesting, and if you knew really well how to read minds, you know immediately which voice you need to pick out. A mediocre mind reader often struggles with finding which voice to listen to. Zexion however, was a master at this art and had known from the beginning of this whole process which voice he needed, which had ended up being one of the more soft and passionate ones. There were hundreds of thousands of different voices, and each one of them had a slight difference in tone and volume. The softer ones were always nicer to deal with, just because they are more comforting than loud ones.
"Who is this man?" asked the elf's voice. Zexion felt himself melt at the sound of this man's soft voice, and it echoed throughout the cavern of his mind and reverberated around and around until Zexion could imagine what the man sounded like in real life, even though he had only heard those four words come out of his beautiful mouth. "Why do I feel like this?" continued the man's delicate voice. "This man has brought me so much comfort, yet I am confused as to his methods. I know the thing where we touched lips and tickled each other's tongues with the others is called a kiss, but why does he resort to such calm methods? Whenever he does this, I feel a strange feeling dwell in my abdomen, and it feels like a million candles are burning there and my body is being electrocuted with lightning of passion. I don't know what is wrong with me! The only time I feel anything but coldness and emptiness is when he kisses me or touches me. Why is this so?"
"Because you feel about me as I feel about you!" Zexion couldn't help but interject. He immediately felt the blackness dissipate from around him, and he soon found himself back in the white room of the laboratory. He had blown it.
He looked at the blue haired man and saw that he was even more confused, yet he could never tell anything about what the man was thinking by looking into his eyes. He took a deep breath in and smelled the smell of cinnamon and baby's breath. Cinnamon had always resembled anger, and orchid always resembled relief or forgiveness. It was an interesting combination. The man, still sitting on the metal table, looked straight into his skull with his neon eyes that shone like billions of orange stars in a space of white. Zexion actually flinched at this, and he hung his head down ashamed of what he had just done. He knew it was wrong to invade somebody's head like he just did, but he had so desperately wanted to know more about this man that that must have slipped his mind. Neither of them moved for a while until the man stood up shakily from the table and put his slender hand underneath Zexion's jaw line, making the smaller indigo haired man's head lift in surprise. The man smiled, and at that moment Zexion could smell only orchid. Zexion couldn't help but smile at the man's sudden recovery and soon found the man's now smooth lips press almost expertly against his, and he couldn't help but think about the things the man might've said before this in his perfect, calming voice.
When the man pulled away again, Zexion looked once again into his beautiful eyes and opened his mouth to speak to him, but the man had taken the liberty of placing his perfectly shaped pointer finger over his lips. Zexion arched an eyebrow, but the man only broadened his smile and instead opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't speak," he whispered into Zexion's ear. Zexion hitched his breath as soon as he heard the man speak out loud for the first time. It sounded even better than all of the voices in his head put together. The man leaned in and kissed Zexion lovingly on his baby soft cheek, and bent in even closer to put his lips so close against Zexion's ear that Zexion shuddered. He heard the man draw in yet another breath and felt the warm rush of his exhale blow by his soft earlobe as he spoke once again.
"My name is Saïx," he whispered. "Don't tell."
Saïx pulled his head back so he was looking back into Zexion's navy eyes as if he were waiting for an answer. Zexion now had the courage to lift his hand up and pull Saïx's pointer finger from his lips. Saïx had no objection to this and he let his perfect hand fall to his side. Zexion leaned into him and wrapped his arms around his half naked body, which was still clothed in the apparel he had worn when Zexion had found him, and pressed his lips once more to the man's own. He sealed this promise with a kiss, and a very passionate one to be exact. They stood there for ten minutes and just kissed until they finally let each other go, immediately feeling regret for doing this. They both loved kissing each other, and each of them had never wanted it to end. Saïx lie back down on the metal bed and put his arms and legs back into the slots that were supposed to hold them, knowing that Zexion would get into trouble if he was found in the lab without his shackles locked tightly around his wrists and ankles. Once this deed was done, Zexion put the keys back to where he had found them and looked back down on his new obsession. He bent down near his ear just like Saïx had done to him only a few minutes ago and whispered something into his ear.
"My name is Zexion," he said softly, nibbling Saïx's small earlobe as he did. "And I promise not to tell yours."
Saïx smiled and said a loving "thank you" to Zexion as the Shadow Walking Tactician teleported out of the room. Each of them had never felt happier.
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Zexion soon found himself back in fields of sakura blossoms, twirling around his head as the mighty cherry scented wind blew around his slim figure. Today had been the best day of his life, and he never wanted it to end. The man that lingered in his dream had given him his name, and it was just as beautiful and mysterious as his voice. His voice and name kept replaying and floating around his head, making his feelings for Saïx grow more and more with every word and syllable. He laid his head down on the soft pillow of his bed and closed his eyes, not because he was tired - but because whenever he did he saw beautiful pink blossoms float around in a free dance that made him shiver with every twirl and turn they made. He was starting to become totally obsessed with Saïx, and every minute it was getting worse.
He heard a sharp knock at his door suddenly, and his train of thought was completely destroyed. He turned his head wearily from his pillow and gazed at the door with slightly clouded eyes.
"Who is it?" he said loud enough to make himself jump. His voice had shattered the long silence he enjoyed.
"It's Xemnas," came the muffled reply. "May I come in?"
"Of course," he answered.
Xemnas walked into the room with a sort of confused look on his face, and Zexion could smell the sour smell of confusion coming from him also. Xemnas sat down on Zexion's bed and put his hand on Zexion's ankle, which was still lying horizontal on the bed.. Xemnas looked at him straight in the eye.
"I need to talk to you, Zexion," he said.
Zexion didn't like where this was going already.
"Is there something wrong, sir?" he asked.
Xemnas took his hand off of Zexion's ankle and he crossed his legs, breaking his stare for only a few seconds.
"It's about the new nobody," he said. "Today when your four fellow members and I went in there to see how he was doing, he was acting very strange. I was wondering if you knew or did anything to cause this, judging that you are the person that found him on the street."
Zexion could feel his pulse quicken slightly, but he didn't really know why.
"What exactly was he doing that was so 'strange'?" he asked.
"Well, when all five of us went in there, we noticed that he was acting very…uncooperative, if you know what I mean. He wouldn't sit still for any tests, he would never look any of us in the eye, he always pulled on his iron restraints as if he was expecting to be let out, he kissed Xigbar once when Xigbar bent down to take a look at his face, and he seemed distracted all of the time. Now I know what you must be thinking. You might be thinking that all unknowns are like this from the start, but judging from my own personal experience with you and your four comrades, I happen to know that not one of you acted like this in the beginning stages. Would you happen to know anything about this unusual behavior of his?"
Zexion knew that Xemnas could tell when he was lying, even though he was a very good liar. He wondered why Saïx had kissed Xigbar, but he figured that the poor elf was still very confused from the many kisses he had received from Zexion. He had to come up with a believable answer before he gained suspicion from his Superior.
"I'll take a look at him," he answered, hoping Xemnas wouldn't catch on to what he was planning. He didn't see any signs of it.
"Excellent," answered Xemnas. "Come along, then."
Xemnas opened a portal and gestured for Zexion to go and step in it. Fatigued, Zexion got up from his soft bed and walked over to the dark portal that was seeping out darkness. Xemnas stepped in after him, and the portal closed.
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Xigbar and Xaldin were the only two people left in the laboratory, and they were both a good ten feet away from the man on the cold iron table, afraid that he was going to jump up at any given moment and run away. They both suddenly heard the sound of a portal being opened and saw Xemnas and Zexion step out of one. Xigbar strolled over to both of them and stood in front of Zexion impatiently.
"It took you long enough!" he grumbled angrily. "That…thing over there tried to make out with me! What the hell did you do to him?"
"Shhhh, Xigbar," said Xemnas calmly. "Zexion is here to find out what is wrong, and we don't need anybody blaming anybody for anything. Now Zexion, go over to him and work your magic."
Zexion felt uneasy about this, but he went over to Saïx anyway so he wouldn't look too suspicious. He bent over the table and looked down into Saïx's beautiful eyes, and immediately the elf smiled. He squealed with delight at the sight of Zexion's familiar face, compared to all of the unusual and scary faces he had seen all day long. Zexion tried not to smile, but it was just too hard not to when the man was so happy. Xigbar walked over to him and stood by his side.
"How come it likes you so much?" Xigbar asked, almost sounding jealous.
"Please don't call him 'it'," replied Zexion. "He is a nobody just like the rest of us, and I certainly don't call you or anybody else here by the title of 'it.'"
"I can say whatever I want," snapped Xigbar. "And I especially don't need a stupid juvenile like you telling me what to do."
Zexion suddenly felt very angry.
"Excuse me, but the last time I checked I was the smartest person here!" he screamed at Xigbar. "And you have no right to call this man any other name than the name he's supposed to be called by!"
Zexion stared at Xigbar for a good long time until Xigbar took his fist and aimed it straight at Zexion's nose, making Zexion scream in agony as warm blood oozed from it. The pain was unbearable, not only because Xigbar's punch had been so powerful, but also because that was Zexion's most sensitive area. He fell over on the ground, holding his broken nose with tears streaming down his eyes, and when he looked up he was surprised to see that neither Xaldin nor Xemnas would help him get up. They were just standing behind Xigbar with emotionless expressions on their faces. This made Zexion want to cry even more.
"You wimp!" yelled Xigbar angrily. "You NEVER boss me around, got it?"
Zexion nodded with a sour expression on his face, and Xigbar's smirk became wider. Zexion had always hated Xigbar, but now this was just going over the top. Xigbar stepped forward and kicked Zexion in the back a few times as hard as he could and then started laughing maniacally as if this were the best thing in his life. Zexion wimpered and the tears flowed faster down his cheeks, but he did not cry out or wail at all.
"I understand why this thing is so screwed up now," he said, pointing at Saïx. "It listened to YOU."
Xigbar laughed again, but it immediately stopped when he heard a primal growl behind him. He turned around and immediately paled when he saw what was standing menacingly upright behind him.
Somehow Saïx had pulled himself free of the iron shackles that were holding him down, for they were literally torn open as if they were taped on to his wrists and ankles. Xigbar's pupils dilated slightly as he saw the monstrosity that Saïx had turned into. His normally kept hair was spiked up like a blue porcupine's, his perfectly formed eyes looked like someone had taken a needle and broken through the surface of his iris, for the neon orange color looked like it spilled and settled into the whites of his eyes, his white teeth were transformed into fangs, and his girlish nails had extended and sharpened up just like claws. He looked extremely pissed.
"Oh my god," muttered Xemnas underneath his breath.
Saïx growled again and lunged at Xigbar, sinking his fangs into his neck, making the man scream out in pure agony. Saïx dug his claws into his thin arms and pressed against them so hard that they tore through the fabric and sunk into the pale flesh underneath. Xigbar tried to pry the man off, but it was to no avail. Saïx had an extremely strong grip on him, and Xigbar had to put up with the horrible feeling of the elf sucking blood out of his neck. Then all of a sudden, Saïx let go of Xigbar almost before he passed out. But he did one more thing before Xigbar did. Saïx took his hand, clenched it into a fist, pulled it back as far as he could, and punched Xigbar's nose so hard that even Xaldin and Xemnas could hear the crunch of the bone breaking as his fist collided with it. Xigbar fell over onto his face and passed out, bloody and defeated.
While Xaldin and Xemnas stood in the background, Saïx walked over to Zexion's form on the ground, who was as equally astonished with Saïx's doings as everybody else was, and lifted him up, embracing him tightly. Saïx had returned to his normal gentle self, and was softly purring in Zexion's ear and pecking him on the cheek. Xemnas, who was afraid to even go over to Saïx, inched forward slowly to see what would happen if he did. Saïx noticed this movement out of the corner of his eye and growled a warning towards Xemnas to keep him away, but Zexion tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a face that said, "It's okay to have him come over here." Saïx understood this and retracted his already returning fangs and claws.
Xemnas stepped forward and stood by Zexion, looking back at Xaldin, and then looking back at the huddled form of Zexion again.
"Zexion?" he asked.
"Yes?" asked Zexion, sounding slightly nasal because of his broken nose.
"I've made a decision."
Zexion huddled closer to Saïx.
"What is it, Xemnas?"
Xemnas looked up at Saïx, who was perfectly calm again, looking down lovingly at Zexion in his strong arms.
"I've decided to give the task of training this new unknown to you. You will need to get him a cloak, train him to speak and fight, and make sure he is responsible with his powers. Judging by how the testing table's condition is now," he said, looking at the shackles that were busted open on the table, "he will be staying in your bedroom with you."
Zexion's heart leapt when Xemnas said this.
"And also," Xemnas continued. "Take care of that precious nose of yours. You need it more than anybody."
Zexion nodded and turned to Saïx. He was still smiling down on him, and Zexion couldn't have been happier at this moment. Saïx looked happy also, and Zexion had a feeling that he had understood every word of which Xemnas had said. Saïx let Zexion down from his arms and Zexion wobbled back and forth as he stood up once again. He then looked at Xemnas and nearly hugged the man as a thank you. Xemnas's eyes opened in surprise, but he returned the hug as courteously as it was given.
"Thank you very much, Xemnas!" said Zexion, letting go of Xemnas's body. "I promise to train him well!"
Xemnas smiled.
"You'd better go get him acquainted with your room," he said, tossing Zexion a pair of clothes that he had pulled out of a drawer. "Those clothes are his, by the way."
Zexion said another thank you and teleported himself and Saïx into his room.
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About five hours later, Saïx had gotten used to Zexion's room and they were both now ready for bed, for they both felt very tired. Zexion was very excited about this night because it would be the first time he slept with his beloved Saïx, and he really hoped Saïx felt the same way. Each of them was wearing a pair of black cotton pants to keep warm during the night, but they didn't bother putting anything on on top.
As Saïx crawled into bed next to Zexion, they both shared a long and passionate kiss goodnight and they eventually fell asleep, both dreaming of sakura blossoms blowing in a sweet cherry-scented wind.
Some dreams should never end.
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Alright, that's the second chapter for you! I hoped you liked it! I know there wasn't much yaoi stuff in this chappie, but I promise there will be at least one lemon in the future.
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