Yeah, I'm still trying to figure out how to use this website. I'll figure it out soon. And I still don't own the Organization.
Saix stumbled through the hall, trying to regain his composure before confronting Marluxia. He had calmed himself beforehand just in case he ran into any of the other Organization members, but holding the herb in his hand was almost too much for him. Just a few more doors to go. You can do this, Saix. His glazed eyes continuously scanned the halls, making sure no one would catch him in this state.
"Fancy meeting you here," said a voice from behind.
Saix jumped and spun around. Is this dreaded herb dulling my senses?! Or simply lowering my guard? Saix thought as he faced the Cloaked Schemer.
"And what, pray tell, are you up to?" Zexion asked, motioning to Saix's disheveled appearance and…what was that in his hand? "What's that?"
"Oh, this, um, well," Saix stammered. Damnit, is this affecting my ability to think as well? Fuck it, just tell him. He can probably smell it anyway. "I was, um, just going to ask Mar, um, 'leven. C-can you smell it?"
Zexion was a bit suspicious of the whole situation, but decided to tell him the truth. "I didn't smell a thing. That herb just looks like something from the greenhouse. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm supposed to help Vexen in the lab." With that, Zexion swished past Saix and into a portal of Darkness.
If Saix was in his right mind, he would've been suspicious. Why would Zexion talk to Saix in the first place if he just had to leave anyways? What was he doing there? Why the hell couldn't he smell that? Is it just me? Unfortunately for him, he was just trying to get to Marluxia's room in one piece. He didn't even notice the fact that Zexion stole a small part of the plant as he brushed past Saix into the portal…
When he finally made it to the door marked XI, he pounded on the door and growled. Annoyed and frustrated, he waited a few minutes. Wait, more "feelings"? Is that what this is? I sure hope this doesn't affect my berserker form. That could be a disaster. After his patience wore through, he slammed open the door to find the room empty. Growling to himself, he stormed out of the room and headed to the one other place he could expect to find the Assassin- the greenhouse. Snapping his head up in realization, he summoned a portal to the place. He'd be damned if he was going to risk weaving through the castle to get all the way to the greenhouse. It was bad enough that Zexion caught him, but what about the others? What if it had been Axel or Demyx? Or worse yet, the Superior? Saix shuddered at the thought. He tried his best to be strong for his Superior, to be the one he could count on, but if he was caught in his moment of weakness neither one would be pleased.
Saix found himself at the doors of the greenhouse. Finding it unlocked, he went inside to find a certain pink haired nobody busily digging at the earth.
Marluxia pricked his head up at the sound of the door opening. He saw an angry looking Saix with the Berserker nip. Marluxia decided to play dumb. The last thing he needed was Saix tearing up the garden. "Hey Saix, what's up?" he asked with a smile, leaning on his shovel.
"What's up?! What's up?!" Saix growled. How dare the florist play innocent! "This is what's up!" He thrust the plant out to show Marluxia. "In the name of the Moon, what the hell is this?!"
Marluxia looked at the plant like he'd never seen it before. Then he snapped back in realization. "Oh, that! It was something I concocted just for you! Do you like it?" he asked sweetly.
Saix couldn't take it anymore. How dare that pink haired bastard talk to him so nicely, like nothing happened! "What the hell does that mean?! Have you gone fuckin' nuts?!" He could feel the hair on the back of his neck prickle, which he knew was the beginning of his berserker rage. Aw shit, so it does make me go berserk easier…
Marluxia cringed and backed up as he saw that look in Saix's eyes. He knew that Saix only used his berserker form when he absolutely had to. Maybe the berserker nip had a side effect, which in this case was irritability. Note to self: If I live to make a next batch, make sure it doesn't make him cranky. "I just wanted to do something nice for your birthday. And you didn't answer my question: Do you like it?" he said cautiously but as casually as he could muster.
"Do I like it?! What the shit is that?!" Saix screamed. He was halfway to his full berserker state, and at this point any hope of logical thought had disappeared. "Here's how much I like it!" he screamed with the instability of a madman. He took the herb, stuffed it in his mouth and swallowed it. "There, now it's gone!! Now there's nothing for me to like!!"
Marluxia stood back with shock and awe…and tried not to laugh hysterically. Holy shit, did he just eat that?! All of it?! That was not my intention! But I gotta admit, I wonder how it will affect him?