I hope it kinda makes sense. Once again, I don't own KH.
Zexion was in the lab, examining the specimen he had stolen from Saix. Vexen and Lexaeus were preoccupied with something in the other room, so Zexion had his privacy. It wasn't that he had nothing better to do, it was just the fact that he smelled a chemical imbalance in Saix earlier so he needed to investigate. Considering the fact that it was Saix he could only fear the worst. The plant itself only smelled like something from Marluxia's greenhouse, but its effect on Saix was noticeable.
Upon examining it under a microscope, he thought he saw something strange – was this some form of cat nip? It was certainly no type he had ever seen before. Then he remembered Saix's behavior, and after putting two and two together he almost cracked a smile. Key word, almost. He still needed to run a few more tests on it to make sure it was what he thought it was.
After running the tests and confirming his suspicions, he had the information he needed. He knew it was a mutation of cat nip designed for Berserkers. He also knew who made it. There was only one botanist in the Organization who was capable of such handiwork. But there were two things he didn't know, and the first was why? What the hell was he thinking? Who in his right mind would give Saix of all nobodies any kind of mind – altering substance? And secondly, how will this affect his berserker mode? After all, behavioral patterns aren't so easy to find through lab tests such as the ones he was running. With what was left of the herb in hand, he went to the greenhouse to find out what exactly was going through that pink head. And for that matter, what was going through that blue head as well.
The door knocked again, louder this time. "Coming!" Marluxia yelled. He turned back to Saix and, not quite sure whether or not he'd stay in one place, made sure the stoner was as stable as possible before he rushed to the door.
"Zexion," Marluxia started, slightly surprised. It wasn't often that the schemer was seen here. "Can you come back later, I'm kinda busy."
"No, this can't wait," Zexion said. "Vexen sent me up to get some specimens. He told me that the two of you have been on good terms lately and that you have some sort of agreement," he said questioningly. (A/N – No! Not like that! Not in MY fanfics! Minds outta the gutter, people!) "And no, it can't wait. It is most urgent."
Marluxia sighed and let him in. "Fine, but make it quick." Once the door was closed, Marluxia cut to the chase. "What does he need?" he huffed with his arms crossed.
Zexion loved it when he could lie and manipulate his way into anything. He put his hand in his pocket, clutching the Berserker Nip. "He needs-" he was just about to thrust out the evidence out to show Marluxia when he was cut off by someone singing. "What is that?" he asked accusingly, digging his hand deeper into his pocket. He couldn't believe this stroke of luck! He could "accidentally" find out about Saix's uncharacteristic high and make himself look even more innocent!
Marluxia cringed as he heard a certain stoned diviner singing "and the mome raths outgrabe!"
Zexion gave Marluxia a confused look and hurried to the source of the singing with Marluxia right behind him, telling him that "It's not what it looks like!" Zexion found Saix sitting on the ground with a blanket wrapped around his head like a turban. He seemed to be talking - or singing, Zexion wasn't sure- to someone who Zexion couldn't determine.
Saix looked up and noticed that the pink flower came back with a friend with bluish gray petals. "Hey, you brought a friend!" he said drunkenly, sniffing the air. "…But he doesn't smell like a flower like you," he said with a tone of disappointment.
Zexion was speechless. He had seen Saix before, but now…what happened? Did Marluxia give him anything else? "Wow, Eleven," Zexion started, making Marluxia as uncomfortable as possible, "You better have a good explanation for this one."
Marluxia stared. First at Zexion, then at Saix. Then back at Zexion, trying to think of an explanation. "Well see, I wanted to do something nice for him for his birthday, and well…this happened."
"And…what exactly is this?" Zexion said as he gestured to an immobile Saix, who was still singing loudly and incoherently.
Marluxia sighed with a tone of defeat. "I gave him Berserker nip. I just wanted to ease the pain that the hole in his chest gives him, that's all."
"Um, Marluxia," Zexion started coldly, "I hate to break it to you, but all of us have holes in our chests. That's what makes us nobodies. That includes me, you, and him," he said, gesturing to the presently not-so-divine diviner.
"Yes, Zexion, I know what a nobody is. But he is the only one who doesn't pretend to have emotions. He's the only one who shows what a nobody really is, which is nothing. I guess he always reminded me of this reality, and I wanted to see him at least attempt to express emotion."
Marluxia thought that Zexion would just start laughing at this absurdity. Instead, Zexion just looked at him blankly. "You're still new to this nobody business, aren't you Number XI?" he asked, stressing his rank.
"Yes, I know I'm still new, but come on Zexion, don't you understand?"
Zexion thought about this for a moment. As much as he wanted to just throw the idea out the window, he had to take it into consideration. He realized he had been a nobody for far too long. "I suppose I can see where you're going with this. My only concern with him," he said, pointing to the diviner who was presently comparing his hand with a flower, "is how this affects his berserker status. But it seems that he's become more peaceful which is in direct opposition to his nature. Keep an eye on him until it wears off. When he's sober, ask him what he thinks about the whole situation. That is, if he doesn't kill you first."
Marluxia cringed at the thought.
"Good luck," he said as he patted the Assassin on the back and motioned to leave. He was rather pleased at his own ability to make it look like he didn't already know about it. He had what he needed, which was Marluxia's frame of reasoning, Saix's behavior, and some mild entertainment. That wasn't exactly something you could see every day. "And by the way, if you're growing any other illegal or mind altering substances in here, do be careful. Don't do anything stupid."
"Um, ok." Marluxia was speechless as he watched Zexion leave. He looked at Saix, who was sprawled out on the ground. Marluxia rushed over to make sure he was ok. He was sleeping off his stupor. Marluxia looked up at the sky and found that the moon was hidden behind the clouds, which he guessed was a good thing. Marluxia dragged him back to the grass bed and made him comfortable, draping the blanket back over him. He's kinda cute when he's sleeping. Almost like a puppy. Too bad we're all so afraid of him. He watched as the usually intimidating Number VII snuggled deeper in the grass with a cozy smile.
"And the mome raths outgrabe" is also an Alice in Wonderland verse. Twas Brillig, people!
Yeah, I know it's a bit fluffy. So shoot me.