Trivial Matters
There are fingers and there are pointers
He couldn't remember the last time he'd had to have Saix in his office twice in such a short span of time. The berserker seemed almost petulant, and, was that a pout? Xemnas blinked. No, just a trick of the light. Probably. Had to be.
It wasn't often he was at a loss for words, but, for the second time that week, he was finding it hard to speak. Finally, Xemnas decided to do it the direct way. "Number IV is doing some important research for me. Research that requires the use of his fingers." Well, as direct as the Superior could get, anyway.
Saix swung his… her legs slightly, exhibiting a touch of defiance in the way her fingers curled. "He has fingers," she stated matter-of-factly.
"All of them, Saix."
Though her face remained expressionless, there was a certain reluctance in her actions as she pulled the bloodied appendage from her pocket and laid it out on the white tabletop. Xemnas wasn't sure what was more disturbing; the fact that she had been keeping it in her pocket or that it looked like it had been forcibly gnawed off in the first place. However, being the Superior meant certain expectations, so he merely put the finger aside and went back to business.
"It will be awhile before Vexen recovers enough to finish running those tests, so, for the time being, I believe a new set of uniform is in order."
"It would not be strictly necessary. I have been functioning just fine in this set," replied Saix, a little perplexed. Of course, a new set would be alright too, but she didn't think it was all that important.
Xemnas glanced downward and gestured to the near obscene amount of cleavage she was showing. Odd, because she was sure she had zipped up all the way. The zip had apparently slipped. But, then again, what was wrong with showing a little cleavage?
Why was she staring down her chest like it contained the answer to the meaning of life? For the first time in a long while, Xemnas felt a flicker of doubt pertaining to the sanity of his chosen second-in-command. Of course, Saix had never been exactly what you would call 'sane', but it seemed to be getting worse. Something had to be done. He needed his capable second-in-command.
"I will be sending someone to investigate the area you were in," he declared, causing Saix to look up questioningly. "Your report mentioned the possibility of environmental factors, so I will require a map of the route you took together with any notable observations."
"I will get to it immediately," came the prompt reply. At least she was still reliable in that aspect.
In fact, if he could just move his eyes away from that damned zip, he would have to admit that Saix was still very much Saix. Same face, same expressions (or lack thereof), same attitude, same actions, almost the same voice, but, somehow, seeing those made the once-terrifying berserker seem less so. Had she... he... always been so feminine in gestures?
A hand came into his field of vision, tugging up the zip.
"If that is all, Superior..." came Saix's icy voice.
Xemnas blinked, as if waking from a spell. "Yes. Yes, you are dismissed. I want that map by tonight," he said distractedly, suddenly very interested in the papers on his desk.
Crossing her arms, the Lunar Diviner got up to take her leave. A new uniform was definitely in order.
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A/N: I've decided to try doing daily updates until this fic is done. If you, dear readers, would oblige to update my review page, I might have better luck sticking to this schedule. As music has no meaning without listeners, writing has no meaning without readers. I do hope you are at least a little entertained by this endeavour.