Trivial Matters
Anatomy of a shark bite
For an organisation to run smoothly and efficiently, the leader had to know the strengths and weaknesses of each of its members, as well as how to best capitalise on said strengths. For example, if he needed something done quietly, he would not send some-no-one like Xaldin or Lexaeus, who were wont to garner unneeded attention by sheer virtue of size. If he needed something done thoroughly, he would definitely not ask for Demyx. In this case, he needed some-no-one non-threatening (well, not too threatening), competent and adept at extracting useful information.
After narrowing down the list, Xemnas was left to ponder his options. In an ideal situation, he would have just sent Saix and have been done with it. It was a wonder how many people could be distracted by that fluffy blue hair. Most would start with the impression that, hey, it's blue, it's fluffy, what harm could it possibly do? Information would flow, and, if the hair didn't do it, the disembowelment usually did. The problem was, Saix had already been there once, and extreme violence just wouldn't cut it twice.
Axel usually did a fine job of finding things out. He had a way with people and a brilliant enough mind to draw the right conclusions. Unfortunately, people had a tendency to die around him, probably because most creatures do expire when engulfed in flames.
Then there was Marluxia, who probably would do a rather decent job. He was prone to missing details, however, even though he got the big picture every single time. For this particular investigation, details were paramount. Besides… if any-no-one were to suffer the same fate as Saix, Xemnas sure as hell didn't want it to be Marluxia. He needed to keep a back-up that he could actually look in the face.
That was why Zexion was currently in his office looking through the map. Small, non-threatening, manipulative with powers of illusion to boot. Trained as a scientist, his attention to detail would be useful for this investigative trip. Besides, if he got turned into a girl, probably no one would notice...
Which led to the question of how in the nine hells they managed to miss Saix's transformation. For six whole weeks. It was something he would rather not think about, because it led to images of said diviner, and, more specifically, images of the diviner's divine assets. He did not want to go there. He did not want to start wondering how Zexion would look with... with a chest. Or anyone else, for that matter. However, once he started, he just couldn't get the images out of his head.
Zexion, Marluxia, Axel, Demyx, Xaldin... Xaldin?
Zexion glanced up from the map when he heard Xemnas make a strange, strangled sound.
"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked casually, having an inkling of what could have put that odd look on the Superior's face.
"Trust me, you don't want to know," replied Xemnas. If only there was a way to unsee mental images...
Zexion merely smirked and took his leave.
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A/N: Two little notes. One, if the chapter titles seem to make nearly no sense, it's true: they are perfectly random with the most tangential relations to the chapter. Two, this fic is not going to have pairings. It's going to have male bodies lusting after a female body, but that's it. They're Nobodies, remember?