"You wanted to see me?"
"Ah yes, Number VI," Vexen nodded. He then added, "Finally."
It's not as if I'm deaf. I bit my tongue. One rude comment cannot be justified by another.
"I believe I asked for you more than ten minutes ago," he had his back turned to me. As if that would mask his voice.
"Blame Axel," I said coolly.
"I do not place the blame on anyone. Blame is a way of directing attention away from the situation at hand." He turned back to me. I nodded reluctantly.
"What is it that you wanted…?" I swallowed the bad taste in my mouth. "Sir?"
Vexen smiled with satisfaction. "I need you to sort these containers. Put them into the proper categories. I wouldn't want to make the mistake of giving someone a poison instead of a sedative."
I allowed myself a smirk.
"Zexion, I can see what you're thinking…" Vexen scolded.
I stood away to disguise my horrible pleasure in the thought. Perhaps if Saix were to lose his temper and require some sort of a medication…They would never allow me to administer it—an unfortunate reality.
"I've finished."
"Really?" Vexen gave me a strange sort of look. "But it's only been fifteen minutes."
"You don't have much to organize," I responded.
"…"
"Well, if there is nothing else…" I began.
"Actually Zexion, I'm afraid I have more to request of you." Vexen's voice was full of mock concern.
"Oh."
"You wouldn't mind of course, if I asked you to stay here and take care of this paperwork?" His eyes were black with glee.
"Of course…not." I said with practiced discipline.
"Oh Zexion, don't look so put-out." My elder scorned. "It's not as if you have anything better to do."
He left.
I never tire of their hackneyed remarks. Though I cannot say they are without warrant.