My body… it started to feel like I was overexerting it, and walking was becoming a challenge. Eleven sensed my weariness, and carried me to our base.
"I see you're tired, Zexion. Why don't we get you something to eat?"
Eleven found a unique restaurant. The restaurant was a nice "Italian", as the locals called it. I have never tasted this kind of food, and was a well needed change of pace. As our waiter lead us to our booth, she noticed my size, and asked if we needed a booster seat. Before I could state my opinion, Eleven happily obliged.
"Eleven! What is the meaning of dis?" I whispered to him.
"You won't reach the table without it, so stop being stubborn."
Our argument ceased as we slid into our booth. I was famished, and the meals looked very appetizing. I reached for the adults menu, but was handed kids menu with some crayons and a color by number picture.
"Look at the menu Zexion, they have a really good selection." Eleven insisted.
"Do they include free deserts?" I sarcastically asked. What I really wanted was the Veal Scaloppini, and a draft of red wine, but I had to settle for the spaghetti and sparkling grape juice. I wrote on the back of the color by number, "I hate Eleven", until the crayon was reduced to a nub.
"Your dinner is served!" the waiter said as the delicious Italian food came around. I was eager, in a sense, expecting an artistic culinary creation, instead, it was a face made out of the sauce and meatballs. I was not amused.
"You've got to be kidding me." I was shocked and angry at the presentation of my food. Apparently, the waiter heard my complaint.
"Is there anything wrong bambino?" she asked.
I was going to give her a piece of my mind about the food, but I felt the murderous aura of Twelve and Eleven. I gave up my argument with a scowl, and ate. Truthfully, the food was delicious, but apparently the transformation had impaired my eating abilities, and I wore the food, rather than ate it.
"Looks like someone needs a bath." Eleven said to me. Judging by my new accessories, I really needed one. As we paid the check, the waiter told us that it was kids eat free day, so it saved us some munny for later use.
"Vexen, can you and Larxene get Zexion some cloths and a bath ready? I need to talk to him for a sec." Eleven whispered to Twelve and Four while I waited in our base's main room.
Our base was more like a house, and each room was themed for each respective member. I had no say on how I wanted my room decorated, which I will explain later.
"Zexion," Eleven said calmly. "I want you to know that now is not the time to be defying neither me, nor the others."
"Eleven, I am still me, and nothing will change that." I shot back. I knew he was right. It wasn't the time to be defiant, but I wasn't about to be coddled either.
"The Superior put us in charge of watching and taking care of you." He got down to my eyelevel, the same way the Superior had done. "There will be a few changes to your room for the sake of keeping you safe. We don't know the extent of the damage yet."
"So you're saying that I need to be monitored constantly, or I might disappear?" I was not surprised by the Superior's orders, nor did I question why they followed them; I wouldn't want to be turned into a Dusk either.
"His cloths are ready." Twelve shouted from my "room".
"So is the bath with the special blend." Four added.
I was eager to take a bath ALONE with my thoughts, but I wanted the time mainly to think about my situation. Eleven, unfortunately, thought otherwise.
"Let's go, shall we?" Eleven asked as he carried me to the bathroom. I realized that he, or someone else, was going to help me take a bath. I wasn't about to allow that.
"You're not going to help me take a bath!" I protested as I struggled in his arms. Imagine if you had to be assisted in such a private task, especially if you were more than capable of doing it yourself.
"Zexion calm down, no one is going to hurt you." Eleven was trying to calm me down, but I was not going to cooperate that easily.
"I am more than capable of doing it myself, Marly!" I cannot believe I just used his nickname. Am I to become a drooling babbling idiot, forced to grow up again?
"Wait, did you just call me "Marly"…? Never mind." He used a flower to calm me down. It smelled like lavender, but stronger.
"What… is… happening?" I felt my will power drain from me, and I felt relaxed, almost drowsy. The bath didn't help my drowsiness either; it was so warm and soothing.
I was drifting away while I was dressed, and put to bed. The day had drained me completely, and I fell into an easy, peaceful slumber. When I awoke the next morning, I was extremely angry.
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