Hey everyone here is another chapter this one was inspired by a simple word: control. It is a word that describes life and also the meaning to lose control. Our fair Zexion is experiencing control and its losses. Note there is minor cursing in this chapter.
"I needed control over this farce" was all I could think about as Vexen was assisting me into the tub. I was embarrassed, confused, and scared all these new emotions were rushed.
I was also ashamed of myself, I felt I had no say in my choices or the way I eat, even my body is starting to submit to this form.
"Vexen what's happening to me," I needed to know I wanted some info like they were hiding something from me, are they?
"Zexion, I will tell you everything after I clean you up and get you changed." Vexen told me as I began to cringe on the word change.
"Oh by the love of Kingdom hearts not that." I was assuming the worst whatever pride I had left was gone all was there was frustration.
Vexen must have known what I was thinking and quickly told me that everything will be alright. I was on the verge of tears the fear and anxiety was over whelming I could not turn my emotions off for some reason.
"Now I have no control over my emotions." Was all I could think while holding my tears back.
"Shhhhh its ok let it out," Vexen comforted me he kept telling me that everything will be alright just like a father. All I wanted was control, I wanted my old boring life back, and would gladly keep the mundane and predictable existence of a Nobody but this was all new to me. In all my years of existing I never seen this, no one could have seen this situation; how do I solve this? All I did was cry silently in the cold bath tub.
I felt bitter not better after the last of my tears dried away I was hungry and I began to whine. Those childish tendencies came back full force I notice this when I was tired or in a weak state.
"Let's get you something to eat shall we, "Vexen said to me as he started to change me this was awkward, Vexen was my colleague not my father not any more at least.
I do not remember my child hood very well my parents died when I was young; I wonder what were they like? I do remember a lullaby that my mom would sing to me when I had a nightmare. I could not find any relevance to the matter until a certain Melodious Nocturne showed up as I arrived downstairs with a defeated look on my face.
"The events leading up to now I had no say no control of my actions, or the forces that guide my fate…which guided my meaningless non-existence. I had no pride but shame and now a simple task as my body using the bathroom has been taken.
"Put me down Waxen!" I was fed up no I could not take any more of it. My body was shaking in pure rage I screamed.
"WHY DOES THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO ME?" I screamed tears rolling down my face I was starting to lose composure but it did not matter I was finally speaking my mind out.
"It's not fair!" I kept repeating to myself. I was on my knees crying the pint up aggression like a dam released from my body. All I felt was a warm embraced from that infernal Nocturne who held me as I let out another wail.
I realized that I was no longer Zexion who was moody, sarcastic, and manipulating. No I was weak and scared of the uncertain I was only a child. I was still crying when I heard a familiar melody from a Melodious Nocturne.
It was coming from my friend; apparently he knew that something was wrong with me. The tune oddly enough calmed my cries to a simple hiccup.
"Are you ok Zexion?" Said Demyx as he saw the hurt in my eyes but what happen to me next was shocking.
"Big bruh-bruh," was all I said before I blacked out.
A cliffe for all your readers out there I need help writing the next chapter note this is not a Zemyx fanfic. Any appropriate idea is welcomed please review and tell me your ideas thanks.
_Toshiro Stealhert_