This is a short little one shot I wrote for my Tsuin when I was bored. I'd like to say that without this author's note it's 615 words long…haha.
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All was silent in Castle Oblivion. The nobodies all slept soundly under the same roof, missions all completed for the week. Since this was such a rare occasion Xemnas declared there be a movie night in celebration. He was all about "family bonding" this time around. But at 2 A.M Zexion awoke from his nightmares, the illusions he used turning on him in a rare display of spite. He sat up breathing heavily feeling the tendrils of the terror and bloodshed of his dreams releasing their hold on him. He sat there in his boxers (Something no one in the Organization would imagine he slept in.) reliving the terror before the moon caught his eye. The moon, the Goddess to his beloved. XV, The Sister Berserker, Kage Sobouna. Tryxel. He loved the sound of her name, Tryxel, it rolled off of his tongue like a sweet foreign treat. He sighed irritated with himself for his inability to express the way he felt for her. He adored her, treasured her…loved her and yet he could not admit it to her. It was obvious she felt for him but he could not seem to admit it aloud. Zexion shook his head and climbed out of his window onto the roof. Call him a creepy stalker but he always felt better when he sat above his beloved's room. He settled down leaning against a pyre on the roof staring at the moon.
"Well this is surprising. I never expected to find you up here and I definitely didn't take you for the boxers type." Someone commented from behind him. Zexion's breath caught in his throat. He would know that voice anywhere.
"XV." He replied his voice low. Tryxel settled down beside him leaning her head against his shoulder. Zexion blushed but hoping it was dark enough to hid it, seeing as his illusions no longer worked on her.
"Could you not sleep?" He asked and slightly tilted his head to lean against hers. He mentally kicked himself for not doing more.
"Not really, that and I just wanted to watch the Goddess." She replied. He nodded in response and they sat there for awhile enjoying each others company. Tryxel wrapped her arms around Zexion and he stiffened scooting away cursing himself as he did so.
"Fuck this I give up. See you around VI." She spat angrily. His chest clenched at the thought of her giving up on him and without thinking about it grabbed her arm refusing to let go.
"XV, please. No." He practically begged her. Tryxel stopped but made no room to sit back down.
"What do you want from me! I practically throw myself at you all of the time. You're always going hot and cold. Ha. Wait no it's more just like cold and freezing with you." She ranted. He looked up to her and stood.
"You deserve better, I know." He said looking down. Tryxel rolled her eyes turning to leave again but he just tightened his grip on her wrist. "But…I can try to be that better. If you will allow me." He finished. Tryxel smiled turning to face him.
"Try now." She said. Zexion smirked cupping her face with his hand. He leaned down capturing her lips with his own. His chest swelled with what he knew could only be called love. Perhaps Demyx was right, maybe they did have hearts. Zexion rested his forehead against Tryxel's looking into her eyes.
"Was that a nice try?" He asked her smirking. She grinned devilishly.
"There's always room for improvement." She replied. He chuckled.
"I love you, Tryxel." He said without thinking. Her response was tackling him to the ground kissing him.