A/N:Sorry, but once again, this has become more serious than I planned it to be... yes, that means that if you don't find this chapter serious, even in the slightest bit, then the rest will be crack to you...
Xaic(formerly - CuteAnimeBoysMakeMePant -) has no bonds or ties to Kingdom Hearts 2 (X: except for those in my lonely heart! ;-;).
Over the few weeks that had passed since the strained encounter, Demyx had kept an eye on Zexion. He started noticing that Zexion always had this forlorn look upon his face. It seemed as if he was sad… though that was a forbidden word around him. Demyx refused to believe they didn't have hearts. How could one exist without having a heart? He supposed some people could argue on the grounds that they could have souls, but not hearts… though that didn't make much sense to him. They had physical bodies, and… and…. And he was staring to think more like a scientific debater than a Sitar-playing Nocturne.
Soft whispers and harsh cutting words sliced through the white halls of the Castle That Never Was as Demyx made his way to the slumbering hall that belonged to the rooms of numbers six through ten. He could hear the voices clearly, and made them out to be Larxene and Roxas, the latter being given orders from Larxene to never go in her room again… and there was also something to do with Lemonade and Spinach. Paying no more attention to the conversation rooms away, he came upon the door of The Cloaked Schemer, diagonal from his own.
He stared at the door, wondering what lay beyond it. As far as he knew, no one-not even the superior- had ever been in there except for which it belonged to. But maybe…. just possibly, he could change that.
Looking around for a sign of movement, there was no other disturbance other than that far-off chew-out from Larxene. He drug his eyes over to the door once more, a smug, innocent smile slowly taking over his face. He reached for the handle and lightly touched it. Suddenly, a weird feeling passed through him. To him, it felt like an invisible, swelling wave of Aloe Vera (AN: Don't know where that came from… --;;;) passing through his insides. Yeah, that weird.
Though it felt like much longer, the feeling lasted no more than a split second. He grabbed his stomach with his free hand, and pressing inwards while pushing his stomach out (I hope you get what I mean by that) and holding his breath, he opened the door all the way and peeked through the small crack. He would ignore the feeling… thinking it was only a signal that he had entered. Noting that he probably had a set time limit, he acted faster than previously planned.
Highlighting only a strip of the room, the door was forcefully pushed open more as he snuck inside. Step by step, his short strides led him to the middle of the dark room. Many members of the Organization had made the right assumption of the member this room belonged to. He was most certainly tidy. As he looked further into the room shrouded in darkness, he noticed a desk in a corner of the room, covered in papers… it was the only place where there seemed to be no order.
Quickly, he scuttled over reminding himself of the precious seconds he had and glanced at the title of the papers on the raised platform of wood.
He tilted his head and picked them up, wondering what they were. It wasn't that often that they saw VI disorderly… in fact, this would be the first for Demyx.
He vaguely wondered about the others…. Had they ever seen anything like this come from The Cloaked Schemer? He wouldn't think so. All he basically heard from the members who bothered to talk to him, were that he had a huge stick up his non-existent arse.
Then, he noticed a familiar name on the documents. Not too familiar, mind you, but he had seen it before… or perhaps he had only just heard it… or he could just be imagining this whole thing… but that didn't seem likely.
"Hey… that's the name of the new girl? (AN: The mysterious XIV, ne::smirk::), Xaic? And… reports? Is she going to be the next superior or… is she a spy?!" He whispered in a frantic voice. His eyes widened as he heard a voice come from down the hall, faintly reaching his ears.
Wait a sec….
"-ot it Memorized?"
He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that it was only Axel…
… Who doesn't talk to himself.
"Why would I need to memorize such insolate words that have come from your mouth?"
… Who just so happened to be conversing with the owner of the room.
Before he even realized it, his body was moving to the partially open doorway, and closing it slowly as to not draw attention to it by moving it too suddenly. He made sure the door was fully closed before summoning a dark portal and stepping through it. He could've sworn that he heard the door click open just before the portal disappeared.
It didn't occur to him that he still held those once scattered papers in his hand until he landed with a soft thud in his own room, dropping them to the ground.
