"Number XIII, have you seen Number VI?"
Roxas looked up from his drawing to see Saïx standing beside him, his arms crossed and orange eyes narrowed. "I think he's in his room. Either that or the library...why?"
"He borrowed one of my books the other day and I'd like it back." He looked over Roxas's shoulder, blue hair hanging in his eyes. "What are you drawing?"
Roxas quickly flipped the paper over and said, "Nothing."
"Whatever." Saïx flipped his hair back and left the room.
Roxas let out a sigh of relief. "Phew. That was a close one." He flipped the drawing back over. "This is for Axel's eyes only."
Saïx knocked on a midnight blue door. "Number VI? Are you in there?"
Zexion opened an eye sleepily. He was still laying on top of Demyx, their clothes still on the floor.
"Number VI?!"
The slate haired man sat up abruptly, sitting on his knees, still straddling Demyx. "Shit," he hissed climbing off of Demyx, standing. More knocks on the door.
Demyx opened his eyes and yawned. "What's wrong Zexy?"
"Saïx is at the door," Zexion said pulling his cloak over his naked body.
"Shit! Un-tie me!"
"No time, just be quiet." Zexion opened the door a crack. "What do you want Number VII?"
"The book you borrowed from me if you're finished with it," Saïx said looking down at the shorter man.
"Uh, sure. Let me find it...wait out there." Zexion closed the door and hurried over to the night stand.
"What does he want?" Demyx whispered trying to sit up.
"His book back," Zexion said picking up a red book.
"Zip the bottom of your cloak," the blonde said, "When you move, I can see your legs."
Zexion pulled the lower zipper down, hiding his bare legs. "Thanks." He hurried back toward the door, looking at the book. "Wait a minute, this isn't Saïx's. Dammit. Where is his book at?" He went to a bookshelf, running a finger along the books spines.
"Number VI? What's taking so long?" Saïx asked him from the other side of the door.
"I'm having a little trouble finding it," Zexion said sinking to his knees, looking on the lower shelves.
"Well, I can help..." Saïx opened the door.
"No!!" Zexion yelled bolting up.
Saïx froze, his eyes wide. Zexion hid his face in his hands. Demyx struggled even more with the ropes, his ocean eyes wide, his cheeks burning bright red. "Uh, Number VI, is there a particular reason why Number IX is tied up to your bed...without any clothes on?"
Zexion peeked through his fingers, his face red as well.
"On second thought, I don't want to know."
Zexion handed him a book and said, "Here. Please don't mention this to the Superior."
Saïx merely nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Damn," Zexion said leaning against the footboard, un-tying Demyx's feet.
"He's going to tell the whole castle, isn't he?" Demyx asked as he feet were freed.
"Probably, if Larxene didn't tell everyone first." Zexion freed Demyx's arms and the blonde sat up. "Well, technically, the only thing she saw was kissing," Zexion said sitting beside him.
"Don't worry about it," Demyx said wrapping his arms around the slate haired man, "So we'll get a speech about how we shouldn't 'pretend' to have hearts from the Superior." He kissed his cheek. "Axel and Roxas get a speech every day. It doesn't bother them any. What's the worst that could happen?"
rofl i bet Saïx has nightmares!