A/N: Welcome to yet another edition of Xion's Opinions! XD Up today is a certain Organization member who has received numerous accusations as to his emoness (so-called, of course). It's the one, the only, Zexion aka the rival of our silly little heroine! Truth is, I don't know who is paired up with who when it comes to Organization missions, so I decided to wing it. OK, I'll shut up now.

Disclaimer: I have no rights or claims or other assorted law thingies over KH.

Chapter 6: Zexion...the Unpredictable One

Now, I get to the most difficult yet entrancing member of all: Zexion the Cloaked Schemer. He is one tough cookie to crumble; really, I can't figure him out at all. There are very brief moments in time in which he truly seems to like me, even so far as to care about me. I'm speaking crazy talk, right? I mean, I told you how much I have despised him. So, why am I second-guessing myself? I didn't know the answer myself until a while back—more on that later. I now give a brief description of Zexion's outward appearance. His hair is kind of weird...but kind of cool. It overlaps in strands curtaining his face, making a nice effect on his overall features.

I have no idea why I'm flattering his hair. I guess I just...like it. It aids him in standing out and being a unique individual. I do grudge the fact that I find that venerable. His hair is slate gray too, which surprisingly doesn't make him look older—it's just dark enough to prevent that from being reality. And his cerulean eyes...glowing with malice, indifference, or whatever "mood" he's in at the moment. Sometimes, those eyes wow me with their iridescent beauty. Weird, huh? I normally wouldn't praise the kid like this.

He utilizes his giant, size-of-Kingdom-Hearts lexicon for battle, as well as the power of illusion. Usually, this is the part of this description when I say he's training to become a librarian/street magician. Today I refuse to fabricate such trash at all. I guess Zexion has an awesome power, too. And to think, he has no idea that I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt when it comes to this. So, get this—he clones himself, too. Screw science! He does this with barely any effort at all. OK, maybe he doesn't have the most brawny body type in the world, but his fighting skills more than make up for that. It's too bad that that one time in Wonderland he refused to help me. Really, he's about the number five fighter in Organization XIII.

What truly amazes me concerning Zexion is he looks about my age (fifteen), yet he prefers to act like someone twenty years his senior. And his pompousness drove me away from him, which was probably what he wanted in the first place. Why do I know this? Well, one memorable night on an outdoor balcony at HQ revealed the reason why he acted so coldly and distantly toward me prior to this. I stood on that balcony, the nocturnal wind rushing through my raven hair as it played with the stands. Counting the stars out of boredom, I climbed up onto the rail to get a better look. I thought about the incident earlier that day, the one in which I slapped Zexion's face at Wonderland. Somehow, I regretted that deeply.

Normally, I would move on with stuff like that, considering I am a Nobody and that I'd rather not rue anything. But that night, I did, and it annoyed me. I had to get over it. Zexion had immensely insulted me; I couldn't let him get away with it. Still...

"Number Fourteen, I'd advise you to climb off that rail before you get seriously injured."

My honed sapphire eyes narrowed their intense gaze at Zexion, who stood coolly behind me with that (you guessed it) smirk on his face.

I crankily alit from the rail and strode toward him. "What are you doing here, Zex?"

Instead of getting on the defensive, he calmly flicked back obstructive strands of his hair, like he usually does. "I came to talk about what occurred at Wonderland today."

Waving a dismissive hand, I snorted disdainfully. "Oh, that? Whatever, you got what you deserved."

His smirk vanished. "How can you be so sure?"

"You hate me—that much is obvious. We both know we've had this rivalry since Xemnas paired us up to work together. Just admit it!" I shouted this last sentence, turning away from him to study the nighttime landscape again.

I heard quiet, carefully paced footsteps sneaking up on me. Hair by my ear was removed, and Zexion's placid voice murmured, "I don't hate you, Xion. I never did."

He actually called me by my full name. He never did that except earlier that day but before that, never. Zexion wasn't as predicable as I thought. Bewildered, I spun around to face him; his face was so close to mine. He was rather...handsome, a fact I had never accepted until that moment. And his eyes softened incredibly with a possible emotion that couldn't have existed. Still, there it was...love.

"Actually," I whispered, afraid to break this with anything louder, "I never hated you either. But, we're Nobodies...none of that matters."

"I prefer not to think about that," he breathed as he carefully wrapped his arms around my waist. Before I knew it, he started exploring my back with his hands, feeling every muscle tenderly. I never knew Zexion had it in him to do something like this.

I yielded to his touch, considering he had long since discarded that seemingly eternal sneer. In the mean time, I traced the gentle yet strong contours of his face with my fingers. I could have sworn he trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry for...for making you made and being stupid and immature and—"

He pressed a finger to my lips to silence me. "It is all right. After all, if you didn't do those things, you would not be the Xion I know."

"Good point there," I replied with a cautious smile.

Picking up a piece of my hair, Zexion sifted it through his fingers, sniffing it with his abnormally sensitive nose. "You have a very captivating scent."

"Um...thanks. I guess you like the smell of cheeseburgers at night."

He, out of characteristically, chuckled and therefore made that musical sound again. "I'm assuming I do."

Leaning closer to my face, he neared his lips toward mine. Even though part of me screamed to kiss him, I went with the other part of me and turned my face away. I couldn't gamble with this, especially without a heart.

"I can't," I explained, noting his confused expression. "I guess I'm so used to you insulting me and all that, that I don't know if this is a trick."

Zexion sighed and released me with heavy reluctance. "I understand, Xion. After all, I have been the most arrogant fool toward you that I—"

Even if what he said was true, I still didn't want to observe him in the middle of deprecating himself. "Shhh, it's OK. I just want to give it some time. I'm used to being a swinging single, you know."

He laughed again. "You have a point. I'll see you later."

Before he left, though, I tugged at his sleeve. "Zexion?"

"Yes, Xion?"

"You're not doing this for one night, are you?"

"Doing what?" Zexion questioned, his cerulean eyes clouding over with puzzlement.

Exhaling deeply, I had to give an explanation once more. Guys can be so complicated whenever they wish to be.

"I was hoping that...you'd still be nice to me tomorrow and the day after that."

I almost thought a smile curved his delicate lips. "I won't say rude things any more after today. I was denying the inevitable before, but I realize now that that merely resulted in conflict."

Instinctively, I pecked his cheek. He had such soft skin.

Zexion stiffened from shock at this sudden impulse I executed. A scarlet blush stained his pallid ivory face.

I wore my customary smirk as I told him, "You know, you should act your age more often. I like it."

"I suppose I do act too much like an elderly man," he whispered, fingering the place on his face where I kissed him. And as I left, I don't believe that his fingers abandoned that spot.

So, as it turns out, Zexion did follow through with his promise. He hasn't irked me after this, which befuddles the more observant members. Trust me, if they even knew what had happened that night, they would understand.

A/N: Sorry to disappoint you, fans of other Xion-related pairings. I decided one day, when I was on here, to look and see what random pairings had not been thought up of yet. Technically, this happened to be one of them. So, let the records show that I have made up the Zexion/Xion fandom. Yaaaaay! I wanted to have a story with yet another crack pairing. I'm addicted to that sort of thing! XD

And yes, I know that Zexion is not fifteen but probably close to that age. Anyway, what do you think of this random pairing that I made up?

EDIT: OK, for the record, I did not invent Zex/Xion. However, I would like to give a HUGE kudos to the person who did. I'm sorry I failed to give you credit the first time around. So, my bad. XD