Within the Organization it was clear when something happened to be amiss. Even more so when it was Zexion. It started when he ended up taking longer on missions. It was gradual, but after a while it was very noticable. He'd also return slightly disheveled. However he did complete his missions with the same punctuality as he always did. So I will refrain from saying anything for now.
It only took a matter of a few more days before it became obvious that something was amiss.
Everyone else had returned and has been done for a few hours. Zexion still has yet to even RTC. It's simple recon, if anything he'd have been done very early. I made my way over to one of the lounge chairs to wait. After a short while a corridor opened and he stepped out, slightly more unkempt then usual. "Zexion."
"VII." He looked over and gave me a nod.
"Would you sit down for a moment? I need to run something by you." The schemer paused for a moment as if he was debating it, but he then turned and made his way over to the chair across from me.
"What might that be VII?" He sat down and crossed his leg, then his sapphire eyes met with my amber ones. He said nothing about me using his name rather than his number.
"You've been taking longer to do your missions." Zexion looked at me with a blank expression.
"...This leads me to believe that there is some type of problem then, no?" I couldn't tell him in a blunt matter without compromising my own dignity and I didn't want to sound like I was insulting him.
"It seems... that you've been issues with completing your missions." Zexion went comment back, but I motioned him to wait. "It's not that you aren't completing them, you return disheveled and you take a long time. Even when it's recon."
"Perhaps then you are sending me missions that are beyond my skill set." I felt a frown form on my face, I did expect the sarcasm from him. But he still dodged my question.
"That is not what i'm saying. I'm asking if something is wrong with you." He leaned back a bit, his blank expression changing a bit. It felt like there were no longer a few feet between us.
"You're insinuating that I don't meet the standards." He sneered, "as far as I'm concerned there was never a time limit set for missions VII." Zexion moved his hand to rest on his chin, it was clear he was debating something now.
"That is not what I'm saying."My eye twitched.
"If it's not then what exactly are you saying VII?" I almost was ready to throw something at him, I felt my anger building up. I bit my lip in an attempt to oppress it. "Speak up now? It is you who wanted to speak to me."
After a brief silence I slammed my fist on the table, "Do you not notice that you return hurt?! From simple recon no less!"
I looked back to see that his expression changed back to the blank one he usually wore, "I do notice that, and you seem to forget that I injure easily."
Did he not get it? Or is he simply playing coy? I clenched my fist. "Are you ill?" I felt my breathing change, I was slowly reaching my boiling point.
"I am not VII."
"Do you have no concern for your own well being! It's important if you haven't noticed!"
"When did this happen? I was not aware that I mattered here. Or is that coming from your master." I saw my eyes go red and within a matter of seconds I almost wrapped my hand around his thin neck. I stopped myself right before hand and looked him right in the eyes again.
Had I or anyone else in this organization been able to understand how his mind works I would surmise that he'd be a bit surprised, however he simply looked back at me. Zexion let his hand fall to the armrest of the chair. "He is not my master." What was I doing? "I have my own concerns."
Zexion raised his arm and pointed his index finger at me. "Then I would suggest you mind your own business VII. You have no need to involve yourself with my own affairs. If I happened to be ill I would have discussed this with IV." He leaned in a little closer to me, "So I suggest if you like your mind as is you leave me be. If I happen to fall 'ill' I'll make sure to let you know since you suddenly seem to care." I faltered after his statement, the thought alone was concerning as not one of us knew what he was capable of. But I swore I heard malice in his voice.
I stood up and attempted to regain my composure, "Fine." I walked away before I ended up hearing another remark, as I was leaving I heard him scoff.
A/N:
I've reworked this chapter now as well.
I have a bit of a head canon that Zexion is somewhat sadistic and often uses sarcasm when it's not needed.
I also took a bit of a liberty in Saix's personality.
Also hey look the chapter is in one point of view only.
I also made a reference to the Puppy/Dog! Saix that the fandom has come up with. I feel that some members could misinterpret the business partnership easily. However Zexion's just mocking him.