Of course, VI went right back to being his usual, fast punctual self. Almost as if nothing happened in the first place. Of course, I never expected the course of events that would follow. "Zexion, your report."

Zexion quickly returned to being punctual, as if nothing had happened in the first place. However that only made the future events more of a surprise. The illusionist walked through the corridor after returning from yet another recon mission. "Your report from the prior mission?"

"Of course, VII." He pulled the report out of thin air and handed it to me. "Anything else?"

"That would be all as of now." Zexion turned to leave, however it only took a few steps before his face almost connected with the floor. When I mean almost I was close enough to catch him before it did, Kingdom Hearts knows there would be hell to pay if he did get hurt further. I laid him down on his back to see if he was conscious or not. "Zexion...?" It seems like he wasn't. I picked him up, it's not often when anyone blacks out let alone Zexion of all people. Considering the situation I wasn't even sure what to do, I was more baffled than anything else. I suppose I should take him to Vexen, do I ask him? It's kind of pointless but I may as well. "Zexion, I'm going to take you to four."

"...Don't do that." I barely heard the schemer's response, but I realized that there was something laced in his voice that wasn't there before. I should take him to four, but why would he even consider not going? Is he hiding something? I can't take him back to his own room, since IV would check there... I don't need much sleep and I could keep an eye on him if I took him to my own room. I shifted Zexion in my arms so I could summon a corridor, once it was summoned I walked through it.

I vaguely remember the feeling of falling, which leads me to believe that was what occured after my eyes closed against my will. It was a bit blurry of what happened after that, but I do remember being in the air. Held by someone? I did mumble an answer to whatever benign question I was asked, if that's what it was.

I don't quite remember falling back, but I did wake up in a room that was not my own. Someone had also removed my cloak, shoes and gloves at one point. What even happened? I wasn't that tired before. After a small struggle I opened my eyes to see one of the large bay windows that was standard to a bedroom in the castle. The light that came through the window seemed to do a good job of lighting the room. "Where am I...?"
"It certainly took you long enough to wake up, but at least you are up." I barely realized I even spoke, but it did confirm that the room I was in happened to belong to VII. I was now beginning to pinpoint his scent. "You nearly hit the floor after you gave me your report." I heard his boots click against the floor as he made his way over to the bed. "If you're wondering why you're here it's because you did not want me to take you to four." That was probably what I answered. VII perched himself on the edge of the bed.

I looked over to him, his eyes were the first thing that caught my attention. He carried a "calm" demeanor but his eyes directly contradicted that. Worry. Concern. Anger. How funny that his eyes show the emotion he cannot feel. I almost wanted to laugh at the irony of it, the very same person who was about to asphyxiate me is now concerned about me. "You seem like you've got something to say VII."

"What is wrong with you? You don't just black out like that." He certainly was blunt.

"I'm fatigued." Which I knew was a lie.

"So you show no signs and then black out?"

"Yes."

"Liar." The same emotions in his eyes could now be heard in his voice. I don't have a clue why he would be so "angry" with me.

"Tell me something that we don't already know."

"You've been in and out of delirium and unconsciousness for about three days, I'm pretty sure that's not from fatigue." Why was he even "worried" about me? I'm under the impression he wants me dead so he can move up in rank.

"What?" Three days? It didn't even feel like that long to me.

"You've had a fever and in your state of delirium you talked about some scientific formula."

"So you've got me there." I went to sit up, however I stopped in the process when I felt a sharp "pain" run up my spine. The spelled bandages were loose.

"Spill it Zexion."

"You act like i'm hiding something."

"If you, the Cloaked Schemer of Organization XII were not hiding something it would be a paradox." We both know he's right. "Plus you stopped trying to sit up and lost what little color you had on your face."

"What makes you think I'd divulge anything like that to you?"

"I'll get four if you don't."

"Yes because that would absolutely make me want to tell you then." I slid back down, since it was clear that I was not going to be sitting up.

He let out a sigh and sat there for a moment. "Zexion, why are you even wearing spelled bandages?" I could sense that he was "annoyed" by me.

"I'm injured." Tch. It's easily been nine years since I got those scars.

"Yet you denied this before?"

"It's an old injury."

"How old?"

"Why do you care?"

"Can I not inquire on your well being? It seems like this injury is hindering your work."

"So that's what this is? Take in the injured schemer and pester him on why he can't do his missions 'quick' enough?" I scoffed, how typical. I heard VII exhale, it was clear that sarcasm did not sit well with him in this instance. I looked back over to the window.

"Perhaps there's more than what you think this time Zexion."

"You act like you know more than you do." I felt my words come out in a slur as I began to slip into unconsciousness again.

A/N:
I've redone this chapter as my writing style has changed and it was bothering me. Plus, both of them were a bit OOC to me.

The chapter is a bit longer now and a few things changed.

As far as Vexen's concerned, nothing against him, I just see him as "Oh? someone's ill? Let me check this out. With my scalpel." I personally think he would not hesitate to experiment on someone. Even if it was Zexion.

Hurrah! Minor Plot Progression.