A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

75. Maniac

A Hundred of Her Memories

75 – Maniac

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"Good morning, Zexion," Xion greeted quietly. The silver-haired boy never liked his library's silence to be disturbed.

"Good morning, Number XIV," he replied, looking up from his book. Setting it down carefully, he picked up another labeled, 'Dictionary.' "Shall we pick up where we left off?"

She nodded, sitting down carefully beside him.

"'Maniac, [mey-nee-ak] – Noun: 1. a raving or violently insane person; lunatic. 2. a person characterized by an inordinate or ungovernable enthusiasm for something.

Adjective: 3. Maniacal.'"

"So…" Xion bit her lip. "Do I… know someone who is a maniac?"

Zexion let out a short chuckle. "Do you know someone who raves, is violent, overly enthusiastic… crazy?"

The black-haired girl sighed, then gasped.

"Vexen!"

The young boy laughed heartily at her discover, completely agreeing with her sentiments.

"Yes, he is the Maniac of the Organization."

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Thank you, Taliax for bringing it to my attention that I posted the wrong story. ;-P