Zexion couldn't sleep much that night, what with the air becoming thicker. He grabbed at the sides of his head, squeezing and squirming, then gasping. The boy rolled out of bed, hyperventilating, and his eyes shot open, bloodshot. On the ceiling in a big red etch, was an I. Zexion crawled back into bed, but not before examining the etching one more time.
"What...what is that?"
His vision faded away as he passed out on the bed. The etching disappeared as his consciousness did.
Demyx woke him up quite early the next day, much to Zexion's dismay. Between stumbles in the hallway and a few choice expletives, they arrived at the arena for the first part of training. Zexion entered a room full of floating platforms, which were operated by Xigbar, the Organizations renowned dual bowgun user. He was by far the most dexteritous, but lacked focus on far too many occasions. He moved some levers deftly, as the platforms jutted around to pick up Zexion. Constant starts and stops almost made the boy sick, and Xigbar had also pressed a few wrong buttons, which added to Zexion's annoyance. By the time they stopped, he was facing down a man he was certainly intimidated by.
Saix was man of over 6 feet tall, and very well built as well. His musculature alone could certainly scare a bear, but it fit neatly into the Organization's cloak. He threw his weapon over his shoulder with the carelessness of if it were a towel, but it was a very large sword, a Claymore, one which with brute, blunt force, could easily smash through a wall.
Xemnas started a countdown, and Zexion drew his Lexicon, ready. On go, Saix slammed his sword down at the ground in front of the boy, who jumped to the side as a small shockwave followed. The platform shook violently as Zexion struggled to regain his focus. He shot a thought into the berserker's head,who started staring around the room. Violently, he erupted into anger, swinging wildly as his sword hit many different platforms, causing them all to shake and swin around. Xigbar could barely keep them in control as Zexion was trying hard to avoid both falling platforms and swings of the death sword. His book had taken on a shadowy glow, and Zexion looked in awe as a sword strike hit him. He flew a few meters before crashing hard on the ground. Saix snapped out of it and looked at the seemingly lifeless boy. Xemnas called the fight, and Demyx ran down from the viewing balcony to check on his friend.
"Did you have to be so harsh, Saix? You could have ended him with a hit like that!"
Saix tried to answer but he couldn't make the words. He kept seeing the vision in his head. Death, destruction, everything he could have saved but didn't. He calmly excused himself from the room. Xemnas came down and picked the boy up. Demyx went to lead him to his room.
Zexion was alive but lying motionless in his bed when Demyx noticed a strangely empty nightstand.
"Oh, that book of his isn't here. How come he couldn't just bring it back to his hands?"
He decided to head back to the arena. He hadn't touched it because he assumed it would disappear, but there it was, still there hours later.
Demyx reached down to pick up the Lexicon, questioning why it was still enveloped with a shadowy aura.
But as soon as his skin slid on the binding, Demyx let out a shrill, horriying scream.