Welcome Back to the Darkness

Once a heart is consumed in darkness, it breaches a point of confusion. Should it fade into nothingness, or should it leave something behind? Feelings are not omitted, and love carries on into the next division, but can it last in someone who is not meant to exist? Can it begin to return if another heart triggers it? Upon your return to Organization XIII, you've soon found that a battle of emotions has become a battle for survival. Which of your newly made "friends" will be your savior in the darkness? ---Please review!!! *Sequel to Welcome Back to the Truth [Highly suggested you read the first one before this][Familiarity for KH2]


25. Chapter 25

Yawning loudly, you stomped your way around your room with a boredom tantrum. There was never anything to do in that stupid place, and it's hardly like you'd want to go elsewhere, because then you'd end up getting little friends like Sora again. It was enough to nauseate you, but only for a split second.


Your dramatically heavy footsteps grew slower as you threw your head back and growled in frustration. Just as you were about to throw a knife at the wall (something that would have caused a mark that would surely have gotten you in trouble), the faithful sound of an activating door spared you. After your body gave a start of shock and panic as to who could be looking for you this time, relief washed over you at a familiar and very welcome silhouette in the darkness. Silence. Then...


"I leave you just for a little while, and you completely trash the place. Deplorable." You looked around the room for the source of his statement, frowned, and turned back to him in confusion.


"Zexion, it's immaculate." His eyes narrowed as he directed them to the corner of the desk. You followed suit, having to lean in and carefully examine the area. Reaching forward, you plucked a single strand of hair from the surface, and placed it in the wastebasket.


"Was that so hard? You need to keep this place clean." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Of course, his head was perfect enough not to shed even slightly. You huffed in annoyance and crossed you arms. "Now then...how have things been since I left?"


"Boring!" you exclaimed as you dropped into the computer chair. "You don't offer a lot of activity, but you would be surprised at how much more exciting it is when you're around."


"Is that so?" The man quirked a brow and proceeded to unpack a few belongings. You watched him, absolutely delighted that he had come home. The nerves in your body were practically buzzing, just awaiting when he should finish and greet you properly.


Although there were little possessions in Zexion's bag, it seemed to take forever for him to put them back where they belonged. At long last, he stored the small bag in a cupboard and faced you, visage expressionless. Regardless of this, you leaped to your feet and dashed toward him, colliding with him with a loud thump and wrapping your arms around his waist.


A familiar pair of appendages curled around you, holding your body secure to his. You buried your face into his chest and inhaled the smell of musk and roses. Finally, your best friend was home! Just a few days had taken an eternity.


"Thank goodness! I thought you'd forgotten me!"


"Xevia, I've been gone for three days."


"My point exactly! How can you expect me to function on my own anymore? You've ruined me!" You felt him sigh deeply and chuckle, the vibrations bringing a smile to your face.


"I could never forget you, you silly woman. That's like asking Marluxia to forget he has a rose garden."


"Awwww, Zexy..." You pulled away enough to grin up at him. "You compared me to a rose garden? You're so sweet!"


"No; I meant it's something to take care of. It's hard to forget such things." Zexion let go of you and set himself beside the computer, leaving you standing there stupidly. What were you supposed to do after a comment like that? You couldn't tell if he was referring to enjoying having you to take care of, or if he was implying that you were a hassle. Either way, you didn't like the idea of your well being supposedly in the hands of someone else.


Shrugging it off like your nonchalant self, you draped your arms over his chest and rested your head in the crook of his neck. It seemed to irritate him, however, for he grimaced and shook you off of him before glancing back at you as though he couldn't figure out why you'd be so moronic. Stung, you backed up and plopped down on the bed.


What in the worlds could have happened to have made this man go from cuddly to grumpy in just a few short days? Surely it could have been nothing you did. Wait. Your eyes widened with horror. Could he  possibly know about you and Saïx? Standing up again, you "casually" made your way around the room, humming idly as you pondered how to approach the subject.


"So...did you find out anything interesting in your absence?" It wasn't very subtle, but if he did know after all, there would be no way he'd figure it out from only that. Fingers flying across keys were your answer for now, before a blue stare eventually found you.


"No. Why do you ask?"


"No reason. None at all. Just wondering!" Giggling nervously, you dodged into the bathroom, closing the door behind you and resting your back against the cabinet. Breathe in, breathe out. What is wrong with me? He's probably just a little tired from the trip!


Being female, you had of course completely overlooked the fact that Zexion had told you not to get used to an affectionate side of him. So you falling all over him probably wasn't helping things. Nevertheless, the thought did not even occur to you, and you continued scanning your brain for anything you may have done to upset him.


Eventually, after not having come up with a single solution, you began to creep your way out of the bathroom and past his chair. The typing stopped for a moment, probably in confusion as to why you found it essential to tip-toe, especially since your boots were apparently wet, and offered a steady, squeak squeak squeak as you made your way across the room. With a small scream, you jumped into the teleporter, vanishing from view.


Zexion frowned and blinked a few times, wondering how he could have landed such a strange companion. Meanwhile, you were sprinting down the halls, looking for some form of entertainment since Zexion still offered no solution to your boredom. However, your mind was now so busy with figuring out your roommate's mood swing that even throwing eggs at Xigbar had lost its appeal.


Scratching your chin, you decided to sneak into Marluxia's rose garden for some relaxation. It hadn't changed since you'd last been there with your nerdy companion, and it was almost a relief. You found a comfortable patch of grass surrounded by bushes near the fountain, and laid down in it, propping your head up with your arms.


Memories found their way into your attention, as they always seem to do when one finds herself alone in a familiar environment. A smile graced your lips as you closed your eyes, reminiscing how awkward but graceful a moment it was when dancing with Zexion through this very garden. That beautiful night in the library with the storms raging around its structure. And how natural he looked on the beach when the two of you had your first connection on Destiny Islands. The broken look in his eyes when he'd looked at you...


At some point, you must have dozed off, because you couldn't recall taking a fistful of grass and putting it into your mouth for a tasty snack. Sitting up abruptly, you spat it out and wrinkled your face in disgust. Pray never again should you dream of being a cow.


Muscles sore from the nap you'd had upon the hard ground, you groaned as they protested your arousal. Finally on your feet and stretching out about two minutes later, you sighed and pursed your lips. Perhaps you had nothing to worry about with Zexion, after all. He was likely just eager to get back to his work, and did not enjoy the interruption.


Reassured by this theory, you teleported back to your room, a lazy smile on your face. Said man turned around in his chair immediately, wearing a concentrated expression. He stood and approached you, raising his eyebrows.


"Just the person I wanted to see. I came across this just a few minutes ago; it's something I forgot to give to you." From his pocket, he withdrew a shimmering silver bracelet with a flat plate in its center. He turned it over to show you the other side for emphasis. Lights flashed dimly back and forth, as though it were a small computer screen meant to be totally invisible when worn.


You held out your wrist obediently, and watched with both curiosity and delight as he fastened the clasp. Obviously, it had to mean something, but it was flattery enough that he'd gotten you a gift. That is, unless it was some sort of freaky experiment. You suppressed a shudder at the thought.


"It's an interference device," he began, answering your silent question. "I've made one for myself, and thought you could use one as well, seeing how much trouble you get yourself into. However, only use it for emergencies. I cannot stress that enough. They will start to notice if your tracking device repeatedly says you're somewhere you aren't."


"Okay. Thank you! How does it work, then?" He held your forearm firmly in his hand and fiddled with the bracelet using the other. Lifting it carefully, he showed you a pair of small buttons on either side of the plate.


"You have to press and hold these firmly at the same time in order for it to activate. Again, only for emergencies."


"All right, all right! I will only use it in the event of an emergency. I've got it!" you sniped back. He nodded curtly and returned to his study work. You held the bracelet up to examine it, turning it this way and that, admiring how it gleamed in the scarce light. One thing was for certain; Zexion was the most promising ally you've ever had.

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