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Who: Organization XIII; Naminé
What: The Organization is finally reunited... along with their new pet.
Where: Castle Oblivion
When: Now.
Warnings: TBA

Zexion was getting worried. Xion hadn't reported in for a day now, and Larxene had yet to return with Naminé. Marluxia had requested that everyone RTC to Castle Oblivion as soon as possible, and Zexion was the first to oblige. Xigbar and Lexaeus shouldn't have been too far behind, and Larxene was supposed to be returning with Naminé.

Zexion wasn't sure if he had betrayed her or not... in one sense, he revealed her location to Larxene and Marluxia, and on the other, she would be much safer in Castle Oblivion than where Xehanort could easily find her. Xion had rejoined the Organization, which was beneficial for keeping Naminé in good spirits, while being kept in a place with two of the people she feared more than anyone else.

Zexion was leaning up against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest. They were supposed to be holding the meeting in the opulent Great Hall, with silver Organization symbols superimposed over black stained glass windows. There was a large, marble table in the center of the room, with fourteen chairs surrounding it. It appeared more comfortable and laid back than Where Nothing Gathers, but the room itself was just as imposing and intimidating as any room in the Castle that Never Was.

Zexion was the first to arrive, which he found rather pathetic. This was Marluxia's meeting, wasn't it? Where were the others?

... and where was Xion?

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Zexion tilted his head to the side as he took a seat two seats down from her at the long, rectangular marble table, the fluorescent lighting bringing out the Nobody emblem emblazoned into the table. Something was different about her. He could tell that she was blushing slightly, and even appeared conscious about it. She only did that once before, when he said that she was more enjoyable to be around than Larxene, that first night that he brought her back to the lodge. This, however, was different.

"Xion, are you feeling well?" he asked, a look of faux-concern on his face (as concerned as a Nobody could be, anyway). "No matter. The others should be arriving soon... I hope."

He also noted that Xion appeared nonchalant about the lack of Naminé's presence. Normally, she would have asked about Naminé right off the bat... instead, she asked about Zexion. Was she more concerned about him...? No... she couldn't be.

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Naminé being absent was noted in her mind, but for the time being he was the most important. She knew her sister was safe, as Zexion had sworn he wouldn't let them harm her. She trusted he would keep his word...he was the only one in the Organization who actually did what he told her he would.

"I'm fine." she replied, laughing a little. "I managed to come back from that mission without getting hurt, so maybe I'm just proud of myself...?"

She gave a little shrug, and inwardly pouted as he sat a little ways away from her. Something inside told her to just move over to sit by him...or just plop right into his lap, whichever was better.

"Well...even if they don't, we can still have the meeting, right? You can tell me what's going on?"

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"I could, yes," he said, tilting his head at her still ever-apparent nervousness. It was almost as if Zexion himself was making her fidgety. For someone without a heart, she certainly was a nervous wreck.

"But I think for the sake of posterity, I should wait for Marluxia to give his speech. We should also wait for Larxene, Xigbar, and Lexaeus... and Naminé." Zexion crossed one of his legs over the other, and moved his hair slightly out of his eye. "I must say, Xion, that I am disappointed that you ignored my order and blindly pursued the Unversed. It was irresponsible, and you could have gotten hurt... but regardless, I'm very pleased to see that you are unharmed. I would be worried if you... ugh." He appeared to not know what to say. "Next time, at least wait for one of us to come with you. Okay?"

Zexion then raised one of his hands, and a Corridor of Darkness opened behind him. From it would emerge a Dusk, and Zexion would call it over. "Bring us something to drink, will you? When Marluxia and the others arrive, I would like it if it appeared... inviting." The Dusk hissed a response, and snaked off.

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"Mm, seeing Nami again would be nice." she grinned. She was trying to seem happy at the prospect of seeing the blonde soon, just to throw off any suspicion sent her way. However, the smile disappeared as he began to lightly scold her for her actions. Xion's head tilted downward until she was looking at her lap. She didn't regret them at all, not when she considered the wonderful end result, but hearing him sound so disapproving sent a chill through her heart.

She blinked a few times upon hearing he was happy to see her unharmed. Her heart thudded in her chest again as he even suggested he had been worried for her! Again the blush rose to her cheeks, though it was faint. She hadn't meant to worry him...she just wanted to do a good job on the mission and earn his praise! At least...that was what she now believed. Prior to the infection, she just wanted to prove her strength, or so she thought.

Once the Dusk left them be, she stood up and walked over to where he sat. Her heart thumped faster and faster until she could swear it was audible. Xion steeled herself as the Lavoid urged her to do what she had been wanting to so far deep inside the recesses of her mind. Instead, she settled for leaning in close to him and resting her hands on his shoulders.

"I...I'm sorry..." she said, giving his shoulders a little squeeze. Her blue eyes reflected her feelings, "For making you worry, I mean."

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Zexion was quite taken aback by Xion's forwardness. She was leaning her face in close to his, and holding her hands on his shoulders. Zexion wasn't quite sure what to do... she had never done this before. In fact, no one had ever done anything like this to him at all, not even when he was whole. Zexion's visible eye blinked in surprise, his mouth quivering at bit at the edge of his lip. He would likely be blushing if he had emotions. "Xion...?" he asked quietly, rather shy. He knew that this was some form of affection, but he had never been in any such position before.

Finally, she apologized, giving him a reason to do more than stare at her blankly. "There... there's no need to apologize, Xion. At least you're unharmed." He felt, however, that he should return her affection. It was the polite thing to do, wasn't it? He raised his hand, and placed one of his gloved hands over hers while she held on to his shoulder. He tried to smile at her, but it ended up looking awkward and sheepish. "Thank you," he said, relenting a bit.