paixaorpg | Why ticks the clock there so loud? My body is no more my body... [Completed]

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Why ticks the clock there so loud? My body is no more my body... [Completed]

Characters(s): Zidane, Lexaeus
Content: Zidane seeks out Lexaeus with a bargain on mind, one that is too much unlike him...
Setting: Aiches Memorial Hospital
Time: Uhh... Evening I guess
Warnings: ... hmm none that I can think of yet. Language prob.

The night masked Zidane's body well, if he thought about closing his eyes, or if he cared to stay hidden at all. Most kept their distance from him, except maybe a lumen stalking nearby. A lopsided grin stuck to his face and he chuckled, stumbling over his own feet and falling into a citizen who passed him by, stared into his vibrant yellow eye and partially green one. He smirked and laughed, a bit drunkenly sounding, before he slumped down to the other side and collapsed to the ground. The citizen ran quickly. Not like Zidane needed his help anyway. He wasn't by a hospital because he needed their medical attention! He was only there because... well... why was he there, he wondered?

The shadows were wonderful, he thought. He would've giggled if he hadn't been sitting on his tail from his small fall. He slowly pushed his body up, stretched his legs like a cat, rolled his head around, and was back up on his feet like a normal person should be!

Except he also didn't know what normal was any more. He certainly had a hard time remembering who he, himself, was. Or had been. Or what he wasn't anymore. No. Wait. Yes?

He cocked his head to the side, then lent it fully back and looked up at the domes, trying to remember why he would've gone to the hospital, and barely remembered how he even made it there, other than that shadows were wonderful and they were fun to trip over - into, through?

Whatever. Didn't matter.

He finally just shrugged and weaved his way into the hospital, almost regretting it when the lights shined down at him and he whined, rising a hand up to shield his eyes. It was in the light that people kept even more of a distance from him; without the night shrouding him, everyone could see the strange dark aura lingering over his body, nearly completely except in some parts. He shivered. His body hurt. A nurse - brave, brave woman - asked if he was alright and for a brief moment he felt like a cornered animal, but then he remembered why he ended up here -

Lexaeus.

Zidane pushed passed the nurse, and begun his search, stumbling and falling against hallway walls, squinting his eyes at what he thought were overly-bright lights, and was searching, searching... almost desperately. He nearly took out several people, but it took the only sanity he had left to hold back the strange, new urges - Lexaeus wouldn't talk to him if he caused problems...

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Seated in one of the doctor's offices in the upper floors of the hospital, Lexaeus read over the forms before him as he began to fill them out, keeping detailed note of everything that he had encountered with this particular patient.

It was a good enough cover, he thought, to be working in the hospital and gathering information as it came in. So far, it was working. Zetsu hadn't been the first to give him information, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. Even the blond citizens of the city had information to provide, knowingly or not.

And it seemed like his first experiment was looking for him. Glancing at the clock, Lexaeus wondered how long it would take the kid to make it here.

It did not exactly take Zidane long - or that's what he was thinking, anyway. In truth, he took fifteen minutes to stabalize himself, hands pressed hard against a wall and staring at it until his vision stopped swimming.

But he did, at last, show up in the doorway, arms dangling limply in front of him, body slouched forward just a bit, darkness still steaming and wisping around his body (his very presence seemed to clear the floor, so with the silence, Lexaeus probably knew when he was coming). One yellow eye and one green eye stared widely and almost unblinking at the cloaked man, and he took a step in, stumbled, stopped, and swayed a bit.

Then finally, he spoke, "... Found you."

Lexaeus looked up at the door as Zidane approached, looking unsurprised as he came in. The effects of the experiment seemed stronger now that when he had last seen him, the darkness far more noticeable. Notes were written down on the edge of the paper on his clipboard as he made a visual assessment of Zidane's condition. It wasn't everyday that he would get the chance to see the results so clearly, especially after the week(s) since the experiment had been performed.

"It took you a while," the Nobody commented idly, tucking the pencil into the pocket of the white labcoat he was wearing. One couldn't be a convincing doctor if one didn't look the part, after all. "I trust you didn't disrupt anyone on your way up here?"

Of course, if Zidane had, he probably would have heard about it by now.

((Whoops. Sorry. Didn't see that I got a reply -.-))

Disrupt may have been the correct word, actually, if Zidane really thought about it. Sure, he probably disrupted every single person he past. But he certainly didn't destroy anyone like he could have. Like he wanted to, half of the time.

"It only took me awhile," Zidane's voice came out in a quiet waver through gritted teeth, "because I was holding back from killing anyone," he finished with a snap.

He was blinking every so often, his eyes shifting between colors each time - green, yellow, green, yellow... He reached out as if to find the nearest wall and steady himself, but all that was near him was air, and he glared at the empty space. After a moment of such glaring, he gazed back lopsidely at Lexeaus. "I've got a prop~osition for ya," he drawled. "'s'long as Larxene doesn' interfere... 's'a good one too, I think. Some of yer merry gang may 'preciate it... yeah. Just might."

He took another step into the room and spread his arms. The darkness circled around him in streamers for a moment before settling at his feet like dust. "I've only got two desiiires... see..." He blinked and for a moment stared off into space, confused, then looked back. "One... is to be...ahhh... stable..." Because he obviously wasn't, and he was trying so hard to control himself. "The other... the other..." his arms dropped to his side and then he collapsed to the floor, situated himself there like he meant to do it, but this time his green-yellow gaze did not return to Lexeaus.

"The other... I..." He shook his head, trying to clear it. "I want to know... I want to know if I... ... have a heart......" He frowned. He stole his energy that he had saved up for standing just to ask the question. Lazily and cat like, he looked back up at the man. "An' I'm all yours. Do whatev' you want."

Lexaeus watched Zidane, keeping track of his movements, his actions and reactions. The change in personality was as stark as the contrast between day and night. How interesting.

"A proposition, hmm?" Keeping Larxene from interfering in anything was a task even the Superior couldn't manage on the best of days. It was improbable that he could keep her from doing as she willed, and he wouldn't make such a promise. "I can't guarantee you that Larxene will keep her distance. She does as she pleases, consequences be damned."

Lexaeus didn't have anything that he could offer to Zidane to stabilize him, to smooth out the reaction his body was having to the darkness he had been injected with. The supplies for the experiments were kept under lock and key, and he wasn't one to risk Vexen's ire, let alone the Superior's, just for a test subject complaining of adverse effects.

"Stability is not something I can offer you. I have neither the means nor the supplies here, nor will I get them for you. Your best bet will be to keep away from others until you can keep yourself under control, if that is your concern. As for whether or not you have a heart..."

The burly Nobody regarded Zidane for a moment before smirking. "You wouldn't be as bad off as you are if you didn't." Oh, was he going to have a report to give...

Part of Zidane twitched against his will. Quiet whisperings in the back of his mind. His eyes narrowed on the man before him. More voices, and for a moment he had to look around the room to make sure it was just the two of them in the room. He snorted. "That's what you can give me, huu?" He grinned. "Bit o'advice and a pat on the shoulder? Heh... 'spose I shouldn't have been hoping for more an' all..."

He glanced around, listened hard to hear for activity down the hallway. Something else was definitely on his mind. He tried to hide his suddenly dark amusement.

Lexaeus watched, impassive, analyzing Zidane's actions and reactions. They all went onto the clipboard, meticulous notes to ensure proper, ah, experimentation along the appropriate channels in the future. With this information, there would be no real point to repeating and experiment that would yield similar results, unless they wanted those results. But that would be ineffective, and distracting, pulling away from their goals and intentions.

"If you want more than that, you'll have to go speak with someone else," he commented idly. None of the other Nobodies would give Zidane what he wanted, of that Lexaeus was sure. In many cases, many ways, he considered himself the most civil of all of them. But then, Zexion was always an anti-social one in many regards.

Lexaeus considered Zidane and raised an eyebrow at his amusement. "You would do well not to call down upon your head more trouble than you can manage."

He chuckled a bit and shut his eyes, which in itself looked... odd. Zidane only had a run in with several (and what was apparently few) of the Organization members: Axel, ... Roxas... , Larxene, Lexaeus, and Zexion. He knew the first two probably wouldn't be useful to him anymore, and no way in hell did he want to cross paths with Larxene again, no matter how much he wanted to take his frustration out on her.

There was no one else to speak to, was there? He could only hope that somehow he'd be able to just... deflate from all this. It wasn't running through his system. It was living within him and driving him to all sorts of breaking points that he had never ever had before.

Everyone was gone. That thought hadn't quite sunk in yet. Maybe they all knew that one day, something would take him, and they had to run away before they got sucked in.

He leaned his head back and laughed, almost a bit sadly. "Why's it matter? Maybe that's the only real way to help me! What do you really know anyway?" he shot a look at Lexaeus. Dual-yellow eyes. "I bet you've never seen anyone like me, eh? All your rotten experiments that your lot had a ball with... Rrrreally... it should be your trouble, not mine." He snickered, ran a hand through his hair, and straightened a bit.

Lexaeus merely regarded Zidane, silent as he ran his comments. The long-term results of the experiment were certainly interesting, and he was more than happy to have come back into contact with Zidane. Perhaps he would take the time to check up on Rosette, too. Perhaps...

"I've seen plenty like you before, driven to all reaches of insanity by the conflict within their very beings." The Nobody shook his head. "My trouble? No, it never was my trouble to begin with. Not even when you were strapped to the table."

That wasn't to say that he wouldn't step up to take care of it if things ran an undesirable course. That would be his duty.

"And how can you be sure the experiment is over?"

Driven to all reaches of insanity. Huh. Yep. That sounded about right. He certainly wasn't denying anything.

Zidane's face fell a bit at the rest of Lexaeus' comment. Figures that the Organization would've even take responsibility for whatever they did to their experiments. He growled.

Undesirable course. Heh.

"'spose I can't, hmm?" he hummed. "Guess I'll find out one way of another." The darkness that had collected around his feet shifted and wrapped around his legs, crawling upwards and gathering like ribbons around his wrists. "Welllll if you can't help me... I might as well be going." He grinned.

Zidane had made absolutely sure that he hadn't caused any disturbance on his way in. He didn't care about his way out, unleashing chaos on the people and anything in his way, the darkness ripping out from his body like extra appendages and leaving scraped up victims, screams of terror, and shattered equipment in his wake as he made down the hall.

Oh, but the Organization did take responsibility for their experiments. If any of the subjects did anything to compromise their situation, the repercussions would be, well, dire. It wasn't like the Nobodies weren't capable of taking down anything that they had created. Oh, far from it.

Lexaeus wanted to see this attempt to find out. It would probably be quite amusing. Not that anyone would know how amused he was. Outward expressions of emotion were relatively beyond his grasp at the moment and much of what he showed was forced.

Being a gracious host, the Nobody followed Zidane to the door of the office, casting a disapproving glance at him as he left. Chaos indeed. Hadn't he specifically told Zidane not to disrupt anything? Mental notes were filed away for addition to his report and he shook his head, stepping out of his office completely in order to go clean up the mess. After all, he needed to act like the doctor he pretended to be.

Zidane wasn't sure how this was supposed to be a good plan in the works of his mind, but then he also remembered that he could barely control his mind, and that everything was so foggy that he could barely even sort through the darkness that had clouded over.

And so this is how he found himself destroying everything in sight, using the little control he had to not kill anyone, thank god. There was a fair number of unconscious folk behind him though, both from him, and them fainting.

He was moving far faster than should've been possible, and yet to him it all felt far too slow. But he continued on without a backwards glance, streamers of darkness weaving after his speedy form, until he skidded right through the entrance doors (honestly, how'd he miss that they were there?) and after glass punctured his skin, he stumbled into the street and stopped, shaking tremendously.

His eyes flickered and he seethed, trying to catch his breath as everything finally caught up to him, his mind slowly trickling the scenes into his memory from when he had asked Lexeaus for help.

Zidane dug his hands into his hair and fell to his knees, screaming out loudly in frustration.

What the hell was he doing to himself?!

... to others...

Goddamn useless Organization. Stupid experiments. All he wanted was to be fixed, was that so much to ask? They had other experiments, didn't they? What great loss would it be for them to lose Zidane as their toy?!

He screamed again and sunk lower against the ground. Goddamn them all.

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