Zexion's POV

"What's wrong?"

Everyone naturally assumed something was wrong. Damn my reputation.

"Nothing Demyx," I said for the umpteenth time.

"Zexy," he whined. I flinched. I hated that name. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I fought to keep my voice level. "I am quite sure."

"You sure you're sure?"

"Yes," I bit back a retort.

"Okay then," he walked away. "Emo Boy."

I'm NOT Emo. It's the hair isn't it?

I retreated to the quiet of my room. I picked up a book I had been reading. I sighed, why did I EVER leave my room?

"Hey Emo Kid," I cursed when I saw Axel. I hadn't heard him come in. He shook his head. "Now is that any way to greet a guest?"

"I don't remember inviting you," I growled.

"You might say I invited myself."

"You let yourself in as well."

"Hey, don't get snippy Purple Boy," Axel scorned.

"I don't take orders from inferiors," I crossed my arms.

"I'm taller."

"So?" I sneered.

"And better looking," the redhead said, sticking out his chest.

I sighed. "Narcissus," I muttered.

"What did you call me?" Axel might not be very smart, but he was quick to recognize insults.

"The Greek character that obsessed over his appearance," I explained. "Narcissus."

"What does that make you?" he said spitefully. "Athena?"

"I am not a woman; however, I do admire her sense of reason."

Axel looked annoyed that his words had no effect. He opened his mouth, predictably to shout more insults, but withdrew. Instead he settled for saying, his voice dripping with venom, "Vexen wants you down in the labs, now. Sounded mad."

He left. I grimaced. Now what?