lunarvessel:
Saïx wondered if a day would ever pass when he wouldn’t ponder why he fell prey to such insanity. Less recklessness on missions would certainly be a fine start. Normally he could shrug off giant Heartless beating on him like a bongo drum but this last batch struck a bit too hard and right in a tender spot, leaving him to limp back to the castle. His hip aggravated, Xemnas deemed it necessary to put Saïx on mild duty until recovery, if only to prevent further mishaps. Saïx tried to point out that if a certain someone hadn’t broken his hip he wouldn’t have these risks but a sharp glare from the younger Xehanort silenced his complaint.
Now here he was, in Ansem’s room of all damn places. He would use my inability to walk well to his advantage, the bastard. He could only assume Kingdom Hearts took pity on him and thus he was left in the Guardian’s care while Ansem joined Xemnas in whatever idiotic scheme they concocted. Since wandering off was not an option, he contented himself with the excess pillows and blankets piled by his side. The room was quiet and dark as the Realm of Darkness itself and Saix took solace in the fact that at least no one would bother him while here.
“I don’t eat hearts,” he muttered. He was sprawled out on his back on one of the larger cushions, watching what few hearts existed float about like leaves on a gentle wind. “Nobodies have different needs. These won’t sustain me.”
Saïx was making noises again. Was that good or bad? Guardian wasn’t sure. They weren’t loud noises, but it was better to check.
Muscular form and glowing yellow eyes materialised out of the gloom next to the nest he had carefully built for the injured seeker. Communicating was difficult: they weren’t connected like himself and Ansem, or on a lesser level Heartless generally. But Guardian tried twitching his antennae in an inquiring manner anyway.
