Don't chase the rabbit
Zexion stumbled out of the darkness, immediately placing a palm upon the wall for leverage as he cradled his side with the other hand. His eyebrows knit together in pain and confusion, breathing heavy with effort to keep himself upright.
How could this have happened? The plan had been flawless! There was no way....no way... Ah, but it did make sense, didn't it...? Perhaps that's what was most infuriating about the whole situation.
"What is he?" His palm closed into a fist as he hit the wall in annoyance, wincing in pain at the movement. "No one's ever worn the darkness the way he does! It's impossible!"
The schemer flinched as a portal opened before him, he relaxed slightly when Axel walked out; only to tense abruptly when Riku appeared as well. His mind raced for a moment, believing Axel had brought the keyblade wielder to finish him off. It took him a minute to realize that it was only the replica, moving away from the wall he had been cowering against. "Oh... Oh yes. The replica...of course. We can use this Riku to defeat the real one." Zexion's mind pieced a plan together slowly, pausing only to give the Nobody a questioning glance at his silence. "Axel?"
He watched Axel with a calculating gaze, mind grasping at why he was asking the replica such things. Wanting to be real? What did it matter. The replica was such a pawn to be used by the organization... His eyes widened with realization at the other's words; was Axel was prompting the replica to erase him??
"Axel! What are you saying to him?!" Zexion could feel his arms and legs shaking with fear; he closed his eyes at the involuntary action, willing them to stop. He would have scoffed at the emotion under any other circumstances. Fear? How noxious. Weren't his emotions supposed to be absent as a Nobody? There was no heart in his chest to feel with. Perhaps, he thought dourly, his mind was remembering the fear of death from before. The schemer supposed that would make sense.
"You can't do this..."Â He nearly pleaded as he pressed himself against the wall, cowering away as the replica moved towards him. Zexion felt so weak and vulnerable at this moment; oh, how he absolutely loathed this "feeling." His eyes clenched shut as the replica began to drain his life force, the feeling utterly unpleasant.
Wisps of darkness leaked from his body, his head beginning to feel light and almost...peaceful? He could barely fathom the fact that this was how it all ended for him. It made sense at least. He was finally becoming apart of the darkness in which he was created from. It was a suitable ending, he decided, as his thoughts faded away with the last of his "being."











