Numver VI's Boredem

Zexion stepped out of the steaming shower nad stared at himself in the mirror. Leaning in closer, he scrutinized the details of his face. Even though he wasn't human, he still wasn't perfect. He breathed a sigh and opened the cabinet underneath the sink, where he took out a small bottle of facial repair lotion. He had read somewhere that using regular lotion clogged pores, and he figured that was why he was getting small breakouts under his bangs. Zexion swept his long, peicey, wet bangs from his face and dispersed the lotion onto his face. He dried his body off and zipped up his coat. Suddenly, a burning sensation aroudn his nose caused him to stop himself from exiting the room. He took a look in the mirror, but didn't see a thing. The burning feeling grew worse and he foudn himself gripping his face in pain. It felt as though it were going to melt his whole face away. Zexion made his way back to the sink where he flushed his face with cold water until it ceased.
He picked up the bottle adn read the ingredients. Most of them were things he didn't understand and figured he should talk to Vexen about. He shoved the bottle into his pocket and walked out of the room.
He touched his face to see if he had gotten it all off. He quickly recoiled his hand as his fingers made contact with his cheek. The nerves were still raw.
Perhaps the lotion wasn't what burned him, but maybe it was Axel or Larxene's sick idea of a joke. Zexion really didn't want to accuse anybody and decided to keep walking.
Fingers ran through his bangs as he repositioned them to where they should have been; covering his right eye. Which, by no surprise, wasn't perfect either. His vision was poorer in that eye than it was in his left, due to some science experiment he performed a few years before.
Zexion sighed, he was never going to be perfect like his expectations wanted him to be. Then again, not even those were perfect He flipped his hair a bit and stared down at the floor. He would never be perfect. He was a failure as a human, why would he be perfect as a Nobody? Taking a few steps back, he turned on his heel and ran towards a windowsill on the opposite side of the castle. Looking around to make sure nobody was around, Zexion set one foot onto the ledge. The drop was pretty far, which was probably the only 'perfect' thing in his whole plan. Zexion took one more look aroudn him before he set his other foot onto the ledge. Closing his eyes, he spread his wings and let himself fall...


Uhm yeah, it's boring and depressing. Only one part of that was taken from personal experience, and that was the burning lotion part. >_<;
I really could not figure out how to end it, so I added the thing about perfection and emo-ness into the story at some point. XD;;

Dusks. Nothing more than lesser Nobodies compared to hte rest of the Organization. All they did was rely on their instinct or obey orders. They were fuly capable of thinking for themselves, but being at the bottom of the food chain caused them to restrain themselves. Well, for the most part anyways.

The sound of fingers tapping on a desk reverberated off the walls in the library. Thinking that he was alone, Zexoin really didn't mind his manners and continued to strum on the desk as he thought about the passage he had just read. Suddenly, a blur rushed past his face and his eyes grew wide.
Instinctively, he stood from his chair and lowered himself into a defensive postion, where he summoned his lexicon as he called out in a wavering voice, Who's there?"
He peered aroudn the room a few times before he saw the shape of a Dusk holding a book come out from behind a shelf. The zipper on its face was open, and Zexion could see its angered face glaring at hi,.
"A Dusk?" he asked himself. Zexion corrected his posture and set his lexicon back down onto the table as he stepped forward towards the lesser Nobody.
The Dusk held its ground, swaying defensively as it kept its eyes on Number VI.
Zexion narrowed his eyes, "How disrespectful. A Dusk of alll creatures."
The Nobody flipped bakwards and landed into a fighting stance. Apparently he did not like being called a 'creature.'
Zexion scoffed, "If I was being rude by tapping my fingers, you could have at least used your words or did something less reckless." He turned on his heel and started towards his seat when another book flew past his head.
The Dusk was obviously not pleased with what had just happened.
Zexion, being a man who did not like getting his hands dirty, refused to summon his weapon. Instead he spn aroudn and galred at the Dusk, "I'll let you stay in our lines, but if you continue this stupid act of yours, I'll make sure you don't live another day."
The lesser Nobody's instinct to klive kicked in and it followed the orders given to it. The Dusk stared at his superior for a few oments before backflipping out of the room.
"Hmph," Zexiontook a seat back at his desk and began to read once more. It was nice to be able to use his authoritive power every now and then.