((As said above, you're welcome! I'm going to try and take requests as often as I feel like I can! Also, any knowledge I have of the criminal sector is just from bad TV shows, so.... Uh, yeah, have a sorta not entirely complete fic.))
Zexion waited patiently, watching, constantly watching. The man across the glass from him was smiling, charming, patient.
Deadly.
All of Zexion's instincts were screaming at him that this was their guy, this was the one they'd been after. But nothing he could do would trick him into admitting it. He signaled for Xaldin to continue, and the large man met their suspect's eyes again, outwardly calm. "So, Xemnas, correct?"
"That is correct," Xemnas replied, a smile in the corners of his mouth, his voice deep and rumbling and soothing. (Zexion refused to be fooled.)
"It says here that you..." Xaldin flipped through a a few pages, pretending to refresh his memory, Zexion knew that he knew the case file back to front. They all did. "...violently ripped out the hearts of no fewer than five people."
Xemnas laughed, waving his hand absently. "But I've been telling you! I didn't do any of that. I was at home, hosting a gala all night! Around three hundred people can tell you that!"
(Zexion's eyes darted from the way he smiled to the motion of his hands, and his gaze narrowed, considering.)
"Be as that may, Xemnas, you are our most likely suspect," Xaldin replied calmly before pushing a glossy photograph across the table, icy eyes locked on Xemnas's face. "Do you recognize this man?"
The tall man idly picked up the picture and there, Zexion immediately focused on the flexures around his mouth and his eyes. Signs of accomplishment? he wondered. Curiousity? But there was nothing else. Only those brief signs that something was there.
The questioning continued in similar veins and eventually Zexion gave up on finding anything worthwhile, finally just deciding on just watching normally. A large hand settled sympathetically on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Lexaeus, the police chief.
"Tough case?"
Zexion shrugged a little, his mouth twisted down into a frown as he watched Xaldin escort Xemnas from the interrogation room. "Sort of. He's hard to pin down." He placed his hand on his chin, stroking the skin there in thought. "I can't quite figure..."
The room was silent for many minutes before Zexion jolted out of his chair and started hurriedly flicking through notes, muttering under his breath. Lexaeus raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Sociopathy," Zexion finally answered absently, thumbing through a few more pages. "He has all of the right words to say, almost, but not quite, clear-cut alibis, never seems anything less than pleasant..." Triumphantly, the small-statured man brandished his notes, poking a finger at a particular line. "We have our man."
Lexaeus read over his shoulder, nodding to himself. "Good work, Zexion."
*does a little dance* Yay fic! Lol no worries, I just happen to be obsessed with Criminal Minds, and Zexion seems to fit the part at least in my head. XD Thanks again!
It's been ages since I've written much of anything, but if you'd like to make a request in return I'll do my best. :) I tend to be best with the Org. and Destiny Island trio, particularly slash pairings, but I'm not opposed to gen/het.
Lol yeah, and for some reason the canon!Zexion in my head borders on sociopathic at times, which means he'd make an excellent profiler with the correct education. :B Now let's see here... Hope this fits the bill!
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"No."
A pair of big blue eyes hovered near the edge of his book, staring pitifully up at him from the other's position on his floor. Though, if he were being technical, the more accurate description would be 'on his floor, clinging to his legs for dear life and doing his best impression of a kicked puppy'. Zexion did his best to ignore this last part.
"But it's raining..." Demyx whined, not for the first time. He tilted his head just a little to enhance the effect of his pathetic display. This was rewarded with an apathetic turn of the page.
"Precisely," Zexion agreed. "It's raining, which is why I have no desire to join you. However, if you insist on behaving like a five-year-old, I won't be the one to stop you. You may be my guest so long as you manage not to trek mud across the hardwood floors."
Demyx said nothing, but his pout intensified to the point that it could no longer be avoided without causing a severe crisis of consceince. With a sigh, the slate-haired man closed the book in his lap and finally looked at his boyfriend.
"Demyx..." he began patiently, but was interupted before he could get any further.
"It'll be fun, I promise!" The puppy-dog look had transformed into something infinitely more hopeful, which only made things more difficult.
"I already told you-" Zexion tried again, with no more success than last time.
"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaase?"
There was a long silence as they stared at each other, both determined to have their way. Eventually, Zexion gave another sigh, signalling his defeat.
"Fine," he conceeded, though his tone didn't convey as much annoyance as it probably should have. "But I am not jumping in any puddles."
Demyx positively beamed at him, catching him in a quick and enthusiastic kiss before running off to find his boots and other assorted rain gear. Zexion, who was finally starting to get used to this sort of thing after nearly a year of dating, found himself simply shaking his head, not bothering to fight off the beginnings of a small smile.
Zexion waited patiently, watching, constantly watching. The man across the glass from him was smiling, charming, patient.
Deadly.
All of Zexion's instincts were screaming at him that this was their guy, this was the one they'd been after. But nothing he could do would trick him into admitting it. He signaled for Xaldin to continue, and the large man met their suspect's eyes again, outwardly calm. "So, Xemnas, correct?"
"That is correct," Xemnas replied, a smile in the corners of his mouth, his voice deep and rumbling and soothing. (Zexion refused to be fooled.)
"It says here that you..." Xaldin flipped through a a few pages, pretending to refresh his memory, Zexion knew that he knew the case file back to front. They all did. "...violently ripped out the hearts of no fewer than five people."
Xemnas laughed, waving his hand absently. "But I've been telling you! I didn't do any of that. I was at home, hosting a gala all night! Around three hundred people can tell you that!"
(Zexion's eyes darted from the way he smiled to the motion of his hands, and his gaze narrowed, considering.)
"Be as that may, Xemnas, you are our most likely suspect," Xaldin replied calmly before pushing a glossy photograph across the table, icy eyes locked on Xemnas's face. "Do you recognize this man?"
The tall man idly picked up the picture and there, Zexion immediately focused on the flexures around his mouth and his eyes. Signs of accomplishment? he wondered. Curiousity? But there was nothing else. Only those brief signs that something was there.
The questioning continued in similar veins and eventually Zexion gave up on finding anything worthwhile, finally just deciding on just watching normally. A large hand settled sympathetically on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Lexaeus, the police chief.
"Tough case?"
Zexion shrugged a little, his mouth twisted down into a frown as he watched Xaldin escort Xemnas from the interrogation room. "Sort of. He's hard to pin down." He placed his hand on his chin, stroking the skin there in thought. "I can't quite figure..."
The room was silent for many minutes before Zexion jolted out of his chair and started hurriedly flicking through notes, muttering under his breath. Lexaeus raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Sociopathy," Zexion finally answered absently, thumbing through a few more pages. "He has all of the right words to say, almost, but not quite, clear-cut alibis, never seems anything less than pleasant..." Triumphantly, the small-statured man brandished his notes, poking a finger at a particular line. "We have our man."
Lexaeus read over his shoulder, nodding to himself. "Good work, Zexion."
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It's been ages since I've written much of anything, but if you'd like to make a request in return I'll do my best. :) I tend to be best with the Org. and Destiny Island trio, particularly slash pairings, but I'm not opposed to gen/het.
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Can haz soft Zemyx plz? Go with... rainstorms for a prompt. >.>
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"No."
A pair of big blue eyes hovered near the edge of his book, staring pitifully up at him from the other's position on his floor. Though, if he were being technical, the more accurate description would be 'on his floor, clinging to his legs for dear life and doing his best impression of a kicked puppy'. Zexion did his best to ignore this last part.
"But it's raining..." Demyx whined, not for the first time. He tilted his head just a little to enhance the effect of his pathetic display. This was rewarded with an apathetic turn of the page.
"Precisely," Zexion agreed. "It's raining, which is why I have no desire to join you. However, if you insist on behaving like a five-year-old, I won't be the one to stop you. You may be my guest so long as you manage not to trek mud across the hardwood floors."
Demyx said nothing, but his pout intensified to the point that it could no longer be avoided without causing a severe crisis of consceince. With a sigh, the slate-haired man closed the book in his lap and finally looked at his boyfriend.
"Demyx..." he began patiently, but was interupted before he could get any further.
"It'll be fun, I promise!" The puppy-dog look had transformed into something infinitely more hopeful, which only made things more difficult.
"I already told you-" Zexion tried again, with no more success than last time.
"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaase?"
There was a long silence as they stared at each other, both determined to have their way. Eventually, Zexion gave another sigh, signalling his defeat.
"Fine," he conceeded, though his tone didn't convey as much annoyance as it probably should have. "But I am not jumping in any puddles."
Demyx positively beamed at him, catching him in a quick and enthusiastic kiss before running off to find his boots and other assorted rain gear. Zexion, who was finally starting to get used to this sort of thing after nearly a year of dating, found himself simply shaking his head, not bothering to fight off the beginnings of a small smile.
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