||[Aug. 14th, 2006|04:31 pm]
The Crack that Never Was
So the Superior was drunk again. Quite smashed. Lexaeus pretended to nod agreement to Xemnas's shitfaced opinion of things, then helped him find a peaceful, relatively clean place to sit.|
A few moments later, a drunken yell at Zexion followed the crashing of a no-doubt priceless vase to the floor. Zexion, of course, was nowhere near the scene of the crime, his mere absence providing testimony to how drunk the Superior had become.
Lexaeus sighed (silently), groaned (mentally), and commenced cleaning operations. Since most of the Organization XIII had vacated the Castle that Never Was for the time being, it was no big deal for him to enter and organize (heh, pun) the bedrooms, a productive way of killing time until either the others returned or Xemnas came to his senses (which wasn't likely to be soon). This included sorting Xigbar's liquor cabinet (all the vodka was gone, most likely Xemnas's handiwork, most of the rum had vanished, and it looked like Marluxia had helped himself to another bottle of sake), navigating AROUND Marluxia's Garden of Doom (and giving a few of the more aggressive flowers a much-needed "pruning"), hanging a spiffy new sword rack in the bedroom of Number Thirteen, buying a new sharpener for Larxene and one for Xaldin (sharp weapons were a hassle, crushing was just as effective as cutting...), putting a new coat of fireproof lacquer over the wallpaper in Axel's room... the chores seemed overwhelming.
And then, the cliche'd "little ray of sunshine".
Clattering sounds and the occasional screech testified to a presence in the laboratory Lexaeus had dreaded cleaning and so saved for last.
Vexen, too, had returned home.
Lexaeus left the lab alone, but was sure to dust the area around the door extra-well. Like the cranky researcher, he hated going unnoticed for all his hard work.
Having finished with the personal quarters of the Organization, the Silent Janitor slowly made his way toward Namine's bedroom, recalling a specific masterpiece of hers and wondering if he could negotiate a "rental" with the enterprising little pervert.