You sighed. It has been another few days with an injured Saix glaring at you.
At least he stopped insisting on leaving, you thought, for now.
The bell rang at the door. You looked over at Axel. With him was a boy with spiky blonde hair.
“Hey Siran,” Axel greeted, “how is Saix?”
“A handful,” you answered, “who is this?”
“Oh this is Roxas,” answered Axel before he sighed, “he is the new guy I mentioned yesterday.”
You came over and went down to Roxas’ level.
“Hello Roxas,” you greeted, “my name is Siran. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Si…ran…” Roxas repeated.
You gave him a small smile.
“He is the main reason I came here,” said Axel, “I was wondering if there was anything you could do for him?”
“She can’t do anything to help mental issues,” answered Saix.
You looked over to see him leaning on the door frame of the doorway that led to the house part. It looked like Saix had a bit of an issue with standing on his own. You sighed and facepalmed.
“I see what you mean now,” commented Axel.
Saix raised an eyebrow.
“You are supposed to be in bed,” you said through gritted teeth.
“Si…ran…mad…” Roxas commented.
“You can say that again,” said Axel while rubbing Roxas’ head.
Saix narrowed his eyes at the two nobodies. You sighed again.
“Back on subject,” you said, “I’m afraid Saix is right. I can’t help Roxas mentally. If he had a physical injury, then I could be of some help. You’ll have to go to a shrink…which I’m not sure if there is one in Twilight Town.”
Alex slouched and pouted.
“I was afraid you would say that,” he said.
“I guess we’ll leave you two alone then,” he said.
“If you see that superior of yours let him know that it’ll be a day longer for Saix to go back,” you said before glaring at said Saix, “if he keeps getting out of bed.”
“I’ll let him know,” he said, “see you two tomorrow.”
You waved as Axel took Roxas’ arm and dragged him to the door.
“Bye…Si…ran…” said Roxas before he and Axel went out of the door.
You crossed your arms.
“Explanation,” you said before looking at Saix, “now.”
Saix was about to answer when his stomach growled. You swore you saw his cheeks turn a little red, but you were unsure due to Saix’s face showing no emotion.
“…I said to eat all of your breakfast,” you stated.
Saix still showed no emotion. Your eyebrow twitched. You took Saix’s hand and took him to the kitchen.
“Sit, and I’ll try to find something,” you said.
Saix did as you ore red while you looked through the refrigerator.
Let’s see, you thought, leftover stew, ham, cheese, and leftover meatloaf.
You sighed and looked over at Saix who was just watching you.
“Any preference on food?” you asked.
Saix shook his head. You looked back in the refrigerator. You grabbed the leftover stew from last night; you put it in the microwave to heat it up. You grabbed a spoon and went back to the microwave once the stew was done. You put both in front of Saix.
“Careful, it’s still a bit hot,” you warned.
“Or I’ll be here another day due to you treating my burnt tongue,” commented Saix.
“Were you trying to make a joke?” you asked.
Just then the bell over the store’s door rang. Saix simply shrugged. You shook your head and then went to the shore part. You saw a mother and child. The child seemed to have fallen recently going by the many scrapes on her elbows and knees.
“My what happen?” you asked.
Saix looked up from his stew when he heard a child laughing. He looked back at the stew. Saix sighed. He got up and slowly went to the doorway leading to the store part. He watched as you put bandages on the little girl’s knee.
“Now I want you to promise me that you will not try to skip steps again,” you said, “okay?”
Watching you interact with the girl brought back a few memories to Saix. The mother picked up her child. She, then, paid and thanked you before leaving. You sighed before feeling eyes on you. You looked to the doorway to see Saix. There was just a pinch of sorrow in his eyes. Saix headed back to the kitchen. You soon follow.
“Saix?” you asked.
“Hm?” he answered.
“Are you okay?” you asked.
“I’m the same as I was this morning,” Saix answered.
“It’s just,” you started, “you looked a bit sad a few seconds ago.”
“Nobodies don’t have a heart,” said Saix, “therefore we can not feel.”
You made a face.
“What is a nobody exactly?” you asked, “and what exactly is this organization XIII? Oh and-”
Saix held up his hand to silence you.
“It is a very long explanation,” he answered.
“Well we do have the rest of today,” you stated, “and probably all of tomorrow too.”
This is going to be one long afternoon, he thought.