Zexion walked down the halls, a book in his hand and his eyes skimming the words. He had been summoned to receive a mission. He was told that he was to have a partner on this mission, he prayed for any but Demyx. He really liked to work by himself. But something in the pit of his stomach told him that he would bee paired with the blonde sitar player. Zexion turned the page gingerly. His eyes taking in the new set of words for his uninterested looking eyes. When reading, Zexion blanked out his mind almost completely. Everything else around him was simply a plain gray blur in his periferal vision.