When Zexion awoke, the sun had just barely risen above the horizon. Soft beams of sunlight filtered into the room, illuminating it without hurting his eyes. He lifted his head slightly. He could hear the soft strumming of a sitar through the walls and the smell of, was it pancakes?, was wafting through the crack under his door. The overall effect was rather pleasant. He put his head back down and sighed contentedly, his eyelids slipping shut. Everything was so quiet and peaceful that he just wanted to go back to sleep again. Peace. And quiet. How he'd missed those two after he began living with Demyx and Axel.

Axel and Demyx, his flatmates, the Harbingers of Chaos, Destroyers of All Things Good and Proper.

If Zexion was groggy before, he was now fully awake and alert. It was much too peaceful and the quiet, the unnatural quiet, was starting to unnerve him. If he had just woken up and Demyx was playing the sitar who had made pancakes?

Axel? Oh God, please not Axel. His poor apartment could only withstand so much abuse, his poor, poor kitchen. Contrary to popular belief, Axel was a morning person and often insisted on making breakfast although he had yet to succeed without turning Zexion's kitchen into a war zone. The light, cheerful tune of the sitar seemed to be mocking him.

He dashed out of his room into the living room. He was slightly relieved. The damage couldn't have been as bad this time if the living room was still clean. Steeling himself, he cautiously approached to kitchen to find that it was

Completely Spotless. The only thing that seemed to have changed was two stacks of fresh pancakes with syrup smiley faces on the kitchen counter.

Aha! He knew what was wrong. Zexion's Awesome Analytical Skills had once again solved a mystery. The pancakes were probably spring-loaded so that the unsuspecting victim would get a face full of pancake, butter and maple syrup. Well, there was only one way to find out.

"Demyx! Would you like some pancakes?"

When Demyx's pancakes did not catapult into his face Zexion was truly confused. Had Axel finally mastered the use of fire in non-explosive situations? Furthermore, was Axel being nice? It wasn't question of whether a Nobody had the capability to be nice. No matter what Ansem said, Nobodies were able to feel so they had to have hearts as Demyx had always insisted. The better question was, why was Axel being nice?

As Zexion sat down to contemplate this unexpected turn of events he received his answer and a face full of pancake, butter and syrup.

By some feat of god or by intention (probably the latter but knowing Axel anything was possible) Axel had managed to burn off half a leg of the chair Zexion had tried to sit on. The result was Zexion had slid forward and his face (and hair) had landed on the stack of pancakes before his backside made contact with the tiled kitchen floor. Beside him Demyx was doing an extremely poor job of hiding his mirth.

"Look giggle on the choke bright cough side cough cough,"

"Do enlighten me Demyx. Where exactly is this bright side?" Zexion ground out between gritted teeth.

"At least giggle your head didn't gasp hit the table," he managed before erupting into full blown laughter at the state of his friend.

Oh, Axel was so going to get it.

As soon as Zexion found out where he'd gone.

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