OK, this is based off of something that somehow popped into my head while I was still half asleep before getting out of bed this morning. It's a little freaky, really.

OK, so this is an AU where the CO crew doesn't leave until after Day 118; Mission 37: Vacation. Also, Xion got her Keyblade at one point or another while Axel was around.

Saïx's day hadn't been bad for the most part. All missions had been successful, and Roxas had gathered a decent amount of hearts, as well as gathered an acceptable amount of data on the new world. And then Xigbar showed up.

Saïx was just in the middle of going through the rest of the day's duties before he retreated to his room. Xigbar randomly decided to watch him while cleaning his weapons. After a minute, Saïx caved and asked, "Why are you cleaning your guns out here? Don't you normally do that in your room?"

Xigbar shrugged. "That gets a bit lonely after a while, so I figured I'd come out here and watch you do… whatever you happen to be doing."

"If you plan on doing that, at least make sure your guns aren't loaded," Saïx told him.

"What, do you think I'm going to shoot it at you?" Xigbar joked, before accidentally pulling the trigger.

Saïx saw this coming and sidestepped out of way. The shot continued on its way, crashing through the window. Saïx glared at the Freeshooter, informing him, "You are going to be the one fixing that in the morning."

Xigbar let out a sigh as he took the hint and unloaded his guns while Saïx returned to his duties. He looked up after a moment, and found something that made him get up and bid Saix a quick goodbye before running away. The Luna Diviner raised an eyebrow, but was thankful to no longer have to deal with him, and paid no attention to his sudden leave.

As Saïx returned to his room, he was stopped by Axel. "Dude, what happened to your hair?"

Saïx froze. "Excuse me?" He asked his old friend.

"You heard me. Your hair. Looks like a part of it was lobbed off." Axel informed him.

Saïx's eyes widened. "What the-" He tried to crane his neck to look at it, but found he couldn't. He rushed into his room, where there was a mirror, though he hadn't used it until now. "Oh, I am going to get Number II for this."

"Xigbar did this?" Axel laughed. "How'd he manage that?"

"He was cleaning his loaded guns out in the Grey Room earlier, and he accidentally fired off a shot. I thought I missed it though."

"Well, clearly you didn't." Axel was trying to not laugh, and was failing miserably. He then pat his friend on the shoulder. "You needed a haircut anyway."

"Who's going to cut it? There's a reason it got this long to begin with."

"True," Axel put on a thinking look. "Let's see… The ones with the sharp weapons that could cut it are Xaldin, Roxas or Xion, provided that they have a sharp Keyblade at the moment, Marluxia, and Larxene. Unless you want to go to Twilight Town and see if you can get someone down there to do it."

"No," Saïx snarled.

Axel rolled his eyes. "Alright, that leaves you with 5 options."

"Neither of the kids," Saïx said firmly.

"Why? Are you afraid of getting laughed at?" Axel joked.

"No, if they find out I'm having such stupid issues; they'll lose any respect they have for me."

"I think that goes for everyone you can turn to. Hey, I know, go to someone that already doesn't have any respect for you." Saïx glared at him. Axel let out a sigh, saying, "Alright then, let's go to Twilight Town and buy a pair of scissors. Then all you have to do is trust me to not chop your head off on accident." Saïx's glare didn't disappear. "Fine, then just deal with having awkward lopsided hair. Doesn't matter to me."

Axel turned around and left. When he was gone, Saïx just fell face first on top of his bed with a groan.

"What the heck's going on here?" A voice called out to him. Saïx stiffened, he knew who it was. "I thought you kept your door shut to keep out the idiots that wanted to bother you." There was the sound of footsteps that echoed across the room. "What are you doing?"

"Go away," Saïx commanded in annoyance.

The person didn't leave, instead most likely looking at his hair, which had gone everywhere when he fell onto the bed. Not that it changed just how bad it was. Then there was the expected laughing. It took a couple minutes for it to die down. "What did you do to your hair?"

"Number II happened," Saïx muttered through his pillow.

"Xigbar? How'd he manage that?"

"You sound like Number VIII," he replied, ignoring the question.

"You aren't going to answer my question?"

Saïx lifted his head to glare at Number XII. "He was cleaning his guns."

"They were loaded, weren't they?" She guessed. Saïx nodded. She laughed. "So who are you planning to get to fix it?"

Saïx placed his head back on his pillow. "No one."

"Most of the members aren't going to let you live it down, you know," she pointed out. Saïx did something akin to a nod. "At least face it with a little dignity."

"And how do I do that?"

"Well, for starters, don't lie there, at least not like that. You look pathetic." Saïx groaned and sat up. "Next, at least try and make it a little less jarring."

"And how do I do that?" He repeated.

"Well, the best way is to just cut it a little." She smiled. "If you give me something in exchange, I'll save you the embarrassment of having to ask someone to do it for you."

Saïx glanced at her. "Fine. Tomorrow will be a vacation day."

Larxene smiled happily and got to work fixing his hair. Sometime later, Saïx's hair was shorter by quite a bit, but at least it didn't look as horrible as it had before.

"Don't forget what you owe me now," she whispered in his ear before strolling out of his room. Saïx let out a groan as he realized that he had to halt operations for the day tomorrow. At least, he was still going to get back at Xigbar.

Roxas strolled into the Grey Room on his 118th day. He looked around, and only found Xigbar replacing a window that he had apparently broken the day prior. Where Saïx normally stood hung a piece of paper on the window that informed him that he had the day off.

'Wonder what the occasion is?' Roxas thought to himself, turning and leaving for Twilight Town in an attempt to find something to do.

Still in the Grey Room, Xigbar grumbled to himself about how cold Saïx can be over one little accident.

Yeah... So anyway, at one point or another, soon, I hope, I want to make something that is much more original to the dream/whatever that is considered. That's be amusing, because Saïx was pretty broken there, and he just sat there smacking his lips as a form of communication. God, that was weird.

Tell me if I made any errors, please!