22. Morning
Demyx skipped down the hallway, arms holding a large crate in front of him. Hopefully he was still asleep. And that Xigbar was still up for the plan.
Gleefully, he bit back on an explosion of laughter as he knocked on the pirate man's door. Just as Demyx had hoped, he was fully prepared with his own crate. They exchanged devious grins and they tiptoed five doors down to their desired room. Quietly, Xigbar opened the door, and lying underneath the red covers was the lump of none other than the Flurry of Dancing Flames himself: Axel.
Somehow, they managed to set contraption after contraption, pulley after pulley, around the sleeping log's snoring frame. Soon it was complete.
"Wait!" Demyx hissed before Xigbar began. "One more thing," he placed a camera - set to go off right after everything - beside Axel's face. Xigbar gave the Nocturne a quizzical look. "I want to see his reaction. And keep it forever."
"I'll make copies for everyone if you pull the switch," Xigbar proposed and Demyx grabbed the rope with a blinding smile that yelled, "Deal!"
"Alright! Countdown to blastoff. Ten… nine… eight… OthernumbersBLASTOFF!"
He pulled the rope and let all hell loose.
The rope opened a slot to let marbles tumble down into a bucket of super-permanent paint those two had concocted, which dripped all over the redhead's exposed arms. When he moved, the bucket fell, hit a wooden toy car which rammed itself into a bag of exploding fireworks - the type that combusted when thrown on the ground. They fell off the makeshift ledge and burst when they connected with the floor. Just as they were doing that, every one of the twelve alarm clocks positioned around the pyro went off at jarring volumes. Demyx and Xigbar, luckily, brought their earplugs.
The redhead jolted out of bed. Only it wasn't Axel.
"SAÏX?"
The flaming wig slipped off the Luna Divider's messy blue mane, exposing his painted arms and suggestive drawings on his cheek as the sheets rolled off him.
"How could you NOT TELL THAT WAS SAÏX, DEMYX!" Xigbar shrieked over the alarms.
"It was dark, I'm sorry!"
Saïx sent the Mother of All Death Glares at the two pranksters. From the doorway they could vaguely hear chuckling as the light flicked on.
"I told you I was a morning person, guys, got it memorized?"