*Alchemy's POV*

"What to do…?"

I pushed at the many floating items in my messy, unkempt room. There was Marluxia's overly exuberant scythe and Zexion's dreary Lexicon (A/N: Secretly his Death Note.) I had other weapons, but they were shrouded amongst other trinkets and doodads in my bedroom.

I ran my hand over Maxi's snake-skin wallet, the softness of the skin feeling like the membrane on a real serpent itself. I can see Maxi walking around with the hide of a former animal. It just fit her mentality. The girl had that fucked up aura about her. She bled that psycho blood. Not that it fazed me or anything. I am a British gentleman.

Suddenly, my door handle was being pulled. It was being mauled at with hideous claws. No wait, that's just Maxi.

I felt like a storm was brewing in her only visible eye as the door slammed open. She snatched back her wallet, smacked me with it, and was on her merry way. Well, as merry as the psychopathic Maxi could get. I knew I took the wallet, but most of this crap just kind of showed up here. So I was a bit frazzled.

The grayish blue haired Zexion let himself into my room quite assertively I might add, and grabbed his book full of satanic chants. I myself didn't want any part of it because I had suspicions it would strangle me at night. He could take it back at any time. I wouldn't give a rat's ass.

Marluxia followed in all his pink feminine glory. I wanted his scythe. It was pretty. I fought the arsehole on it. I don't know how it got here. But I wanted it badly. Fuck the pink haired assassin. It. Was. Now. Mine.

As I was kneeing him in the testicles, a flash of black passed my doorframe.

A small girl with very long black hair from the meeting yesterday appeared in my doorway. I stepped over Marluxia, groaning and clutching his crotch harshly. I wanted to greet her.

"Excuse me, Miss. Are you lost?"

She slinked back, and turned around quickly, sprinting off. Her eyes reflected true fear, and almost loneliness. I mean, I knew she was staying in a room with Vexen. That MUST be torture in itself.

I rolled my eyes. A thief itself was a job that needed a lot of care. I couldn't be chasing after every girl who becomes a damsel in distress. I have more important matters to attend to. I am an accomplished magician after all.

Finally, my visitors left, and my chambers felt so empty all of a sudden. My belongings had been, well stolen. I hadn't had much in the beginning so my Kleptomaniac nature was all for a reason.

I tipped my fedora and lay back on my bed. I planted a toothpick in between my teeth, and closed my eyes. This was a productive day as I made sure I casted a spell to lock Marluxia in the closet. I felt as if I had a day full of missions.

But I couldn't help thinking about the girl. Number 0. She wasn't around much. She came around at night. She always had a blank expression. Maxi flared up when she saw this mysterious female. It had me thinking as I drifted off into corrupted, nightmarish sleep.