RECAP
" Glancing back at Xigbar, who seemed to be waiting rather patiently, she slipped into the portal, finding the effect of all the darkness around her rather comforting actually. At least until one impatient Nobody decided she was taking too long to pass through it. A gloved hand grasped her wrist, Irenx immediately trying to jerk away out of reflex, but the grip was strong, but loose and once she noticed it was Axel, she relaxed slightly. He tugged at it gently, grumbling, 'You're slow, come on.' Rather grumpy, she still allowed the red-head to lead her out of the comforting, mothering darkness and into a room bright as new fallen snow.
With the air of one well used to the stark walls and sanitary feel of the place, Axel droned, 'Welcome to The Castle That Never Was. And no, you're not allowed to draw on the walls with sharpies.' "
Once inside the castle, Irenx and Axel were forced to wait until Xigbar had sauntered his way out of the portal to accompany them. As it was, Axel wasn't thrilled to be going to the Superior's office in the first place. For one, it smelled like a raunchy mix of cheese, feet, and too much perfume. He could hardly stand it himself, so it gave him some measure of satisfaction to know that Zexion, with his super sniffer of doom, probably almost keeled over every time he had to walk into that room to give a report. He would have pitied Shorty if a) he had a heart and b) wasn't so.. Axel-ish. Neither of which were going to be happening any time soon. Oh well. Glancing at the wary, but curious female and the slouched, casually strolling Number II before him, he attempted a smooth escape around the next corner, but a drawling voice called him back.
'Y'know, Axel, I don't want to do this either, so unless you wanna be pinned by your ass onto the wall, you'll come along too.', pirate-like Xigbar called off handedly, the threat said with such casualness that you could almost believe he didn't mean it. Unfortunately for Axel, he certainly had no qualms about pinning the younger man on the castle wall by the seat of his pants. With a grumble that could have been a whine, Axel sulked back over to the other two, eyeing the door they were slowly approaching with growing apprehension. Demyx had always come running out of there like Cerberus was after him and while he didn't think that it would have such an adverse effect on him, there probably was a good reason why no one, excluding Saïx of course, looked forward to having to deliver a report or message to their boss. Maybe it was the way he stared at you like he was about to molest you or simply the horrid stench of his room, but normal nobodies just did not like the place. Even the Dusks didn't enjoy going in there.
This held true for Irenx as well, her eyes narrowed as the first wisps of scent drifted out from under the door and into her nose. Eww! Didn't that guy use foot powder or something? Nasty. She had hoped that this door wasn't the one they were going to have to go through, but a quick, hopeful glance at her two guides slashed the hope to ribbons. Thankfully, they seemed to dread the entrance just as much as she did, so at least she wouldn't be suffering alone. 'Doesn't this guy know there's an invention called foot powder that keeps your feet from smelling rancid?', she finally piped, nodding pointedly at the door. Xigbar paused, hand inches from the doorknob, before bursting into laughter. Axel was much less exuberant than the Freeshooter, only letting out a small snort of laughter in response to Irenx's comment. A few seconds later, the door opened and a grumpy, white-haired Nobody peered out onto the three of them. Taking in the new nobody's appearance coldly, the man ordered harshly, 'Do share what joke you all seem to find so amusing.' Inconspicuously, Axel's foot scuffed over Irenx's and slight pressure eased onto her pinkie toe; a warning not to say a word about it.
Xigbar was swift to cover all their butts, an easy grin flying onto his face. 'As if we'd want to embarrass the poor newbie, Superior. She doesn't even get what she did that was so funny anyway. Poor kid.' Rolling his eyes, Xemnas apparently decided to let it go and instead address the issue at hand. 'Whatever, Number II. Bring her in and we will begin.' Stalking back to the seat behind his desk, the leader of Organization XIII sat down and summoned a Dusk. Axel and Xigbar uneasily went inside, Irenx following slowly, and chose chairs for themselves. Unlike the two who had accompanied her, Irenx sat straight and rather uncomfortably in her well-cushioned chair. Xigbar had promptly slouched into the chair, one leg sprawled over the left side and the rest of him curled comfortably into the back. The red headed pyro had flopped himself down across both arms, laying sideways on the chair before sneakily plugging one ear bud in so that he could half-way tune out the Superior. Xigbar had his eye patched turned towards Xemnas so that his good eye wasn't visible, but Irenx had a sneaky suspicion that he was going to have no problem sleeping away the lecture. Bastards, they just had to leave her to deal with this alone, didn't they?
Once everyone was settled down, she noticed that the Dusk he had been speaking to, or would it be thinking to?, had disappeared. Vaguely, she wondered why and where the weird looking thing had gone to. Her answer came in three precise, light knocks. Boredly, Xemnas yawned, 'Enter.' There was a soft click of the doorknob being turned and another Nobody entered through the door, his nose wrinkled with distaste for the odor. Almost immediately, he commented, 'Really, Superior, you should see to getting a good air freshener.' The voice was quiet, with a slight accent that was impossible for Irenx to place, something high class for sure though, and perfectly enunciated words. What really caught her off guard was the Nobody's appearance. If she had just eyeballed it, she would have said he would be hard pressed to come out taller than her. This was the truth, for the short Nobody found himself to be 5' 5" or somewhere around 165 centimeters if you preferred the metric system. And his hair – an odd, periwinkle blue that darkened to cobalt blue on the lower half, the same color his eyes were – caused her to raise her eyebrows in surprise. Things just got weirder and weirder around here.
Xemnas flapped his hand dismissively. 'That is beyond the point, Zexion. The topic is the one which we discussed during the last meeting – apprentices. If that damned Keyblade wielder comes back, we shall be better off with twice the number of us to finish him. If he finds a means to truly end our nonexistence, then it would also be better for us to have others to continue the Organization.', he continued nonchalantly, obviously ignoring the problem that Zexion had with the scent of his room. Finally growing impatient, Zexion made a "yes, yes, hurry up" gesture with his hands. When Xemnas didn't get the hint and continued rambling he sighed and said, 'Yes, I do recall that topic of discussion. I must assume that this nobody..' Here he stopped to glance at Irenx, his bangs flicked away from his eyes briefly so that he could see her fully, before continuing. '..is one of the apprentices that you have requested be found and brought to The World That Never Was?' Seeming rather pleased with himself, Xemnas straightened and puffed his chest out slightly. 'Indeed, you are correct, Number VI. This girl is one of them and needs to have her element checked, a room made that is connected to her mentor's, and thoroughly assimilated with Organization XIII.' A moment later her paused, glaring about the room, his irritation clear. 'And just where is Vexen? It is his job to orient the new members with their elements.', the Superior snapped. Irenx continued to lean against the back of her chair, contemplating how much more alike a PMSing woman Xemnas could get. She could see why everyone seemed to dread coming in here.
Zexion simply shook his head. 'He passed me muttering about some new experiment or another; I have no doubt that the Dusk you sent to summon us found itself unable to rouse Vexen from his lab.', he stated calmly, apparently unaffected by the enraged state of mind that Xemnas was swiftly approaching. At that specific point in time, a blond male who was hastily shucking off a thick lab apron staggered into the room, his hair lank with what must have been grease, throwing his lab coat onto the nearest unoccupied chair. Zexion seemed unfazed by this as well and Irenx thought she saw his nose twitch in what must have been a well concealed sniff. While her mind was whirling to try and figure out what was going on with the quiet book-worm, Xemnas rose and glared down at the slightly shorter Vexen with an icy glare to rival the ice element's own haunty stares. 'Wonderful moment to show up, Number IV. We were just discussing your absence when you finally decided to burst in. We have in our presence one of the apprentices I referred to last meeting and we require your expertise to define her element.', he purred, straightening so that he loomed even more over the lanky, seemingly unwashed mad scientist.
His voice spat with undue venom, Vexen hissed, 'Her? You're going to allow another female into the Organization after the storms Larxenne has caused?!' At these words, Irenx snapped out of her reverie and stood without a second thought. Her hazel eyes burned with remembered hate and spite, her back looking like someone had shoved a steel rod down it in place of bones. Quick, long steps brought her face to face with the Chilly Academic. If looks could kill, Vexen would've been six feet under by now. 'Excuse me, Sir Oily? Do I need to beat the sexist out of you?', she spat back at him, blood boiling by now. Taken aback by the response he had gotten from the headstrong female, different from Larxenne in the fact that he wasn't being attacked right now, Vexen took a small half step backwards. In fact, it seemed that everyone was quite interested to see how this would play out. Axel had turned off his iPod, Xigbar had woken up from his cat nap, Zexion's expression was more interested than bored, and even Xemnas seemed to have calmed down a little as someone else did the work of confronting Vexen for him.
Vexen's expression stayed shocked for only a split second, his expression soon clouding over into one of distaste that bordered on hate as he stared down at the upstart that dared to defy him, the Chilly Academic, Number IV! For a moment, he could do nothing but sputter his rage before he found his voice and snarled, 'Watch your tongue, cur, lest you find it pickled in one of my specimen jars!' Sarcasm mode coming out in full force, Irenx lifted her hands above her head and wiggled the fingers. 'Ooo, I'm so scared, Vixen – I mean, Vexen. No! Not the pickle jars! Anything but that!', she said in mock horror, eyes widening comically. Complete with her hands clamped over her mouth, she looked the picture of innocent sarcasm. At these comments, Vexen's face paled rather than reddened, his rage only growing. In fact, his mouth had just opened to retort something when Xemnas finally motivated himself enough to curb the vicious tendencies the two seemed to have towards each other. 'Cease this bickering, children. Vexen, do just simply state her element so you can get back to your experiments.', his whimsical voice intoned, yellow eyes gazing with utmost boredom down at them both. Behind him, he would swear two small, twin sighs escaped from Axel and Xigbar's mouths as he intervened and prevented the fight from escalating.
The Academic's eyes narrowed, his upper lip curling slightly. 'Is it not obvious? With her mouthy tendencies and sarcasm, who else could her mentor be?', he growled. More than happy to put in her own two cents, Irenx's outburst was halted by a firm, serious look from Zexion as he caught her eye over Vexen's shoulder. Her mouth puckered and frowned. Stupid people, spoiling her perfect remarks. Vexen's cryptic answer seemed to irritate PMS man, for soon Vexen flinched slightly and muttered, 'Fire of course..' And so softly Irenx only just heard him, he added, '..you fool.' Whisking around, he snatched his lab coat from its resting place before briskly heading for the door. However, instead of walking back to his room, a portal appeared and he stepped through it with much haste, keen to go back to torturing whatever poor soul had fallen into his hands. Irenx turned and cocked her head at Xemnas as if to say, "and now what?" The Superior stared down at her and Irenx finally realized what his gaze and eyes reminded her of – a reptile. 'Your element is fire, therefore your mentor will be Axel.', he stated calmly before turning to give Axel a glance. 'And thus, Axel, you will be responsible for settling her in, having the Dusks add on a room connected to yours, and her training. Xigbar and Zexion, you two will consent to overseeing this as long as you do no acquire your own apprentices?' Receiving a polite nod form Zexion and a lazy "Yeah, I guess" from Xigbar, the matter was settled. 'Dismissed.', Xemnas finished, going back to seat himself at his desk.
The others took this as their cue to make a hasty exit, Zexion leaving via the door and Xigbar simply teleporting, space warping around him as he used his own powers instead of darkness to move about. Axel slouched out of his chair, stretching and yawning cheekily, obviously just procrastinating from getting out to further irritate his boss before finally strutting out the door way, not looking back or waiting for Irenx to follow. He didn't need to, of course, since she was more than sharp enough to know that he was the person more or less "in charge" of her, though she was sure she could figure things out quickly enough for herself. Of course, she added after a moment's thought, all the white walls would get confusing and disorienting after a while. When she had shut the door behind her, she looked up to see Axel was already about to round the first corner. Bajeebus, that guy could move when he wanted to! 'Hey! Hold up! I've got shorter legs than you!', she called, hurrying down the flight of stairs that led up to Xemnas' office. 'Well hurry up then, slow poke.', Sir Pyro called back, tapping the side of his leg impatiently. It didn't take long before Irenx had caught up, but even then, it seemed to slow for him. As it was, he settled for critiquing how she ran and even walked. 'You run too stiffly, you need to move fluidly, like water or, well, fire to be specific. And you don't need to hot-foot it like Zexy does, just kind of go with the flow.' Turning her head to face him, Irenx spewed forth her own criticism, 'So says he who struts instead of walks. You don't walk as graceful as a panther either, you know.' Axel cocked an eyebrow in response and immediately his gait shifted, becoming fluid and smooth like he was gliding instead of walking. Glaring at the challenge, the apprentice walked his movements for several moments before attempting to mimic his walking style. Unluckily for her, trying to take strides that required much longer legs than her's just made her look like she was trying to do a lunge walk instead of a smooth, sinuous glide. Turning to shoot daggers as the Cheshire Cat that grinned beside her, she huffed at him sullenly, 'Shut up, Lanky.' 'I didn't say anything, Shorty.', he answered with an even bigger, if that was possible, grin. They walked in silence the rest of the way, though occasionally, Irenx would hear him humming under his breath. Finally, she commented on one of the songs he was humming.
'NOOOOO! NO MORE WASHINGTON POST!', she wailed, covering her ears and singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" loudly. At this, Axel looked quite hurt. 'You mean you don't like Washington Post?', he asked sadly, green eyes upturning pathetically. Irenx glared at him thunderously, expression settling into one of pure malice. She approached him slowly, finally smacking his chest with the back of her hand hard enough to make him wince. When he stared down at her in utter bewilderment at her reaction, Irenx hissed, 'You got that damn song stuck in my head! That's the hundred and second time, counting my Somebody's memories, that I've had that stupid song stuck in my head.' She made a face and then began to sing it – full length, in key, and everything. After that, Axel made sure to sing different songs. Finally, he came to one of his personal favorites and Irenx was quick to pick up on what song it was and start singing the lyrics, even if she was a tad off key. The look she got was probably the most priceless thing she'd ever soon. 'You listen to Smashmouth?', Axel asked suspiciously. In response, Irenx sang cheerfully, 'You might as well be walkin' on the sun' He shook his head, but instead switched to singing along with her. Needless to say, the two received many odd looks from the other Organization members they passed, Saïx's look being the most disgruntled and annoyed.
The most surprising thing the happened, however, was when the music started playing. At first, it was just faint chords as whatever was making the music got warmed up. Then it got progressively louder, as if the volume on speakers were being gradually turned up. Axel simply grinned and kept singing, inspiring Irenx to do the same. Sometime during Walking On The Sun, she heard another guitar come in so that the music became a duet also. It was only when the song had finished that she noticed who had been playing the music. Across the hallway from them, a sitar wielding "rock star" was waving to them, his sitar bursting into bubbles and he bounced over towards them, swiftly poking Irenx in the stomach. 'Who's this, Axel?', the blond boy asked, his voice higher pitched than the other males' voices. Axel stared down at him for a second, then seemed to remember that Irenx and he had never met. 'Oh, right. Demyx, meet Irenx. Irenx, this is Demyx. Got it memorized?', he said by way of introduction. Demyx grinned cheerfully, his bright aqua eyes seemingly alight with happiness. If he hadn't been wearing that trademark black coat, she would have said that he was just a very optimist and happy teenager of around 16. 'Nice to meet you, Irenx! You and Axel sing pretty good, I was expecting him to be really off key, but you two sounded okay.', he chattered, bouncing his weight from one foot to another, apparently unable to keep still with his hyperactive energy. However, it wasn't Demyx's bouncing that finally caught Irenx's eye. It was a purple and red haired Nobody with a purple and blue sitar and blue eyes that finally caught her attention. When their eyes locked, all else became obsolete.
'SHANNOOOOOOOOOOOOON!' 'ERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!' The screams were twin echoes of recognition and glee, the two Nobodies suddenly darting forward to each other, the water element's sitar bursting into star-shaped bubbles, until they collided with a massive impact, the two bouncing about and squealing with joy. Finally, their squealed gibberish done, the rapid-fire question and answering began. 'How did you get here, Shan?', Irenx chirped, hugging her friend more tightly. 'How did I get here? How did you get here?!', "Shannon" asked in disbelief, wriggling happily. Irenx shook her head. 'Bah, doesn't matter! You're here, I'm here, let's go cause chaos!', she cackled, the other teen snickering mischievously in response. Out of nowhere, another flying body tackled into them, the laughed, 'Group hug!', letting them know it was Demyx joining in on the reunion. A moment later, Axel appeared to ask them what the heck was going on. 'Uh, you two know each other or something?', he asked hesitantly, staring at the three-way hugfest. 'Yup, yup', "Shannon" explained, 'she and my Somebodies knew each other. Oh, and Erin, I go by Saxnnohn now. I heard Axel say your new name's Irenx, am I right?' Irenx nodded several times, now trying to wiggle her way free of Demyx and Saxnnohn's death grips. Several attempts later, she was finally free and chatting it up with them. The group had begun to mingle off towards Axel's room where the Dusks had already been busily working on adapting a section of the castle into a room for Irenx. (Apparently, Axel had used the time where Demyx, Irenx, and Saxnnohn had been hugging to order the Dusks to do this.)
After another flight of stairs and several corridors, they seemed to finally have reached the members' rooms. Along the walls, starting on the left side then going to the right, the rooms went VIII, IX, and X on one side and XIII, XII, and XI on the other. At the end of the hallway, a spiraling stairway led to the rooms of the upper numerals, I through VII. One room, Irenx noted, seemed to be unoccupied. It was the thirteenth room, the door's silver roman numerals tarnished from lack of care, and a small silver lock was in place upon the door. She remembered Axel and Xigbar talking about a member that had apparently left, so her mind instantly connected the two items. The member that had resided in that room, number XIII, was the same person that Axel missed so much. There was something to ask about later. A light click sounded from in front of her, fingers snapping in front of her eyes to bring the Nobody out of her reverie. 'C'mon, look alive there, Irenx,' Axel teased lightly. 'Wipe that drool off your chin and come on, I'm not going to hold this door all day, you know.' Sticking the tip of her tongue out childishly for a moment, she hustled through the door and into the room. Demyx and Saxnnohn had already made themselves at home and had seated themselves on the large bed. They both had their sitars out, so it was probably some sort of training. From what it looked like to Irenx, Saxnnohn was tuning her's. She then went on to absorb the look of the room. It was warm in it, almost too warm, with a plush carpet and dark burgundy walls. A large, arched window that the focus of attention on the south wall, the draperies black but partially open to allow some light into the room. The bed was a queen size at least, Irenx's size judgment was far from exceptional, with a bedspread bedecked with odd, pointy circle-looking weapons in varying sizes (she would later learn that the proper name for them were "chakrams"). The pillows were the same and it was tempting to not go test out the bed's comfortability, a new word she had made up on the spur of the moment, by sitting with Saxnnohn and Demyx. Along the walls at equal intervals, heatless flames glowed mildly in their brackets. The brackets seemed to be something akin to candle holders, but instead of a candle, a flame flickered there. The eastern wall held a large corkboard with various things tacked to it. Reminders, mission cards, keys – although to what she didn't know, folded up bits of papers that had obviously been read and reread many times, and, of course, photos. The pictures had come from a Polaroid camera and seemed to be on the moments you would label "priceless". Several of them were group photos, badly taken in most cases (it looked as though one of the people in the photograph had tried to take the picture by holding it away form everyone and then pointing it at the group and pressing the button), of Demyx, Axel, and a third Nobody she didn't recognize. Her mind swiftly connected the information, putting the face to the identity of "person-who-must-not-be-named-for-fear-of-Axel-getting-emo-and-sentimental". The north wall contained the bed, so last she peered at the western wall, noting the single door it held.
Catching the glance she gave him, Axel nodded that yes it was, indeed, her bedroom. Swiftly making her way over to the door, she turned the knob and bounced right in. She had been expecting the bedroom to be nicely furnished already, but what she saw was just the opposite. Currently, the bedroom was just an empty, white box. While she was staring in disbelief at her room, another of the probably boneless Dusks approached her in their weird way of walk, a fingerless and belted hand coming up to try and touch her forehead. Surprised by the sudden appearance of the Dusk, she smacked it away, hopping to the side. To her surprise, it gave her a tolerant, reproachful look – could they even give looks since they didn't have eyes? – before its zippered mouth opened. Thinking it was going to bite her or something, Irenx took another step backward, muscles tensing to dart back out of the room ASAP. Instead, stately words filled her mind. Not a voice per say, but more words that she hear with a voice. It was odd and difficult to describe really. It was almost like all the sound and thought had been momentarily blocked whilst the Dusk "spoke".
I am here to assist in the creation of your room, my liege. Please do not resist.
She swore she could hear her jaw hit the floor, eyes staring blankly at the lower Nobody that waited patiently for her reply. 'Err.. What?', she asked after a half a minute of blank staring. She was saved from more of the odd way of speaking the lower Nobodies had by a curious Demyx who had gotten bored with waiting. Spotting him bound into the room, no doubt soon to be followed by the rest of the gang, Irenx started to point at her "assistant" just as Demyx began to explain. 'They make your room based on your thoughts. Once they have access to all your memories and subconscious feelings from both you and your Somebody, they create the room to your perfection standards. Even if you don't know what the perfect room for you would be, they're able to piece all the information together to make it perfect. That's why it was trying to touch your forehead.' Her stare first went to the patient Dusk, to Demyx, then to the blank walls of her room, and back to Demyx and the Dusk. 'So basically I let him.. her..', she paused and turned to the Dusk, utterly confused. 'Uh, what gender do you identify with?', she asked it. It seemed rather taken aback or confused by the question, but at last it answered.
I have never been asked that by one of you, liege, but I identify with male.
Irenx nodded when this finished and continued rechecking her answers. 'So I let him touch my forehead and BAM! I've got a spifferific new room?' Again grinned, Demyx nodded twice. 'Yup, yup. Have fun!', he called over his shoulder, already starting to skip back into Axel's room. Left once again to complete her room, Irenx glanced at the Dusk who swayed contentedly, awaiting her permission to continue. 'Um, go ahead?', she said uncertainly, turning it into more of a question than a command. Sidling up to her, the Dusk again raised its spindly arm laying its belted hand upon the apprentice's brow. For a moment, Irenx felt nothing. Then a cool, emotionless presence filled her mind, gently touching upon all contained within her mind. There was a brief flash of bright light and intense heat before the touch upon her forehead vanished and the light become comfortably dim again. Her eyes flickered open, darting around the transformed room.
The walls had been changed to a pleasing shading of darker blue with blue-grey trim. Two arched windows let in the grey light of the World That Never Was, the curtains being the same color as the trim. Softly glowing orbs, they resembled the souls one could find in the Underworld, hovered in frosted glass shades, the glass being a very pale and delicate blue. Overhead, a chandelier made of the same type of lights floated, delicate chains holding onto several glowing orbs that dangled beneath the main frame of it. The bed was queen sized with blue-black covers with a silver, red-silver, and blue-silver phoenix that was rising from a bed of flames. Embers danced about it and the light from the glows seemed to make the whole thing shimmer as if it were alive. While the window was also on the southern wall, the bed was tucked into the northwestern corner, a strategic location so that the brighter light would not wake her in the morning, and a magnetic bulletin board was placed on the eastern wall by a black, minimalistic bookshelf that was as of yet unfilled with books. On the northern wall on the right side of the door there was a long silk painting of bamboo, the brush painting well done and beautiful. On the eastern side of the bedroom there was a small loveseat that tempted her to just curl into it with her MP3 player, a good book or DS game, and spend the whole day being lazy. On the low bamboo table below the bulletin board, she noticed her DS. It looked the same as before, but now a small keychain-like thing dangled off the top that was specially designed for that purpose. The ornament was a card that looked like an elongated, three-pointed crown. It faded from aqua at the bottom right corner to navy at the top left corner. Bright silver lines ran around the outline a little ways in ward and a stylized heart whose ends curled inwards decorated the center of the card. It could have looked out of place being attached to the crimson and black DS Lite, but she figured it looked pretty good on the device. Yawning suddenly, she realized just how worn out she felt. Right about now, her bed looked really comfy. Wandering over to it, a desk suddenly materialized beside the bed, complete with radio and a fan. With a jolt, she noticed it was identical to the one she remembered having as a Somebody. Grinning, she flicked the setting to low, allowing the comforting noise to soothe away the rest of the noises in the World That Never Was. Only bothering to shuck off her shoes, Irenx clambered into bed, snuggling down into her blankets and pillows. A few minutes later and her breathing had evened out, a few after that and it had deepened as she drifted into deep sleep.
Almost silently, a tall, slender figure slipped into the bedroom. Axel's mouth opened as he began to ask what was taking her so long to make her room, but it closed swiftly as he noticed the snoozing figure curled in her bed. At the sight of Irenx sleeping, his almond shaped and slanted green eyes half-closed, a slight smile pulling at the edges of his mouth. Why was it that Nobodies always looked most peaceful and content while asleep? Turning, he stepped back into his own room and shut the door quietly. The confused glances of Saxnnohn and Demyx faded as he answered, 'Sleeping', to the unspoken question. Without a word, they went back to what they had been doing before hand. In this case, it was playing the Wii that Axel had snuck out of Luxord's room. With any luck, he would be too preoccupied with winning Xemnas' munny to notice the loss any time soon.