I still couldn't get used to the creepy horror-movie feeling of the long, white hall as we walked down it in silence. I can't help it, I know that all those scary movies aren't real, but they sure scare me something awful. It was so quiet in the halls that the sound of our feet padding on the marble floors and the sound of gentle breathing sounded loud, and seemed to echo off the walls. I still felt those panicky, nervous vibes coming off Demyx, and I could see that Zexion, though not giving anything away by his expression, looked a little tense.

Demyx and I both heaved a sigh of relief when we reached his room. The Melodious Nocturne's room was just the way I remembered it being last time: messy, colorful, and purely Demyx. He set the huge bowl of goldfish crackers on the littered coffee table, and flopped down on the bed with an emphasized "Oh!"

I also lie down on the bed, though not as brutally. Zexion turned on the light, made his way over to a recliner in a corner of the room, brushed off all the trash sprawled out on it, and sat down on it, pulling out a huge book he'd been carrying under his arm and reading it.

"Aw, c'mon Zexy!" Demyx whined once he saw Zexion after sitting up. "You're no fun at all!"

Zexion didn't even look up from the page he was on as he replied, "You two can just have fun without me. Just pretend I'm not even here, okay?"

Demyx stuck out his bottom out in a pout. "But… it's no fun without you…"

That caught Zexion's attention. He looked up a little skeptically, and Demyx cocked his head to the side a bit, again giving him that pound-puppy look. I stifled a giggle at how ridiculous this was turning out to be.

"You just said I was no fun at all. Now you're not making any sense."

Demyx didn't respond, still giving Zexion puppy eyes.

The Cloaked Schemer rolled his eyes and shut his book angrily. "Fine. I'll come over there, just stop with the huge eyes, okay?… It makes you look like an owl."

"Yay!" Demyx very suddenly leapt off the bed and pounced on Zexion, pinning him down to the floor. I burst at laughing; this was getting too funny! Oh God… they were in the most awkward position… I just laughed even harder.

Zexion's shocked expression turned to horror, and then to anger. He blushed savagely and growled, "Do realize what position you've put us it in?!"

Obviously not. Demyx just started giggling like a moron. Zexion scoffed and pushed Demyx off. He stood up and sat down on the bed, looking flustered. I gave out a little snort of laughter and he gave me the sharpest pair of daggers I'd ever seen. Demyx was just sitting there rolling on the floor laughing until he finally calmed down and joined us on the bed.

"I'm sorry, but that was just… hilarious!" I laughed. Zexion's nose wrinkled up crossly.

Demyx giggled, but he suddenly winced and clutched his side. "Ow. I think I laughed a little too much. Heh."

"So, what exactly were you planning on doing while we're still here?" Zexion asked, still irritated.

Demyx ignored his tone and answered, "Hmmm… I really don't know. What do you guys wanna do?"

I shrugged in response.

"How 'bout you, Zexy?"

Zexion lay down on his back, arms crossed against his chest and replied sourly, "I don't care. Just so long as it distracts me from this freaking storm."

I turned to the window. Wow. It looked horrible outside. It was pitch black, and rain was lashing against the window so fast it looked like a waterfall. Then, as if on cue, thunder and lightning disturbed the night, sending all of us into a frenzy.

Everything happened at once. Firstly, Demyx flinched, shrieked, and dove under the covers for cover. I, having gotten a little used to it, simply jumped, fell backwards, and landed on top of Demyx, who gave a yelp of surprise and fell off the edge of the bed with an audible "Oof!", pulling the covers with him. Zexion yelled out in horror, jumped at the same time, and got dragged off the edge of the bed by the covers that were wrapped all around Demyx like a straightjacket. I got pulled down by the covers as well, so we all landed in a crumpled heap on top of Demyx and his straightjacket blankets.

Zexion breathed heavily a minute before growling, "Don't… EVER… do that again…"

I heard Demyx say something, but it was too muffled by all the covers to comprehend.

"What?"

"Mmmphmmm."

"I can't hear you."

"Mmmphmmm."

"Still can't hear you."

"I said 'I'm sorry'!" Demyx yelled, now audibly.

"It's okay, I forgive you," I assured him.

"Eeeeeee…" he mumbled incoherently again. My guess was that he was saying "yay".

I rolled off the pile and got up onto the bed again, and Zexion did the same. Demyx emerged from under the covers like a swamp monster emerging from the mud, emphasizing the motion with a very dramatized, "I LIIIIVE!!!"

After he climbed onto the bed, there was a feverish knocking on the door, and we looked at each other in confusion. Who wanted in now?

"Who is it?" Demyx asked.

"It's Saïx. Is that you making all that noise in here?" Saïx! The shock on our faces turned to horror. Oh God, what was he going to do?

He wasn't patient enough for our hesitated answer, so he just simply swung the door open, looking very grave. "I asked you a question."

"Uhhhh…" All three of our eyes darted to one another, expecting someone to speak up.

He put his hands on his hips, his upper lip raising up in the beginnings of a snarl. Oh snap. That was bad. "Is this some kind of jo— GAAAHH!!!" He screamed as a crash of thunder and lightning boomed throughout the castle yet again, sending him diving under the bed in a frenzy. We all looked over the side of the bed, and couldn't see any trace of Saïx, we could only hear him whimpering like a dog under the bed. Whoop-de-do. Yet another nobody with a fear of thunderstorms.

"Saïx…?" Demyx asked a little nervously.

"It's… it's going to kill us… kill us dead…" Saïx whined.

"It's okay, Saïx, really. It's just the thunder," I tried to assure the Luna Diviner.

"…K-kill us all…"

We all looked up to face each other again. "Any ideas?" Zexion asked, shrugging.

"Poke him with a stick?" Demyx suggested innocently.

"Don't you dare…" Saïx broke out of his terrified whimpering and growled at us.

"You have to come out from there eventually, you know," I told him.

"It's much safer under here. No dangers whatsoever."

"What about the bloodsucking poisonous dust-bunnies? Can't forget those… or the bed pixies. Oh, those things are evil…" I admired how Demyx could just make things up as he went along.

Saïx finally emerged from under the bed, a little warily. He looked up at us with his piercing honey-colored eyes and said sternly, "You three together are nothing but trouble. I'll keep watch over you to make sure you don't wreak havoc on the castle."

Crap. I stifled a groan as Saïmade his way over to the recliner that Zexion had sat at previously. This night would just never end, would it?


And now we bring Saïx into the picture. 8D Fun, fun, fun. Can anyone else imagine Saïx diving under a couch/bed in fear? Because I sure can. Vividly.

Zemyx fluff. Need I say more? ;D

The scene of them all falling off the bed was clearer in my mind... I have trouble writing scenes like that. D': Just imagine it however, it'll be funny either way. xDDD

Those bed pixies really are evil... EVIL, I tell you! Better sleep with one eye open tonight, or they'll unleash there evil pixie power on your backside. 8D

Thanks for reading! Remember that reveiws make me burst with fruit-flavored joy. ^w^

~UltraVioletSpectrum (aka Mo)