Chapter VIII- A Good Night Sleep

Muarry: Credits to Princess of Rose for beta reading, and lastly, the Authoress does not own anything except the OCs and the idea…And the EVIL-ness.

Roxas: There's no evil.

"Vexen, I can't sleep," Marluxia moans in bed. Vexen is also wide-awake as well, since they cannot roll in bed because of the magical cuffs. "Bawk, bawk!" The other reason why Four and Eleven cannot fall asleep is because of the chickens and monkeys outside, which were all making a ruckus. "Ack! Eep! Oop!" "Bawk!"

"If I weren't handcuffed, I'd go out there and put a silence to this insidious racket," snaps the blonde. He grabs his pillow, using it to cover his ears to muffle out the noise.

"Oooo! Eek! Ack!" The monkeys and feral chickens are having a party that night. Of course, most of the human residents are sound asleep, since they are used to the screeching contest between Plunder Island's most exclusive creatures. "Bawk, bawk!" "Aaahhhh! Eeeek! Aaahhhh!"

"Oooeeee!"

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"Oh, Good morning, Vexen. And my 'favorite' hotheaded student," Lexaeus greets the Chilly Academic and the pink-haired Graceful Assassin. The sun is rising and Mrs. Bammernvt enters in the room with their breakfast.

"Good marrow!" She screams, and then her group of friends enters the room and began playing mariachi music. Demyx watches in mortified horror. He knows that the senior water manipulator has quite a temper.

"Lexaeus!" Screams Vexen at the top of his lungs, now fully awake.

"What?" Lexaeus smiles mischievously.

-A few minutes later-

Marluxia and Vexen are up. They are still groggy, red-eyed, and sleepy as they sit on a very expensive black velvet couch. Lexaeus and Demyx brief them about this world. "Now here is the Plunder Island tourism map, there is the Naturalist Society, just mention that you're friends of mine." The Silent Hero was explaining and using dioramas for visual aid. "You can also call Demyx, while you guys are here. He was stationed in this world for your convenience." The two sleepy-eyed Nobodies only hear half of what Lexaeus is telling them, but they are wondering- how did both Demyx and Lexaeus manage to sleep through the whole chicken-and-monkey screeching fest?

"Superior, can I leave now for a gig with some buds of mine, please?" Demyx pleads, even using puppy eyes at the earth user, then Lexaeus nods. The Melodious Nocturne steps into the Corridor of Darkness with a loud, "Whoopie!"

"This is going to be bad, isn't it?" Vexen adds, doubting his fellow founding member's sanity and choice of a supervisor for Operation: The Three-Headed Monkey.

"Now, Vexen there's someone in PINS that…" But the two Nobodies are half asleep when Lexaeus is explaining the locals.