Xemnas and Zexion had gotten out of the cargo hold. First, Zexion's ropes had loosened enough so that he could wiggle out, then he debated untying Xemnas. He debated and debated, but after a long, long time (Xemnas tried to kick him) he decided, why not? If he were going to get out, he'd need a shield. A shield to catch all the steaming hot first class dinners.

When, at last, Xemnas was free, the first thing he demanded was that Zexion get him some coffee. Zexion broke the forth wall and complained to the readers about how LAME that was and didn't they agree? Xemnas tapped his foot through the whole speech.

In the end, however, the two Nobodies managed to get into the regular sections of the planes and when they emerged from the bathrooms, two black coated figures with strange hair, the passengers immediately freaked out. Xemnas smiled benevolently on them and walked through all the steaming dinners that were being thrown from every angle. When at last he had gotten through the rigmarole that is first class, he approached the pilot's door. Xemnas knocked lightly on the door and after a "come in" from the inside he opened the door with a bang and the plane mysteriously began to encounter dramatic storms—even though there was still nothing on the radar.

Zexion began to hum and back away from the first class passengers who were steadily advancing upon him. He backed straight into Xemnas, who toppled into the pilot, who's face smashed down on the controls, which sent the plane into a wild spin. The copilot screamed in delight. This was his chance to prove himself at last! He looked down determinedly at the console. Now, what made the plane go up? The co-pilot giggled nervously. Zexion nibbled on his finger briefly then summoned a Dummies book on how to fly planes. The Nobody thoughtfully elbowed the still giggling copilot to the side and took charge of the controls. He's smart like that.

Zexion cracked his knuckles, dutifully ignoring Xemnas's battle with the now up-and-at-'em pilot, who was still thrilled that he could use his boxing skills on an airplane. The plane slowly swung around from its current destination (where WAS it going, anyway? The South Pole?) and began to head back to the airport—Nobody haven—even if it was where Larxene was busy throwing a fit. Nothing was worse than getting Nothing frostbitten. The co-pilot wiggled from his squashed position. Darn, he'd lost his advantage.

Meanwhile, Xemnas was battling for his life. Non-life. Whatever. His hands were up in what he thought was a blocking position, but was really just grinding non-bone to non-bone as the fists slammed into him out of nowhere. Miraculously, none of them touched his face. Gee, Xemnas thought happily, at least I can still please the fangirls. I think my day is perfect. The worst part about this thought is that it wasn't sarcastic in the least. It was totally, brutally honest. Particularly the "Gee" part, because it's a cute little expression and just too funny to miss out on.

The pilot paused, out of breath, wondering how anyone could withstand his blows and still have a dreamy expression on their face. This particular pilot is the first to see this particular species. No, not a Nobody. A Neo-Narcissus. The ultimate egotist. The pilot shuddered, suddenly overcome with horror as he realized that no mortal blow could kill this fiend. Only someone pure of heart and Keyblade—but that's another story. Xemnas, still in his daze, didn't quite notice as the pilot pushed him fearfully out of the cockpit and into the arms of the critical stewardesses. The door to the cockpit shut with a frightfully ominous clang. Zexion, a boxing pilot, and a useless co-pilot all stuck in a small cockpit together.

- - -

Lexaeus's Journal

Entry #4

We're back in the office. But, what gives? Larxene's back, seemingly pacified. I don't trust her. Wait, I never trust her, do I? No, of course not. That would be stupid.

The room here is pretty cramped, just like it was when I left. I wonder what everyone's been up to. I spot a rabbit carcass on the floor and a lot of pages from a directory of some sort. A couple chairs are misplaced and the couch has been moved off its normal resting-place, I should guess, because there are indents in the floor that look rather like the couch legs.

I take that back. Maybe I don't want to know what they've been up to.

It also appears that we'll be leaving this cursed airport soon enough. However, we have to round up Xemnas, Zexion, Saix, and Luxord. Help us all.

Vexen tapped a pencil on his desk rhythmically and thought. Xaldin had accosted the lone security guard and Marluxia and Demyx were soaked. The guard was probably going to be up and around sooner than later and they had four people missing. The easiest person to find might be Saix—all they'd have to do is follow the trail of carnage.

"Then it's decided," Vexen said out of the blue.

Demyx's head flashed around. "What's decided?"

"We're going to find Saix," Vexen said with his 'what, were you not listening?' face.

Demyx nodded and kept on nodding more and more slowly as he thought about what Vexen had said. About a minute later, by the time Vexen had assembled a team he looked up. "You're going to do what?!"

Vexen marched out the door followed by Larxene and Xigbar. All three Nobodies paid no attention.

Larxene smiled as she looked up at the lights in the hall. "If Saix considers you all PETA freaks, then I would suppose he wouldn't be anywhere near here."

"You're right," Xigbar sighed as his body came back to where it should have been. "He's nowhere in the area."

"However," Larxene held up a finger, "I do have one idea of where to look."

Vexen smiled. "Do tell."

- - -

Saix was crouched in a feral position behind the snack machine, which was displaced by about three feet and cast just enough of a shadow to make Saix's eyes glow effectively.

"Just like a big cat." Vexen's mouth pulled into a thoroughly disgusted look and he distanced himself while Xigbar helped Larxene.

Saix growled angrily at Larxene who was blocking his path, then he whirled around to snap at Xigbar, who had appeared right behind him.

"I do think," Larxene commented, "that Axle has given Saix rabies. I had always suspected that man was a carrier…"

Xigbar shrugged and shifted the run that he had materialized to aim at Saix's forehead. "Maybe. But it appears that he won't go peacefully, no matter what the cause."

"No problem." Larxene snapped her fingers and electricity played around them.

Xigbar grinned. "I like your style." Saix whirled back around to face Larxene, his bared teeth and bright eyes glinting in the bright light.

"I love doing this," Larxene said, an almost pleasant look on her face. Then, in a blink of an eye, her hands jerked down to touch the tip of Saix's nose (it was the closes thing to her—awfully pointy and long) and a massive charge traveled into said Nobody's head. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head rather like a dog and stood up slowly.

"That was uncalled for," Saix muttered.

"Of COURSE it wasn't." Larxene brushed her hands off.

"Uncalled for." Saix stressed.

"Whatever, dude," Xigbar said. "You need to come back with us."

"Since when were you siding with THEM?!" Saix glared at Larxene as menacingly as he could.

"Plot progression," Larxene replied with a smirk.

Xigbar teleported out of the tight space to all the way across the room. "Then, well, come on dudes! We still have three people to round up."

Saix looked blank. "What's happened? The last thing I remember was chasing bunnies around the airport with my large pointy sword thing.

"Claymore," Larxene muttered. "And," she continued in a louder voice, "I can catch you up on a few things while we walk back to the office."

"The office?" Saix walked after Larxene as she pulled away towards Xigbar

"Previously called the Rebel Base."

Saix gave a toothy grin and imitated a large laser destroying a small planet. Not that I'm talking about anything in particular. You know.

Of course, by now, Vexen had already reached Xigbar and was tsk-tsking impatiently—it was totally out of habit and not a tsk-tsk sort of tsk-tsking. Uh. Moving on.

Saix sauntered towards the exit of the snack area and Larxene followed close behind. Saix's mind was obviously still on other things (that possibly gave off little lazer sounds) and Larxene wanted to make sure he went in the right direction. The two joined Vexen and Xigbar and then they stalked off to find Luxord… who really had to want to be found, come to think of it.

- - -

Axel was beginning to think that the room was better when he was living in fear of Larxene than when it was so stuffed full. The room wasn't terribly full, per se, but the noise generated by Demyx and Marluxia was overwhelming, not to mention the looks that Lexaeus kept giving him every moment. Not to mention he was writing after every look in a little red notebook about the size of his palm (it wasn't a tiny notebook… but Lexaeus has rather large palms) after every single hard stare. It was unnerving and Axel was growing more and more sure about his theory that Lexaeus could read minds.

Of course, on the other side of things, Lexaeus was also annoyed by Demyx and Marluxia. They had picked up their old argument after around ten minutes of wondering what to argue about, then realizing that thinking up a new topic would simply take too much work. So there they were, standing right next to Lexaeus's ears (or close enough that it counted), screaming about potted plants and the need to hydrate yourself properly and the wanton waste of water on the floor of the main foyer of the airport and other things like that. Overall, it was very pleasant and non-interruptive. It was so uninterruptive that Lexaeus had to keep looking up every minute blankly, as he had lost his train of thought on what he was going to write because of the cacophony that seemed to be sounding off in his brain continually.

It was for this reason that Axel was being creeped out. Everything has a chain reaction.

Another thing that linked to this chain reaction was Luxord. More importantly, Luxord popped into the room just to see what the noise was about, because it sounded very strange in his time warp and Luxord was a very inquisitive man. When he saw it was Marluxia and Demyx cat fighting over water, he burst into laughter, bought a soda from the vending machine, shook it up, sprayed it in their faces, then sat down on a couch like he'd been there all along.

Of course, it just so happened that neither of the two arguers had any idea of what had just happened, because who DOES know what happens in a warped time continuum after all, so they both accused each other at exactly the same time and poked the other in the eye. It was all just a bit too much for Roxas, who HAD noticed Luxord because he had sat down beside him, so he decided to go out in the hall and cry for a while and perhaps even see if he could buy some new shoes, because Larxene's comment was still bothering him.

So this was all very convenient for the reason that Luxord had decided to come out of hiding and watch the fun and Roxas had gone outside just in time to see the event of his little Nobody life take place.

What was this event? Why, it was Zexion landing a plane for the first time in HIS little Nobody life. It was a plane crash landing right on its nose, and it was that no one got hurt because of the spectacular job the handy men had done at installing air bags in the back of the plane seats. Not that the passengers were too thankful for almost being smothered.

But Roxas got outside just in time to see the spectacular event and he stayed stunned until he saw Xemnas emerging triumphant from a gaping hole in the plane's side, followed closely by Zexion, who was still amazed that he had landed a plane—not minding that it was rather half hazard.

Larxene had noticed the plane out of the corner of her eye somewhere halfway across the airport and had whispered to Xigbar that he might as well escort them to some viable doorway, which Xigbar promptly agreed to and disappeared. Vexen had turned around a little while later to discover that Xigbar had apparently disappeared and by the time they had reached the door that Xigbar, Xemnas, and Zexion had come in, he was none the wiser. Vexen was rather ticked off at this.

However, one way or another, Vexen and Zexion were back safely in the airport. Xemnas was very pleased with himself. Every step that Zexion took was more nerve-wracking. Xigbar was pushing him ahead, and Larxene was behind him every step he took. Every single stinking step.

And you're like, "But, she's not going to get him until they're back at the World that Never Was, right?" Well, yeah. But it's not like Zexion knew anything about that.

Then Xigbar noticed the tense look on Zexion's face and leaned over his shoulder, thoroughly scaring him, and said, "If you were wondering, she's not going to kill you now."

Zexion gave a sigh of relief.

"Not until we're home, at least."

Well. Now he knows. But, anyway, returning to the thing that's not quite a story line, Vexen decided that they would look for Luxord after they dropped off all their new refugees (well, he had decided that as soon as they had picked up Saix, because he couldn't stand the man, but that's beside the point) at the office. So they walked through the rest of the airport, and narrowly avoided the lone security guard, who had struck up a conversation with Bertha (what, did you think that she wouldn't turn up again?) and by many nefarious means made it back to the office. Roxas was still standing outside the office when they walked up the hall and he turned and gave a sigh of relief.

"I guess everyone's here now, so we can just get on with this going home thing, right?"

Vexen raised an eyebrow. "Everyone's here? You're forgetting the time freak."

"No…" Roxas said discontentedly. "He popped up ten minutes ago… I dunno."

"I see," Xemnas said, as if he had an idea of what was going on.

Larxene took the awkward silence to push Saix through the door into the dilapidated office. Everyone decided to follow her example, though Roxas took one last admiring glance at the crashed plane.

So finally, everyone was together again. All in the office. And all with one mind. To get out of this freaky airport. Xemnas wasn't quite sure, but Xaldin's assurances that it was all the better and they'd learned quite well what they'd came to do consoled him. As one collective mind, "Like the guys in those cubes and spheres!" Saix called out, they gathered into a circle around Xemnas.

"It is now the time to leave this endeavor," Xemnas began solemnly. A collective sigh of relief was heard around the room. "As I have been advised that it would not be the safest to leave by more generic means, we are going to portal out to the limousine."

"What?" Demyx cried out. "I thought that this place had some sort of portal barring thing on it!"

"You were mistaken," Xemnas said with a glare.

"Now… don't worry about scattered luggage, I'll have the Dusks pick them up," Xaldin said, stepping in for his rapidly failing leader. "It shouldn't make much more of a commotion that us coming here—"

Luxord let out a loud, "Hah!"

"—And we should get it back within the week."

"My rubber ducky!"

"We portal in thirty seconds." Xaldin smiled, because he liked to put finality on things. It was very pleasant. Maybe that's why he has eight lances. He likes to roast things double speed. I know. I hate those lances. They bite. Ooooh, they bite.

The circle was remarkably silent for the thirty seconds and Axel grabbed up one of the torn phonebook papers for memorabilia. Then, in a flash of black and swirliness, each Nobody portaled (Luxord grabbed Demyx into his portal, because Demyx had been spacing out at the time) and Larxene looked up one last time at the fluorescent lights.

"Thank goodness it's over."

Okay, yeah. I'm done. Finished. The end. Sorry that the plot was so incohesive and whatnot. But it wasn't planned, I hardly read back to even try, and I'm very proud that I got to crash a plane. Thank you for reading. I feel very light and free now.

I finished before a year elapsed! HaHA.

So now I'm going to write other things because I'm going to try NaNoWriMo. So I need to practice my mass writing skillz. ...what? I have a better plot that time around. So. Once again. Thank you for reading. It's been an interesting show.