Chapter Ten is up.

Now, it has come to my attention that this is starting to get pretty tedious, and that you are all waiting eagerly for the chapter that will really start to get the story going.

Well, for that, I have to say… this chapter isn't it.

But I guarantee you; the next chapter will be the breakthrough.

I promise.

So stay tuned, and for now: enjoy.

Chapter Ten: Bar Fight

Paxt sipped his beer and looked around at all the innocents that proceeded with getting drunk to forget the problems they had gone through or were about to. All these 400-500 pound truck drivers that got boozed up because of the wife, or the job, or some other damn thing.

Humans were so foolish.

No. 7 sighed and went back to his own drink- a very light drink. Almost no alcohol at all. He was never one to drink on the job. Why he was here… why was it again?

Oh, right. Naxst. He had wanted to come for a drinky and, seeing as how his usual booze mates had decided to take the night off, he invited Paxt along. Apparently, he had been looking for someone to have a good time with. Of course, that wasn't Paxt- he usually spent his good times with either his scythe or Emylix. But yet, here he was.

"Dude, yous seriously need to loosen up," Naxst said, sitting down with about seven different kinds of beer and cognac in his arms.

"How, by drowning myself in-" his superior picked up one of the beers and examined the label, "'Samuel Adams'? Why in Kingdom Hearts would anyone name a beer after a person?"

"Don't yous know nothing about this world? Samuel Adams is the man who invented this sweet, delectable beverage known as booze," No. 11 grabbed the drink and gulped half of it down in one sip.

Paxt raised an eyebrow. "And you know this… how?" he questioned.

"Why else would they name a drink after the guy?" Naxst asked back, finishing the rest of the drink and moving on to a Rolling Stone.

No. 7 groaned, "Naxst," he said, "I appreciate your way of enjoying the nights, but really, we could be doing much more… productive things than coming out here."

"Like what? The search?"

"Yes."

"Don't get your hopes up. He ain't here. I don't think I could say it enough times."

"You seem overly confident."

"If he was here, we'd have found him."

"Naxst-"

"Look, we're here to enjoy a peaceful evening, aiight? Stop worrying about things. Shorty can let go of you for one evening."

Paxt glared at Naxst, "Emylix doesn't have a hold on me."

It was Naxst's turn to raise an eyebrow. "You spend every single evening with her. Not to mention breakfast, lunch, dinner, training sessions, outings… list goes for a fucking scroll and a half, Mac. Need I continue?"

"So I enjoy her company. Big deal."

Naxst's eyebrow went higher. Paxt just threw his hands in the air and turned away. The younger member tool another large gulp.

"Well, at least have a real drink," he grumbled.

"Of WHAT? There's at least nine different consistencies of alcoholic beverages here. And that's just the ones you're currently guzzling. Heaven help me with how many I find if I go up there and see."

"Thirty-seven. Me and Moxt counted them all the other night."

Paxt groaned an "oh my God," and put his face in his hand. Naxst chuckled his demonic chuckle.

"Hey, Paxty, c'mon, loosen up! What's the worse that can-"

"Excuse me."

Both Org. XIII members looked up at the heavy bartender that stood before them, arms crossed.

"Before you drink anymore, the manager has asked me to check your ID's," he said.

Silence. Naxst turned to Paxt, who looked just as confused as he did.

"ID's?" Paxt asked.

"What fuckin' ID's?" Naxst demanded of the bartender.

"How old are you two?" the heavy man growled.

Another pause. No. 11 again looked at No. 7.

"Hey Paxt, how old are we?" he asked.

"I dunno, we're Nobodies. Do we even age?" Paxt shrugged.

"Well, rough estimate- what, eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Umm…… eighteen sounds about right. Yeah, eighteen."

"Bar only serves to age 21 and older. You two are too young, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," the bartender pointed to the door.

"Aw, Christ," Paxt again put his face in his hand.

"WHAAT? Aw, come ON, Mac! You know me by now!" Naxst argued.

"I'm sorry, those are state laws. Now I please ask you to leave, before I have to kick your scrawny ass."

Oh boy. If there was one thing you shouldn't do around Naxst, it was saying you could beat him. Then it was on.

Sure enough, something inside the spiky-haired psychotic member of the group as he slowly stood up and positioned himself inches from the man's face.

"You wanna take me up on that challenge, buddy?" he spat.

"OK, you're drunk. I think we'd better just step outside and get some fresh-"

He never finished that sentence, because as he went to reach for his arm, Naxst whipped a chain out and whipped it around his neck and-

CRACK! The chains snapped the large man's throat. No. 11 dropped the man to the floor as screams and cries of terror emitted from the terrified bar members. Naxst, his psychotic grin on his face, hopped backwards onto the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby declare this bar closed for the night."

With that, he whipped both chains out and wrapped them tightly around his wrists, with the handles in his palms. Yelling his war cry, he hopped off and charged at the innocent civilians, whipping his weapons at them, cracking necks or just throwing them around.

Paxt sighed. "Oh boy," he said, grabbing a Miller Light and taking a swig from it. He drank that in small sips as he watched his fellow member wreak havoc on the poor undefended people.

The manager, just as heavy as his underling, was thrown towards No. 7, screaming as he went. Paxt merely shifted his body left a little, still taking a sip, to let the flying man by.

At some point, Naxst must've hit a candle or something. Before long, the nice warm building they had been resting in minutes before was heavily aflame. The surviving civilians tore out of there and ran like the wind as far from there as they could. Before long, only two figures calmly emerged left.

Both spiky-haired Nobodies, one red-head and short, the other black-head and tall, walked out, stopped, and looked around. Naxst was grinning like an idiot, pleased with what he had done. His grin faded, just a little, when he saw the annoyed look on No.7's face. Paxt shook his head.

"God, you're a moron," he said, walking towards home, Naxst following close behind.

I'll stop there.

Next chapter: The Turning Point.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUN.

Heh-heh. I've always wanted to do that.

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