Another update.

This chapter is meant for pure comical back-up, a parody, if you want, because I'm all out of ideas as of now.

So if you don't get a laugh out of this… it's my fault and it's Silent Dre's fault.

Enjoy.

Chapter Seven: A Peaceful Wake-Up… Wait, What?

Xadmain smiled as he rolled over in his sleep. This was the most wonderful sleep he had ever had. Deep in dreamland, saliva liquidating the pillow, his little teddy bear wrapped in his hands, thumb hanging out his mouth. His eyes opened for a brief second, then quickly went back to slumber.

Heaven. He was asleep, it was 11:34 in the morning, and the images of hearts was dancing in his-

11:34?

He suddenly jerked awake, not sure if his dreary eyes were just playing tricks on him, like the clock was just gonna stand up and say, "joke time! Ha-ha!"

It didn't. It was now 11:35.

This wasn't possible. There was no way in Kingdom Hearts that he had been asleep for seven and a half hours later then he was normally woken up. It was not conceivably possible that this was happening.

Not that it was a bad thing. It was just that he never slept late. And it wasn't because he couldn't, or his duties prevented it. He had not been allowed to sleep late in five years.

Ever since Naxan had joined the Organization.

Since that happy day, Xadmain's mornings were interrupted by guns being fired, bullets flying, discs whipping through the air (once she got them), screams, shouts, and something getting broken (one time it was even Emylix's nose- Paxt got pissed off about that one.). Every single morning, for five goddam years.

But there wasn't any of that this morning… or if there was, it would be downstairs, in Drexan's lab. No, it couldn't be that, No. 4 would have been up here by now asking him to get rid of them. But then where was the usual morning chaos?

Then, suddenly, it clicked. The thing he had been softly praying for for five years.

Oh God, he thought, they're dead.

He had to see for himself. A snap of the fingers and he was back in the Organization uniform. He jumped out of bed and ran for the door.

Slowly, he proceeded down the hallway, eyes darting every this way and that, looking for the usual war signs he saw so often during his mornings. For once, the walls were immaculate. This was too eerie. It was like something out of that Stephen King movie… well, he couldn't remember which one it was, maybe The Shining or something, but Xadmain was just waiting for the axe murder to come out.

Or a freaked out Xnohj. Either one worked.

He stopped in the middle of a long circular hallway and just looked around. It was too weird. Where was the usual sound of Normandy being re-enacted? He didn't like the quiet. Where was everybody?

That question was soon answered by the sound of approaching footsteps. Xadmain didn't even look as Xoej approached, eating an apple and being perfectly at peace with himself.

"Morning, Boss," he said cheerfully.

"Sssh," Xadmain held his hand up, signaling quiet. Xoej didn't get the message.

"What are you-?"

"Sssh!"

"Why-?"

"SSSH!"

No. 2 sighed. "Why are you doing this?" he whispered.

"Just listen!" No. 1 hissed. Xoej glanced around.

"For what?"

"Just listen!"

"What am I listening for?"

"Listen!"

Pause.

"Do you hear that?"

"…………………….. No-"

"Exactly! I woke up just five minutes ago! No magnums fired, no discs thrown, no verbal abuse, nothing! Complete and total bliss for the first time in years!"

"…. You mean Moxt and Naxan?"

"YES! It's the first time in five years I've woken up to no fights! Haven't you noticed?"

"Actually yeah, you're right. I can't remember the last time I woke up to no casualties."

"What happened? Do you think they died?"

"Why are you two whispering?"

Both men jumped a foot in the air, startling Emylix as well. She giggled.

"High maintenance today?" she asked.

"Oh, No. 5, good. Having a swell morning?" Xadmain asked.

"Yes, very peaceful. The others are up and about, Paxt in the training room, Moxt and Naxan are in the kitchen, Drexan's-"

"Wait, back up- who's in the kitchen?"

"Um, Moxt and Naxan. You know, No. 8 and No. 9?"

"Oh God. What are they doing?"

"Well, I think Moxt is telling about this time where he took a girl on a date on Viscara and how it turned into a whole thirteen hour ordeal-"

"Wait, they were talking? Like, nothing bad, actual conversation?"

"Yes, very pleasantly, actually. Well, I'm off. Paxt wants to meet me."

With that, Emylix warped off, leaving both stunned higher-ups looking very confused in their places.

"Moxt and Naxan…" Xadmain began.

"…Were in the kitchen," Xoej continued.

"TALKING!"

This was too much. They had to see for themselves. They sped off for the kitchen.

When they got there, they faced what was truly the Twilight Zone: Moxt and Naxan, bitter enemies from the moment they had met, where sitting at the table, laughing. Xadmain and Xoej kept glancing back at each other, each with the same dreamy, too-good-to-be-true expressions on their faces, then back at the two younger members. Moxt was speaking now.

"…And so, get dis, he goes to do da punchin' but his fist zings like a frikin' boomerang on steroids. And he goes WHAM!" he slammed his fist onto the table, "fist makes contact into face, he goes down onto the table, it goes down 'cause of his weight, and all the drinks go spillin' on top of him. That's when me and the broad decide to just fly da coup."

"Oh my God," Naxan barreled over with such hard laughter, her head was inches from the table. Moxt, taking a sip from his Coke, looked up and noticed his two comrades gaping at them.

"Ah, mornin' Boss-man," he rose his drink to them.

Naxan turned her head around. "Oh, good morning, Sir. Did you guys sleep well?" she asked cheerfully.

Both nodded slowly, still dazed. "Lovely," Xadmain said softly.

Both younger members looked at them it inquiry.

"Um, you guys OK?" Moxt asked.

"Yes," No. 1 said, "I think I'll go back to bed." He warped off.

"And I'm gonna… I don't know what I'll do," and Xoej was gone too.

Naxan looked back at Moxt, who looked just as puzzled as she did. "Did they seem alright to you?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Musta just woken up or somethin'. So anyway…"

Back in his bed, smuggling against his pillow, Xadmain was back asleep in seven point five seconds.

He gave himself the day off due to having never been more in love with his bed.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

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