A/N: I cannot believe it is totally not butter! Seriously, we are almost at fifty reviews. (I am not crazy… my sister thought she'd review under my pin name. T.T So, whoever reviews this next gets a request from me in the next chapter or whatever!) The reason why I stress so much on reviews is only because it is a known fact that random people will read a story only because it has a high number of reviews. I do not want to believe it, but it is true. Therefore, that means more readers, and that will make Chiharu-Chan very happy! I am happy that White-Saille reviewed!
That review was really the only one that made me get my lazy butt up and type(and an update from someone!). It does my heart good to know that I still have long time readers out there reading! Oh yeah, about the chapter. Superbia means pride in Latin. For the next seven chapters, Nuri will be under going all of the seven deadly sins. Confusing? Good. I want you to be confused. Muhaha! 'Member guys, eventually, this will be a XigbarxOc fic. Yeah… give it some time to soak in. I cannot lie; I am a sucker for fluff. In addition, more then anything, I love writing fluff as much as the next person. Therefore, if you happen to -coughfindcoughcoughanycoughfluffcough- you can consider it, but it is not anything major! Yay for dramatic irony!
-: Chapter Five: The Psychotic Wars: Superbia :-
We hold up in a shelter made of bones and ice and there we'll wait
So start again with steady hands
This time nothing gets in our way
But as we peer a little closet what do we see?
Rise Against - Line Fracture
Fully dressed in the official Organization uniform, Nuri folded her arms tightly around her chest as she slowly thumped her foot on the ground. A deepening scowl plastered itself onto her face. Her arm and leg were surprisingly healed after her anomalous dream. Her limbs felt better then ever now, which meant Nuri was back for more action and trash talking. Even the gash that was on the side of her face seemed to have disappeared. Nuri knew all of this was somehow connected to the infamous Thanatos. She knew this person, maybe, everyday in her whole life. However, in the time she knew him she never saw that side of him. Not that she liked it or anything; it was just that she had never expected anything like that to happen. She was put into a tight position, obviously. However, it was the way he made her feel that had Nuri's head spinning. She actually felt a euphoria of feelings. That is never good sign.
Nuri narrowed her eyes and boy, were they gleaming with a beckoning call to start trouble. Nuri really did not like her Organization XIII uniform because it was so unbearably baggy. Nuri felt if she took one-step that she would fall. It was excessively big for her. The reason was simple; Xemnas did not have any more uniforms suitable for women. Nuri could barely see her hands, and her boots were scarcely visible. She felt like a kid, who was just given a shirt five sizes too big. This bought Nuri to the assumption that men usually turn into heartless faster then women do. And she was basically right, on some accord. The Organization was filled with eleven guys, and only two women. And the way Nuri saw it, Larxene counted as a man herself. It was not as if she was wrong. It was not an opinion... it was indeed a fact. Why could not Xigbar get this through his thick skull? Women are the dominating species. Period.
Nuri pulled out her glove covered hand and rose her left index finger to her other fingers.
"What can ya' possibly expect? We've been better then you guys since the beginning of time! We are four years smarter then you guys, stronger then you guys, and so much more! And ya' know, I'm a very special one, so my powers rise ten fold. Har, Har. And plus, we have stronger emotions!"
Xigbar examined the uncomfortable redhead with his amber colored eye. A slight smirk crawled onto his face.
"Aw, is little Trixie's feelings hurt? What? Are you trying to prove a point? I don't know why you are using'n emotions for. Nobodies don't feel. That's why I am proud to be one, so I don't end up like a total wreck like you."
"My feelings are never hurt!" Nuri retorted viciously. "I am so not frail! I could pop a muscle right now if I wanted to! Just 'cause I am a girl doesn't automatically put me at a disadvantage! I could take you on at anything!"
Xigbar sneered. Her argument was a very asinine one. Man was the most dominant species, to be sure. I mean, the first human to walk the earth was male. The Keyblade brat was male. Heck, even Marluxia is male. He is male. Women are not anything but sidekicks, and all sidekicks do is get in the way.
"…And further more; just 'cause you don't have a heart doesn't mean you don't have a brain, idiot. All of this angst about hearts is really getting to me. What you guys need is a cure."
"…Dude, what are you talking about? A Cure? Trixie, you're dumb."
"Not really. You can only achieve it, if you believe it! See, look how I did thinking'n that way!" Nuri spoke triumphantly.
"You mean, the part about you being in some Organization? Do you actually think you achieved anything? As if."
Nuri's blood boiled. She could only take so much before her head exploded. Something did not feel right inside of her. Nuri felt jumbled up … imprisoned to say the least. It was an awkward feeling to undergo. Nuri's eyes were now weighted down in fatigue, but that did not necessarily mean she was not going to go off on Xigbar. If anything, it only aggravated her more. Nuri took a quick glance around the hallway the duo was standing in.
"I bet you I can win at everything you do!" Nuri challenged, a leer on her face. "I can go a full day doing the things you do, and never get tired! I am the ultimate you know! Humph, they don't call me a weapon for nothing!"
Perking Xigbar's interest ensued. "As if, ok, you're on."
It took Nuri a while to contemplate this. She blinked a couple of times, realizing what she had just done. A giant leer stretched on her face. Xigbar had a similar scoff plastered on his. Winning a measly content to Nuri was equivalent to saving the world from a blood lusting meteorite, capable of destroying the whole human population. There was only one option, and that was to win. But come on, really? That was twenty-four hours of doing the things that Xigbar does. This probably consists of sleeping all day. Nuri pondered this fact for a brief moment. It was not going to be that easy, now was it? He was prone to cheat.
Maybe Nuri was going to run into something? Maybe she was going to get more doors to the face? On the other hand, maybe, just maybe, he was going to forfeit. It was take a busload of skill, precision, and annoyance, but Nuri thought she could manage to drive the senior Organization member crazy. Nonetheless, they were both misfits in a nonconformist world. It is just a theory, but Xigbar could be more imprudent then Nuri.
…Or so she thought.
"Alright then, are you sure you want to challenge me Trixie? You wouldn't want to get hurt… again." Xigbar spoke in an overbearing tone. Nuri narrowed her eyes in a mordant manner.
"Oh you are right; I wouldn't want to get hurt. Don't push your luck. I fight dirty." Nuri paused, walking around the Freeshooter. "I swear, if you shoot me again, you are in for hell."
Small chuckles erupted from Xigbar. "Dude, you know you aren't that intimidating, right?"
"… What…?" Nuri murmured. That was the most nonsensical thing she had heard all day. Oh, of course she was daunting. Let us look at all the facts here, shall we? Normally, not constantly, but normally, you do not see 5'7" women walking around with bright orange hair. In addition, Nuri always has a glimpse of mordancy in her eyes. Moreover, her smile, oh that iniquitous smile… it is as if she is planning something silently, cacophonously awaiting the moment to pounce on someone, literally. Therefore, at this comment, Nuri could not help but let out a rudimentary laughter. Cleary done with the Freeshooter's antics, Nuri stomped her boot covered foot into the ground.
"Alright, hurry up and do something. I'll prove to you, not only am I way better then you, but women are better then… whatever you are." Nuri hissed, pointing sardonically at Xigbar. Xigbar yawned a bit before his languid golden eye laid back upon the red head.
"Ok, then, I have a challenge for ya'. First one to the top of the Castle wins."
Nuri instantly scowled. And thus, the dishonorable justice began.
"Y'know for a fact," Nuri began, flailing her arms around, "that I don't know how to get there!"
"See ya'n a few hours kid!" Xigbar implied with a rusty laughter. Within that instant, he disappeared from Nuri's sight. Nuri turned red with anger, mumbling a couple of profanities. Lord knows Nuri is not a very good runner, and with the help of her oversized uniform, running was almost unachievable. Nuri clenched her teeth, practically falling every time she picked up her feet. She looked like a complete idiot, stumbling everywhere.
"I'll be freakin' damned if I loose!" Nuri recited to herself, almost as if she was howling a battle cry of some sort. Little did she know, Xigbar had not gotten very far. He merely just clung to the hallway's ceiling, taking great elation in seeing the exasperated woman stumble, and possibly trip. Nuri was not dense, and like I stated before, she knew there was going to be some treachery in this little competition. … Ok, well maybe I lied a little bit. Nuri is pretty oblivious.
…But not this time.
"Time to do the matrix!" Nuri exclaimed, safety pins appearing in-between her fingers. Nuri swiftly, but chaotically pined some of the fabric around her legs up a bit, enabling a little more freedom. Nuri turned a corner, picking up a momentum of speed, smiling, just because she had figured out a solution to a tiny problem. But sometimes, she was just like that.
She thinks she is the best.
She assumes she is the smartest.
She believes she is going to be the next preeminent thing.
And there is nothing wrong with believing in ones self to the point where you are all you think about. Being narcissistic is one of the many traits Nuri has, and that often leads her into worrying circumstances. But the fact that she is willing to accept her fate, not caring for the consequences ahead of her was to be admired. Nuri is prepared to bend that fate, and mold it into something innovative.
"There is no running in the halls, number XIII." spoke a low and desiccated, misleading voice, causing Nuri to awaken out of her deep concentration of getting to her destination before the sniper. Nuri stopped in her tracts, to be met with a tall blue haired man, with a worrisome scar in the form of an X on his face. Nuri raised a brow, prone to just let loose at the mouth. The pins let loose on Nuri's trench coat, causing it to dangle down onto the ground. Nuri balled up her fist, as there was no way in hell she was going to loose the competition. She pointed a straight index finger towards Saïx, with no heed, mind you.
"Ey' I'm never gonna' make it if you don't get outta' my way!" Nuri panted. "See… I could be all the way up there by now!"
Saïx gave Nuri a cold stair. "I see we are going to have a problem with you. Problematic things should be executed right away."
"Well, am I here to stay, like it or not." Nuri smirked. "Now really, it was so nice for you to stop me and all, but I could give two flips less about the rules here."
Saïx folded his arms. "It seems your upshot is brisk." He spoke, disappearing into a dark transporting hole of some sort. Nuri cocked her head to the left slightly, taking what he had just said into consideration. She did not understand a word he had just spoken.
Nada, zip, nothing.
Nuri closed her eyes for a bit, resting her finger on her chin. She feels like she slept in ages. You know, the high quality sleeping, that everyone has, occasionally, anyway. Ever since she met up with Thanatos in Aretha, she felt like she was entangled in a circle of being conscious for all perpetuity. …Or something like that, within reason, no less. Nuri began to chew on her fingernail, thinking of the most obvious way to resolve her problems.
"I should continue my Novel!" Nuri proclaimed at the top of her voice, opening up her eyes.
Now, what Nuri saw next almost made her loud voice turn into a high-pitched one. Seriously, if you were in a near ten-mile radius of this woman, you could actually feel the unanticipated shock radiating off her. Nuri fell down to the ground, her hands placed in the back of her, glancing at what had startled her so seriously. Surprises have never been one of Nuri's most favored things. Nuri glanced upon the simpering Xigbar, who looked like he had gotten a few kicks out of Nuri's expression.
"Ninja you're not, do that again and I'll…" Nuri paused. Oh snap, she was in for some serious boasting now.
"Number on rule in this Organization, we use Corridors of Darkness to teleport… but dude, you looked so ridiculous! Your face is priceless! You seriously need to stop being'n so gullible all the time."
Nuri gotten up, refusing to believe that Xigbar had made it to the top of the Castle, and came to get her.
"So I presume you made it then?" Nuri scoffed, arms crossed and all. Xigbar persisted to smirk in her face, and now, he felt he was compelled to put his finger in it too. Nuri growled and this action.
"That means I have one win already! You better pick up the pace Trixie!"
"Get your finger outta' my face." Nuri fumed.
"Gee' alright! Someone's a sore looser! Don't get your granny panties in a twist!"
At this moment, Nuri cheeks were singed with a crimson color. Now was the perfect time to just let loose at the mouth. And boy did the Exasperated Fictitious Armamentalist want to unleash a hellish onslaught of insults. She had been holding it in for all this time. She would pay cold hard munny to be able to go off at the mouth.
"Well," Nuri began, trying to size the Freeshooter up, "I saved munny on the electric bill turning off the Geico commercial!"
There was an insane silence after that comment before the two actually had a chance to grasp what she had just said.
"Dude, What?" Xigbar said, bursting into crude laughter. "What kinda' comeback is that?!"
Nuri eyes widened in astonishment. That was not what she was trying to say, not by a long shot. It was as if someone rewired her voice box, or perhaps, put words into her mouth. Nuri glanced at her gloved covered hands, now noticing that something was undoubtedly wrong with her.
"Err… never mind." Nuri shrugged. The last thing she wanted to do was start talking about Thanatos. "So, what's next anyway? Don't get too hyped up on one single win. This is the part where I freakin' dominate you."
"Well then, prove it!" Xigbar said in a half joking-tone. Nuri gritted her teeth. At least she could still summon her weapons.
"How 'bout a two hundred Nobody melee?" Xigbar beamed, acting as if she was going to get an actual choice. How arrogant.
"Make it four." Nuri sneered. "What… are we fighting clones or something'?"
Xigbar answered this comment in a face palm. "No Trixie, we are fight'n lesser Nobodies."
Then number II then extended his arm out and a black portal of some sort appeared in front of them. Nuri cocked a brow, oddly knowing what to say.
"I don't know how to do it, and I don't need you trying to teach me." She pouted, throwing another temper tantrum. "May I ask where exactly does that lead?"
Before she even got an answer, she was pushed into the darkness. There were so many pathways. Nuri's carroty eyes examined everything she could. She did not move, she just drifted. There were so many fragments of random items, such as pop cans, Fruity wrappers, and a pink substance that Nuri could not really make out. Her body was filled was a spooky chill. She was being warned, that she could tell. Nuri never really had a likening towards darkness.
"Are ya' going to stand there all day?!"
Nuri snapped out of her trance and her attention soon turned to Xigbar, who could not be seen.
"…The hell…?" Nuri whispered.
"Who are you? Tell me your name now!"
That time, it was a different voice. It was definably a male's voice, however it was much too young and high pitched to be Xigbar.
"What? No way! You could be a Heartless! I don't answer to monsters!"
Now that was a feminine voice, and it almost sounded familiar.
"What… I am no Heartless! You're one, why do you have that Heartless mark on your hand?!"
"Look… I don't have any… idea… stop ridiculing me… you're making me cry…. I wish… I wish… I wish Kaori was still here…"
Nuri tensed up. She had to get away. Those voices, those names, was she the only one who could hear them? Nuri did not want to go idiotic now. Whenever she heard the name Kaori, something bad was bound to happen, and Thanatos was usually the 'centre of the eye'. She ostracized Thanatos. She wanted him dead. It only made sense for her to think that way. On the other hand, the last time she really wanted someone dead, she destroyed a whole town. Even though she obviously reviled Castle Oblivion, some people in here were worth saving. Some were good for just the matter of torturing, and Nuri never really got her revenge. She did not have full restrain over her disintegration ability, although she could control her power over weaponry. With this thought in mind, she ran away from any source of light, dashing blindly into the darkness.
"You can't run… Sweetheart."
"Oh fuck you!" Nuri said, the occasional toxic fuming from her words. Her worst nightmare came true in an instant. Acrimony shimmered within her eyes as she began promenade unthinkingly in the darkness. Then, surprisingly, she found herself within Castle Oblivion, in her room, of course. In spite of this, the Corridor of Darkness that she had apparently came out of still lingered.
"Only through your literature…"
Nuri frowned intensely.
"Man… this dude…" She shrugged, pulling out her book bag and reaching for her notebook. Her Novel is named Constipated. Not for laughs, but it is an interesting title. You cannot sit there and tell me you do not want to know what the story is about! Nuri gradually opened the notebook towards the first page, flipping the crisp pages, getting an estimate on what she wrote.
"There once lived a prototype, which was a complete success." Nuri mumbled. That first sentence was enough to make Nuri shy away. At first, she did not see the comparison. She did not know what she was exactly. For her comfort only, Nuri read the rest of the plot summary to herself, and in doing so, her eyes widened. At the end of Nuri's story, Vivian, LK- 49, the weapon from the Aretha Military died. She killed her self in a freak accident. The funny part was, Nuri could not think of how she did exactly. However, Nuri did know that Vivian took the whole world with her.
Vivian was a project that had wings. And in these wings, resided a pair of eyes. When these eyes would open, she could obliterate anything, just by the eye's gaze fixing onto an item. Things happen, and well, she ended up killing everyone. Was that how she was going to go? Nuri gloved covered fingers started to tremble around the thin paper she held.
"Stay calm Nuri… the hearts' an internal organ, not a fortune teller."
However, at this moment, Nuri did not know anything. She is in no position to make theories for that was simply not her job. Nuri needed a new agenda, a new reason for living. Nuri closed her notebook and turned towards the dark portal standing before her.
"I'll still be a weapon for the moment, but I guess I'll try something new. I am going to end this charade for the last time. It has no reason to live anymore. …but I am damn sure not gonna' be a sweetheart…. I have my own personal schema!"
Nuri reassured herself that everything was going to be ok in her mind. But that could be farthest from the truth. Something bad could happen at any moment. She has a stalker, and is practically in a gang.
"I'm ready for death." Nuri breathed, almost questioning herself. "You hear me bastard?! Come at me with all ya' got!"
She ran into the portal, but unlike the last trip, she arrived to her destination.
The problem? She was surrounded by bazillions of lesser Nobodies. Seriously, she only had a few inches of room to move. At first Nuri did not realize the sneak attack. They danced around her, causing Nuri to grin wildly. In her left hand appeared the katana she had used earlier. In her other hand, was another sword, probably the same broad sword as before also. Adrenalin immediately surged throughout her body. It was almost like a natural high, stimulating her mind like a cheep wine would. The Nobodies were the wall between her and life.
"I see you… I see you far away… I see you… killing me softy…" Nuri mumbled, her grip tightening on her weapon tenfold. She would not waste time summoning her true weapon. Her skin was nearly jumping at the chance to inflict damage to her enemies. With a sudden launch off her feat, Nuri started slashing through the Nobodies in front of her, whilst doing so she shouted, "You're going too easy on me, Xigbar!"
They jumped her from every direction. Upwards, backwards, underneath, onwards the attacks kept piling up. Nuri's arms moved almost like magic. She just found herself flinging her weapons everywhere. Her impetuous actions however, were letting a few cuts show on her skin, slicing her uniform. She did not care. Killing, oh how much fun it was. To actually slay something... felt so gratifyingly good. The Dusks disappeared one by one, appearing to be multiplying by each kill. It was so easy; all it took was one swift flick of the wrist.
Now, it was not fun anymore.
Nuri dropped her weapons, and just went all out with her fists.
"'Freakin' obligations!" Nuri grunted, punching Dusks' faces. "Stupid way of life, stupid stalker, stupid Doritos, stupid Geico!"
"Stupid damned fate!" Nuri practically screamed at the top of her lungs. This last punch sent a beam of gray smoke through the direction she aimed at. Whole rows of Nobodies were diminished on impact. Nuri only smiled as her eyes gleamed with a murderous intent. She was not exhausted. She was thrilled to be given this opportunity to destroy. The Dusk started to quiver, panic really.
"How pathetic." Nuri spat, grabbing one of the Dusk's arms and swinging it around, using it as a weapon. She was absolutely sadistic. She did not have control over anything anymore. Nuri wanted more; she wanted more and more opportunities to do things like this. On the other hand, she wanted to stop. This is what they want her to do. They wanted her to kill mindlessly. Whoever they was, she felt like someone was watching her, besides Xigbar and Thanatos. Another entity, perhaps. But this could all be a ploy… someone could be messing with her mind.
Now Nuri wondered, how in fact, blood tasted. Mixed in-between emotions, Nuri thought she was going fanatical. Her hands kept moving, her legs kept kicking. The only thing she could do was plead. Nevertheless, her ego was far too immense for that.
Nuri was turning into a weapon and her actions were definably warning signs. Every attack followed the next, her arms and legs in perfect symmetry. She was singing a song with her body. The title was not a good one, for sure. A slight cough erupted from Nuri's mouth, and in a spilt second, she had gotten very weary. Her orange eyes dimmed, and her movement had gotten very slow. Nuri was at a loss of words. She could not say anything. Nuri's eyes winded.
"Freakin' crap I'm about to get pwned…" Nuri whispered, taking attacks from the Dusk.
"What wrong Trixie? You can't handle it?" came the chuckling voice from Xigbar. "'Didn't expect you to run off in the darkness like that. I got ya' good."
Nuri scowled deeply. Her power was waning at a fast rate.
"What's… going on…?" Nuri spoke, now getter her butt handed to her in the field of the Castle's training grounds. Now Nuri found her way to the floor, her left hand holding the spot where her heart was.
Heart attack? No.
Convulsions? No.
Stroke? Hell no.
Then what was it? Nuri began to cough a bit, and then unexpectedly, waves of blood erupted from her mouth like a relapse of Hurricane Katrina. The crimson liquid was everywhere. Nuri was in so much pain. Where adrenalin once filled her veins was now replaced with pure pain. It even pained her to look at the many Dusks now coming in for the kill.
'Not gonna' go out like this…' Nuri panicked. 'I just can't go out like this…'
Then, another thought filled her mind. Her disintegration ability. It was bound to go off. She put the pieces of the puzzle in their missing spots. She only made things go all 'disappeary' when she was in distress. Then, when it seemed like Nuri would be given some slack, the Dusk had decided to freakin' jump her. Nuri tried to stand back up, but all of her limbs burned critically. Nuri gritted her teeth loosely. Then they came. Nuri flinched. Reality was that she was absolutely terrified of death. She merely lied to herself, to bolster her safety. She tends to do that, a lot. Then, quicker then a ray of light, Xigbar appeared in front of the bloody wreck, weapons in toe. Nuri is so frustrated! She doesn't need help! She doesn't want help!
"You realize…" Xigbar began, positioning his attack form. "…I've won dude?!"
Nuri rolled her eyes. Can't you see that the woman is dying? And all you can talk about is winning a petty little contest? Not chivalrous, but she will take it.
It took about three minutes.
…Three God forsaken minutes.
Maybe a little over three minutes.
…But it was still three minutes.
Was that really all it took? Those Dusk… they were hard, weren't they? Whatever the case was, Nuri was not taking this situation lightly. Nuri was petrified, perhaps the only thing that washed away her superciliousness. Was she that weak… or did she wipe out most of them? Nuri really did not know. All she cared about was the fact that she was too close to bereavement. She could almost feel death grazing her body with cold fingertips. How would she die? Would she die from a human cause? Or, would she just fade away, like her most recent prey? Nuri was hysterical now.
"…Crying hurts like hell…" Nuri said incoherently. Now, she was not actually crying, but she associated it as a way for her body to cry through pain. Nuri's uniform had ripples and tears in it, and it was heavily saturated in blood. Xigbar turned towards the wounded woman, pulling her up to her feat.
"See, I told ya' you'd get hurt again. You're so naïve!"
Honestly, the Freeshooter was looking for some kind of retort, something, and anything to indicate Nuri was still herself. Nuri stared out in the open for a moment, still not really grasping what had just happened.
"Don't have anythin' to--" Xigbar began, but was quickly silenced by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around him as tightly as Nuri could will them to.
"…I don't want to die away…"
A promise kept
The dirt upswept
A poorly worn disguise
A child unloved that then grows up
To love what we despise
We're broken but still breathing
We are wounded but we are healing
We pick up right where we left off
Breathe on the ashes that remain
A/N: Hold on Addict for Dramatics, I know what you are going to say!
"How can you torture your O/C like that?" with the occasional sobbing.
:3 Because I can. You know I cannot write a story without someone going insane. Dude, I feel like bursting into tears… poor Nuri…. Next few chapters things are just going to get harder for her. Man, I already see the ending and it is great! Note: Chiharu has different definitions on what great is. Chapter five is done! Woo! Awesome! Great!
… Do not insinuate anything fluffy from that last line. ((Death glair)) I figured I would update on Christmas Eve, 'cause it's freakin' Christmas Eve! I can assure you though, that the next chapters will not have any fluff in them… JUST KICK BUTT ACTION! Maybe… depending on how I feel. Oh… how I just want to build piles of fluff onto Xiggy and Nuri….
Nuri: (-.-) What are you talking about now?
Chiharu: I err, you, err, got a pen?
Nuri: No man, I know you were talking about something else, don't try'n change the subject.
Anyway totally ignoring Nuri… Merry Christmas! I hope you get to stuff your face with food to your hearts content, and even if you are not eating well, I hope you get to open your presents with grease! Uh-no, ease! I meant to say ease!
Thanatos: Yes, it will be a very Merry Christmas indeed. Chiharu is giving me Geico.
Nuri: What… you are giving him something, and not me!? You came up with me first!
Chiharu: (o.o) Never said that. Anyway… closer' off guys!
Nuri: Next time in my story…
-: Chapter Six: The Psychotic Wars: Ira :-
Groggy and teary eyes, Nuri clutched her pillow in her right hand as she stood with nearly the whole Organization. Her body ached everywhere, and her eyelids drooped. Point blank, Nuri was sleepy. Very sleepy.
"So, Dem, what you are telling me is that there is a ghost in your room?" Axel sighed. Multiple sighs could be heard.
"Ghosts? That is simply impossible; the security system I've built for this Castle is impervious." Vexen inquired.
"Man… as long as I get some sleep… I'd be happy to snuff out anything." Nuri yawned.
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