A/N: Okay guys. I know what you're thinking. Chiharu updated? Yep. And I think all you Xigbar/Nuri fans are going to like this chapter very much. Only because I gave in and did what I told myself I wouldn't. Like I said, this story is a re-write for a previous story, and in that story, Nuri got piss-poor drunk. So, yeah. Enjoy, everyone! And also, this is just a warning.

This story is going to HELL after this chapter. So hang on, and pay attention! XD

-: Chapter Eight: The Psychotic Wars: Acedia :-

Don't bother trying to explain Angel.
I know exactly what goes on when you're on and...
Wait... How about I'm outside of your window.
Watchin him keep the details covered
You're such a sucker
For a sweet talker.

Taking Back Sunday -- Cute without the 'e'

Xigbar. That was the only thing going through her head. Once the Organization had gotten rid of the creatures that invaded their castle, Nuri thought it would be the perfect time to celebrate. Therefore, while everyone was sleeping, Nuri decided that she would make peace with Xigbar. She wanted to at least make sure that if she ever died, he could know that she considered him as her only friend within the castle. There was only one problem.

Nuri was drunk out of her mind. She couldn't see pass her two feet, and she was stumbling on the way towards his room. Nuri's carroty-colored hair hung in her eyes, and there was some sort of leer plastered on her face. She dragged a sword behind her, cutting the carpet as she strolled down the hallway. Nuri thought that she would party with Luxord for surviving the fight with the creatures yesterday. Technically, it was four in the morning now. Luxord was not one to know how to hold his alcohol, and neither was Nuri. Thus, resulting with a drunken gambler who went out to some bar, and a love-stricken Nuri.

Xemnas did punish Nuri and Xigbar. For once, Xemnas kept true to his word. Today, Xigbar and Nuri were going on a mission to find more "pure hearts" for Xemnas's Kingdom Hearts. They were to go to a town. Or some place like that. Nuri did not care about where they were going. All she was concerned with was getting to Xigbar. He was so far away from her. His room was twelve floors away from hers, and she could not stand the fact that she had to walk twelve flights of steps just to see him. The warmth in her heart was melting the ice around Xigbar's non-existent one, and it was both—frightening—and exhilarating. She had never been in the presence of such love before, and while she could not discern whether it was carnal or fraternal, it did not really matter.

She wanted to crumble away the distance around them. She wanted him to know everything about her. Nuri wanted to confide her feelings in him. Nuri wanted their friendship to possibly blossom into something more—dependant. She wanted no one else to claim him. When she reached his door, she exhaled a large breath while knitting her hands together, her sword dangling loosely from her palms. She glanced at the ground, giggling silently.

"Xiggy! Xiggy!" she cooed in bliss, twirling around. "Guess who?" As crazy as it sounded, Nuri still began to laugh, hiccupping in-between her giggle fits. Slowly, his door opened to revile a groggy, shirtless, scar-infested Xigbar, whose eye was still closed. He was oblivious to the drunken Nuri standing in his doorway. Xigbar's hair was down neatly.

"Axel? Dude, as brilliant of a joke that that is, it's late! C'mon dude, it's time for this dude to go to bed. Y'know, get some shut eye!" Nuri continued to smiled, dropping her sword and grabbing Xigbar's arm with an unfastened grip. She blushed profusely, when Xigbar blessed her presence with his amber-colored eye.

"So, is that my new nick-name now, Trixie?" Xigbar smirked, his gaze fixated on the currently tipsy Nobody. Nuri nodded her head spastically. Xigbar took this time to further study his intoxicated friend. He glanced behind her, noticing the tattered carpet behind her. He glanced back at Nuri, who was still blushing.

"What are ya—what are ya—Xiggy! That's always been your… name!" she pouted, crossing her arms. She toppled over a bit, and fell into Xigbar's chest, his arms instinctively catching the woman. Nuri re-collected herself, now scowling at the Freeshooter. "I didn't—I don't want your help, Xiggy!"

"I'm flattered then, Trixie!" Xigbar shot. "Now, 'mind telling' me why you're here?" Nuri's grip tightened around Xigbar's arm. She was trying to intimidate him. Xigbar let out a crude chuckle. What was she planning this time?

"Xiggy, I just wanted to… tell you that you've… you're such a good friend! And you don't appreciate that I actually treasure our friendship!"

"As if!" Xigbar laughed. "You can't even stand dude! Let alone walk! And besides, what did I tell you about friendship, Nuri? We Nobodies have no hearts! We have nothing! Zip! Nada! Why bother trying to feel anything? Y'know Xemnas isn't gonna give us our hearts back. He's never gonna do it. You're not that dumb, are you? Now, c'mon, we have a mission tomorrow." Nuri bit her bottom lip as her eyes started to water.

"Man, Xiggy, I told ya! I'd get it all back for ya! Somehow, someway, I was going to find ya heart! Xiggy, why don't you believe me?"

"You think you can get it back, huh, Trixie?" Xigbar playfully laughed. "Why? 'Cause you have that heart of yours? What? Should I start calling you Sweetheart now? As if… my heart was gone the moment I turned into a Heartless and a Nobody."

"Sweetheart?" Nuri sighed before smiling. "Thanatos calls me that! You can't call me that too!" Xigbar cocked a brow, stepping out into the hallway and closing his door behind him. This time, he grabbed Nuri's arms with the same inhumane grip as the first time.

"That void dude? He calls you that, Trixie?" He paused. "Aww, and here I was thinking' you were mine." He smirked, causing Nuri to scowl a bit.

"Excuse me, Thanatos—err, Xigbar? I hadn't… heard you," she smiled. "What are ya going to do about it, Freeshooter?" Nuri implored, as her comment didn't come out as a question, but more like a command. Xigbar held both of her arms tightly, bruising them as he pushed her into the wall. Nuri giggled at the smell of the ocean radiating from his hair, and the alluring smell of peppermint coming from his breath.

"I don't think you want to know how I got these scars, Nuri." Xigbar seethed. "Why don't you write me a book, Nuri? Where I'd be the hero, and you—" he paused, teasing Nuri by brushing his lips against hers, inhaling the supple scent of alcohol under her breath. Nuri shuddered for a moment, not liking the fact that Xigbar was teasing her as if he was—but she did not want to escape him either. "You'll be my heroine, Trixie. Now. Go. To. Sleep. Dude." He ended, letting go of Nuri's arms and opened the door to his room. Nuri started to stumble a bit before blushing yet again.

She did not understand Xigbar's motives. She did not know what they were, and she did not understand exactly what was happening right now. Xigbar looked behind him to see Nuri once more—and how—humane she looked while intoxicated. Then he remembered something. Nuri would not make it to her room. Either she would end up pasted out on a random staircase, or she would have made someone else's morning a living hell. Xigbar turned around, figuring that Nuri was not really his responsibility. Jovial, Nuri wrapped her arms around him, surprising the Freeshooter as she began to smile.

"I'll make us a story. And it will be our story. In my story, we'll have hearts, and then we can care about things like friendship! Tell me, Xiggy! When do you want it?" Xigbar smirked in response to her question. Nuri was never one to give up, he could tell. He sighed and turned around to face Nuri. He stared into her sedated eyes, and he barely cracked a smile. Nuri put on a pleading expression, thinking she was making him cross with her. "I'll give us a happy ending! And we don't have to live in a place like this! We don't have to live with Axel, Larxene, or even Xemnas! Please, how long must ya—" Nuri abruptly stopped as Xigbar's fingers trailed up her spine before winding themselves into her hair to hold her head firmly, facilitating the angle of his oral attack. Nuri pulled away from Xigbar, blinking for a bit. She could not believe what he had just done.

"Nuri, you are my book. Now, really, go get some sleep." And for the first time that morning, Nuri walked to her room with a smile on her face. Friendship? What did that really mean? Or was she just lying to herself? Now, every time she thought about that word, she got confused. Why was she getting so confused?

Xigbar. He was the only thing going through her mind. A little later on in the day. Nuri woke up in her own bed, her head throbbing in absolute pain. Nuri quirked her nose at the smell of alcohol all around her body. The only thing she could remember was partying with Luxord. And that was allshe could remember. Nevertheless, beside the pain of her hangover, Nuri was in a state of euphoria—it was as if she had skipped through a forest of roses, not once feeling the wrath of the thorns on the flowers. For some reason, her heart seemed as if it was singing to her. However, Nuri did not have any clue as to why she felt that way. And suddenly, the euphoria took complete control over her sense of touch and feeling. She knew her head was supposed to keep hurting, but yet, she was feeling so—happy. Nuri turned on her side, squinting her eyes a bit. She had not remembered anything that happened this morning—but now—she was very unsure of her feelings for Xigbar, which much she knew.

Did she hate him?

Did she love him?

On the other hand, was this something more?

"Xigbar…" Nuri said, speaking to herself and clawing through her hair. "I want… ya to know that I've made a decision," she paused. Truth was, Nuri did not know anything about love. Still, despite not knowing about it, saltwater tears began to form in her eyes. She sat up in her bed and grabbed a gel-pen. She walked over to the bulletin board on the far side of her room and observed all the pictures of keys and unknown people. She began to write things all over those pictures.

Those pictures were not hers. Nuri was tired of trying to become something she had no business trying to be. Saki—Thanatos—Ira—number XIII of the Organization—she did not want to pretend to be any of them. "I don't want to fade away! And… I do not want ya to fade away feeling as lonely as I did living in Aretha! Xigbar, I want you to feel what ya've made me feel! Xigbar, this emotion—I can't really explain it, and I don't have the heart to tell ya how ya make me feel. And… and… I think that when I finally do get the heart to tell ya, it'll be too late. I envy you, because… you know how you die. While I don't. I live in fear. Would I… die like a human? Or would I fade away like ya?" Nuri paused, looking at all the things she had wrote on the wall. She had written all the emotions she had felt during these past couple of days.

"Superbia, Invidia, Ira, Acedia," she read aloud. "My enemies… I've gotta find out about them. I don't think I can do that in this insane castle. I've gotta… go out on my own, Xigbar. And if ya don't like it, ya can kiss my ass! The question is—when will I leave?" Nuri sighed, dropping her gel-pen and plummeting back down onto her bed on her back. Nuri looked at the ceiling with her bright orange eyes and felt rough fingers combing through her hair. It didn't tale long for her to realize who was in her room. "Xigbar, why are you so damn annoying?"

"Why are you so difficult, Nuri?" He just as easily commented back. "You back from the dead, or are you still intoxicated? Man, who woulda' thought the weapon-tress couldn't hole her vodka?" Nuri blinked for a moment. Now thinking about it, a relationship with Xigbar would have probably been all about sex. She wasn't as dense as some other members of the Organization perceived her as. Still, sex was the maybe on her list of things to do before she died. She was not ten, sixteen, or even—twenty-one. Nuri was a good one hundred years old, and she did not have to have someone looking over her with a watchful eye. Xigbar, on the other hand, perceived Nuri as the type that would try to be the man in a relationship. He already knew he would be in charge of that.

As sexy as he thought Nuri was—in her own way—if he wanted to take advantage of her, he could have done so this morning. So, who would have made the first move? Who would have played what role? But more importantly, how much time did they have left before it was too late? Before one of them faded away?

"Xigbar, I'm sure ya heard everything I said, right?" Nuri said, sitting up on her bed. She looked Xigbar right in his amber-colored eye, not intimidated by his scars or leers. Frankly, all that she could see was a Nobody who would be willing to help her. Who she saw was Xigbar, the person that she wanted to spend her life with, not Xigbar, number II of Organization XIII. Nuri noticed her wrists were a shade of red, but as she stated before, she was not fazed by pain. If she had to go through a million wrist-wrenching bruises to get to Xigbar, she would go through them. "I… although this sounds wildly cliché, Xigbar, if I could give you the part of my heart that I have left, I would." She said, cracking a toothy grin. "You don't know how hard that was to get out." Xigbar smirked at her, his scars crinkling. Xigbar playfully jumped on top of Nuri, holding her arms down to her bed.

She surprisingly did not object to his antics. "So, you're saying that you'd give me your heart? As if. Keep it."

"What, ya don't think my heart is good enough for ya, Xigbar? Just because it isn't whole doesn't mean you can't take it," Nuri paused. The more she thought about it, the more she grew angry. "What, ya don't my heart can fill the void in your, Freeshooter? What will you do when I leave?"

"You won't leave, Nuri. Trust me; if you ever think about leaving, I'll just have to kill you on sight. Don't think I wont, dude. The same thing happened to the other XIII. His name was Roxas, and he is still out there somewhere. Man, you shoulda seen Xemnas when he found out Roxas had left! But you… youare my responsibility, Nuri. …Not Xemnas's, not that void dude's, and definably not Axel's." Nuri let out a sarcastic laugh. True, Xigbar's face was only about three inches away from her own, but that was not going to faze her.

"You really think ya can keep me here, Freeshooter? What are ya going to do, huh? Tie me to ya're door? Look at me until my legs melt away? Or maybe you'll try'n shoot me again? Look Xigbar, if you shoot me again, I'm kicking your ass." She snickered. There was a mind-numbing silence until Xigbar brushed his lips against Nuri's cheek. Why did he insist on teasing her?

"I think I can come up with some stuff better'n that, Nuri," he mumbled, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Sucking everything into his mouth greedily, Xigbar was amazed at how vicious Nuri could kiss. Nuri accepted his kiss, their tongues fighting for dominancy. After a while, their exchange turned more passionate. More intense. During the active moment, Xigbar got carried away, biting her tongue. But the pain was more enjoyable than painful. Nuri smelling of alcohol, but somewhat sober and willingly kissing him was a lethal combination, so he knew it was only a matter of time before this escaladed into something more explicate. Nuri pulled away from Xigbar, getting up and adjusting her Organization uniform. She grinned back at Xigbar. Xigbar licked his lips, remembering the juicy tang of Nuri's mouth.

"Alright Xigbar, let's do this mission. We're going to Traverse Town, right? Besides, look what I can do!" Xigbar teleported behind Nuri, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"What, why would you want to end the fun-time, dude?" Xigbar chuckled, and Nuri broke once again out of his grip. Nuri stood still, putting a serious look on her face. She breathed before summoning her katana. Nuri griped it would both of her hands, propping it above her head, and the slowly stabbing the air. The air rippled for a moment before a Corridor of Darkness opened up in front of her. Nuri made her sword disappear, proud of what she created.

"I still can't do it with my hands like you can, but still, it's better'n not knowin' how to pull one at all! I practiced all day with Luxord to do that technique! And I'm not afraid of the darkness… not when you're with me, Xigbar," she blushed, knitting her hands uncharacteristically together. She hoped that Xigbar would not have taken advantage of her, but he noticed her blushing. She had to do something, quick. "Do you think this will take us to Traverse Town?" Without words, Xigbar playfully pushed Nuri into the portal, and he followed. It was not before long that Xigbar and Nuri found there way into a bustling city. There were many people trying to get to their destinations. The two Nobodies had not exchanged words, because standing right in front of them was the same girl with the purple pigtails and green eyes as in Nuri's dream. In her hand was a Keyblade, a black and red blade with a Heartless keychain hanging from it. She wore a loose-fitting hoodie that had zippers on the side of it, and her green shot-shorts had purple belts wrapped around it. She held her Keyblade as if it was extremely heavy—her arm hanging by the weight of it. On top of her head was a black heartless with beady read eyes. The three exchanged confused looks as towns' people started to run around in terror, for a giant heartless was right on the side of them.

This girl looked at Nuri through tear filled purple eyes. Her lips quivered as she tried desperately to get words out of her mouth. It had been so many years, and this girl had been longing for the day when she finally reunited with her. However, she felt a tinge of pain. Why did Nuri leave and never come back? Nuri knew that she wanted to tell her something important. The grip on the purple haired girl's Keyblade tightened ten- fold. The purple haired girl's eyes widened in fear. She did not want to do this. She was beyond hurting anyone. Why did this weapon persist on forcing her into situations that she did not want to take part of?

"Ah… guys… I know you see this huge heartless coming right at us…" The Heartless on top of the purpled-haired girl spoke in a feminine voice.

"I think she wants to fight, Nuri!" Xigbar chortled. "I doubt you can beat her though. She has a Keyblade." Nuri rolled her eyes.

"Who are you?"

"R… Ruri…" She sheepishly spoke as her Keyblade dragged her towards Nuri. "I'm glad… to have found you… Kaori," Ruri finished, tears rolling down her cheeks. Nuri winced. This mission was turning into a punishment already.

A/N: Tell me what you thought of the fluff! XD That crap was HARD, everyone! XD Well, at least we'll get to know about Ruri, wont we? I HATE RURI WITH A PASSION. D:

Ask me why. XD You'll get a long review reply. Oh, and tell me what you think of her, please. Thanks, guys! XD If I've forgoten anyone else's story, be SURE to remind me! XD