Chapter IV
-The Morning's Events-
"Xemnas, please!" Demyx pleaded, "You wanted that cereal, so you really should eat it. Not just the little marshmallows."
"Bleh!" the toddler spat, "I don't like the other stuff! It's yucky!"
"It's not, er… 'yucky', it's good! Really!" he said, "Besides, you're gonna be hungry later…"
"Gonna have lotsa snacks later!" Xemnas replied, as if it were a threat.
"Don't think so," Demyx answered, resting his chin on his fist.
"I wan' it," he said flatly.
"Nope."
"Want it."
"Uh-uh," Demyx shook his head with a grin. Xemnas crossed his arms and turned away, but not before pushing his bowl, as far as his short arms could reach, away from him. Rolling his eyes, the Melodious Nocturne grabbed the bowl and placed it back down in front of the small boy.
"Last chance," he warned.
"Hmph," was the only reply.
"Okay…" Demyx said, slowly pulling the cereal away, "I'm taking it away now…" No response. "I'm lifting it off the table…" Xemnas stubbornly lifted his nose as high as he could. "Gonna throw it away…" The tiny nobody twitched nervously as Demyx walked across the room to the trash can, opening it. "I'm about to dump it in the trash…" Xemnas jumped up, and hurried over to him.
"Okay! I finish! You see!" he screeched.
"You sure?"
"Uh-huh." Once again showing the energy he had shown lately, he ran back to the table, scrambling into his seat. With a smile of triumph, Demyx put Xemnas' breakfast down, as the little Superior snatched his spoon. He wasn't sure if that would actually work.
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"Vexen, what are you doing?"
"I am trying to figure out how to fitth thith," the small blond replied, nodding toward the large machine in front of him.
"Will you finish it, soon?"
"You have athked me that many timeth now, Thetthion," he sighed, "Further more, I haven't theen you trying to help me in any way."
"That is because I do not know how to," Zexion replied, annoyed, "Besides, I thought that Lexaeus was going to help you."
"Are you going to wake him up?" Vexen asked, narrowing his green eyes. Zexion shook his head, his eyes widened.
"I didn't fink tho. I would not want to wake him up after what happened earlier thith morning…"
"What happened?"
"I got up too early… and Letthaeus… didn't theem to like that very much," he explained.
"Then... if he was upset earlier about that, would he not be upset now?" Zexion thought aloud, crossing his arms. Vexen paused, his eyes huge.
"I do not know…" he said softly, staring blankly forward, then glanced quickly around.
"It is about time get up, now, though," Zexion reasoned. He shrugged. After a few moments, Vexen returned to examining the large, black machine.
"I am not entirely thure how to fitth it," he admitted, "but I do hope that I can figure it out thoon…"
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"Hold still, Axel! I've almost got it!"
"Do I have to, Xion? It hurts!"
"How did you get your hair so tangled in one night?" she asked.
"Dunno… but are you done yet?" Axel whined.
"No, not quite. Sorry," Xion apologized. The red head groaned.
"It hurts, and it's boring!" he moaned, "I wanna play with Roxas!"
"Soon, don't… worry…" she grunted, jerking the brush hard through a powerful red tangle.
"Ow!" he yelled, trying to pull away, but Xion grabbed his arm.
"Hold on a sec, the brush is stuck," she said, attempting to pull it out.
"What? Ow, ow, OUCH! STOP!" he pleaded, "It… hurts!"
"It will be in a moment, honest," she replied, finally pulling it out. With a deep sigh, she asked, "All better?"
"Uh-huh," he whimpered, rubbing his sore head.
"I'm so sorry, Axel," she apologized again, as Roxas stepped in.
"What's going on?" he inquired. Before she could answer, Axel jumped down and ran to him.
"Let's just go and play now, okay? I wanna play now," he begged, tugging on Roxas' sleeve. Roxas raised an eyebrow and glanced at Xion as Axel dragged him out of the room.