Third chapter, thank yous to The White Raven013 and What a Rubber Chicken, for th reviews.

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//There was no questioning when Even was wordlessly adopted into Ansem's household. After the funeral, Even was brought into the little lessons that Braig and Ansem taught to Ienzo and Xehanort.(Ansem was insulted at the very idea that they would go to a public school.) But this also meant that the three boys had awkward school hours, considering that Braig and Ansem would work late into the night, so they ended up sleeping into the afternoon, or otherwise weren't in the mood to deal with small children who were up early to watch cartoons. So the three learned to let their guardians sleep.

So, more often than not, they could be seen playing out side until about noon, when there mentors retained a state of semi-consciousness.

And one couldn't expect three boys on their own, not to have a few mishaps, though they were better than most boys, things just happened like that. Such as one of the hitting the ball to hard, and it flying over the fence. Such as another boy running after it. Into the middle of the street. As a car came racing up the road.

Ienzo caught up with the ball and stood up, and turned to run back to his playmates when a black car, full of dents and scratches, screeched in front of him as the driver frantically slammed on the breaks.

As it turned out, Demyx and Larxene had mixed some concoction of fertilizer, water and some form weed seeds. They had hoped to hit Marluxia, (obviously) with the concoction, and see if it had any lasting effect on him, considering his power over plants.

Saix wondered if he should shake his head at their stupidity of chuckle at their creativity.

As they were about to take off running, he grabbed both of them by the shoulder, tightly.

"Perhaps you would like to tell me where you intend to go after this?"

It was obvious that they had little choice but to answer him. Either that or get beaten with an inch of life.

Larxene rolled her eyes, "Were just going up to Demmy's room."

Saix froze and his grip tightened, but he was deaf to their complaints. Did Larxene just call Demyx DEMMY?!? What the hell happened between these two that LARXENE would use a PET NAME for DEMYX?!?

He must have spaced out, because Demyx was now waving his hand in front of his face, saying, "Hellooo, anyone home?"

"Careful, number IX, or you might lose your hand."

The tanned appendage was quickly snatched from sight. Saix allowed himself an inner smirk. Sometimes Demyx was far too easy to intimidate.

"Yeah, then you'll have to deal with the mess afterward, though" Demyx unexpectedly retorted, with a grin. Saix stared down at the blond, with what would have been an dumbfounded expression, had been anyone else. What had happened indeed? Demyx joking with him. The one that he had hear the musician admitting to being terrified by.

The hell.

The hand was back up and waving in front of his face again.

"Dude, your seriously spacing out today. You sick? Hello, Fangface?"

THAT, snapped him out of his musings, hearing Xigbars obnoxious nick name for him.

"Excuse me?" he said far too calmly for anyones comfort.

"Are. You. Feeling. Alright. Saix?" He said slowly, and with obvious annoyance.

The kid was showing a hidden backbone. Normally he would either be pleading for him to calm down or trying to find some not so tactful way to retreat. Now he was glaring at him, expecting some response. Now Saix was intensely curious about what had happened, for the change in both of them. If he remembered correctly, Demyx had been placed at the top floor, one that had been abandoned and empty, for the constant playing of his sitar. Plenty far away from the others for no one to see him changing. That was probably why the changes seemed so drastic. No one spent time with the Nobody to know how he changed.

Saix was now determined to find out.

"Perhaps I should make sure you two MAKE it up to Demyx's room." He said, just realizing that he had yet to let go of them.

Larxene gave him a withering glance.

"Were not going to go off and prank for awhile, if thats what your worried about."

Demyx nodded in agreement, "Besides, Marly probably will have the rest of the castle awake before we can set anything up."

The corner of Saix's mouth twitched. They PLANNED these things out? It was a frightening thought. That they took the time to plan all if their pranks out. Which explained how they were so ready the day before.

"I was actually referring to the fact that almost any of the others would be more than willing to kill you two on the spot, particularly a certain lancer, I don't think he's gotten all of that paint out either."

The blonds looked at each other, looking mildly frightened.

"Ah, heheh, good point, uhhh...This way."

Demyx pointed down the hall.

The two lead him down the hall, then up about fourteen flights of stairs. By the time they reached the floor Demyx's room was on, Saix was feeling just a little breathless.

Then felt like kicking himself. They should have just teleported up here. It would have saved time and energy. About to growl at them, he realized that they looked fine, not even a hint that suggested that they might be slightly winded. He swallowed hie complaint, not wanting to seem weaker to the younger neophytes.

"Well, here we are, the floor of dust, cobwebs and small rodents." Demyx proclaimed with a sweeping gesture, taking in the indeed dirty and dark hallway.

No wonder Superior put the musician up here. It would keep him away from the murderous looks of the other members, and keep the other members from having to deal with his constant playing. He looked at Demyx, not really believing that the Nocturne would actually be able to survive up her, especially with his at least seemingly sunny personality.

The blond grinned, "Its not that bad, I cleaned out a couple of rooms, and sealed up and rodent holes there might have been in those couple of rooms."

"It was actually kinda hard," Larxene sighed, "all of these rooms are stuffed full of crap and dust. Its almost as if someone stashed their memorabilia up here. Several someones."

Demyx nodded in agreement, "it was a mess, we managed to clear the hallways, though there still full of dust."

They walked down the hallway, till they reached the very end where three doors stood, looking much cleaner than the ones they passed.

"This one is my room," Demyx said, pointing to the door on the left, "this one is just kinda a room to chill in," he pointed at the middle door, "and this one, were not done with yet, we only got every thing moved out of, 'cept a couch."

Saix merely nodded, not really taking it in. He, was, however, surprised when Demyxs hand was once again in front of his face. He looked at the blond. Demyx just grinned and motioned for him to move through the doorway, the one to the middle room.

Saix walked in and stopped. The room had been painted blue with streaks of white. He blinked several times. He supposed it was because just about everything else in the castle was a collection of whites, greys and blacks, that he was slightly baffled at the color.

Two recliners and a couch that didn't match at all were placed in the room, that Larxene had no trouble in flopping down onto one quite comfortably. There was also a short table positioned more or less in the center of the room, a dented cabinet was shoved in the corner, papers preventing the top drawer from being closed. Three wooden chairs were stacked haphazardly in the corner,threatening to fall down any minute. What could quite possibly be a fireplace took over another corner. A stack of hastily chopped wood sitting next to it confirmed that thought. Papers and writing materials were strewn across the room.

Stepping on a few, Saix bent down and picked them up while Demyx stretched out on the couch, and began to scan over them.

Suddenly Demyx yelped.

"Don't read those!!!" he yelled as he jumped off the couch. Larxene quickly followed, falling off the chair.

Saix easily evaded the two, as his eyes widened as he read the neatly printed work in front of him.

He looked a the two obviously nervous blonds in front of him, not even trying to hid the astonished look on his face.

Ienzo yelled and threw his arms up to cover his face as the car came within an inch of his face.

A teen, about the same age as Braig threw the door open and ran to the front of the car, and looked down at Ienzo, who was nearly petrified sitting in the middle of the street, staring at the license plate that was literally an inch from his face.

The teen was fairly tall, with black hair pulled back into a horsetail, short braids were worked into the short mass of hair. He had unbelievably blue eyes, which were now filled with relief as he realized the boy sitting in front of his car was only terrified beyond all belief, not hurt.

Suddenly, Braig came flying out of the front door, hair in disarray, lab coat still on, and a forgotten mug of coffee in his hand, not realizing that it was spilling all over the walkway. Evidently he had heard the yell and screeching car tires.

Xehanort and Even were standing dumbstruck in front of the fence. Ignoring them, Braig ran to Ienzo, who was still sitting on the street, the teen sagging against the car with relief.

"IENZO!" Braig yelled in the kids ear, in an attempt to wake him from his stupor.

He responded slowly, turning his head towards Braig.

"Come on Squirt, lets get you inside." he knelt and moved to pick the terrified childed, just realizing that he had a now empty mug of coffee in his had. Muttering curses under his breath, he turned to the teen leaning against the car.

"Could you hold this Dude?" the teen numbly nodded and took the mug while Braig picked up Ienzo.

Just before Braig walked though the door, he turned to the astonished teen.

"Master Ansem is inside, your the new applicant, aren't you?"

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