ah, the mental trauma of working with these guys while trying to prevent ooc, m.s., and other negative writing entities.

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CHAPTER 6

"Wakey, wakey, eggs 'n bakey!" A man's voice screeched rather girlishly in the doorway of Rixah's room itself, signing his pre-death contract in blood and earning a decent-sized solid object chucked at his head.

"XI," Zexion's voice shook with breaking patience from somewhere down the hall, "have you not taken to any sense of your normality? Under more... understandable circumstances I would not bring myself to say this, but I have received a lack of sleep as of last night; you are clearly deranged, so therefore this morning differs from most. I am tired; please get it through your thick, flowery skull containing your significantly lowered I.Q. points that I, among others, wish for you to shut up." A door slammed somewhere down the hall. Zexion probably had an even more terrifying wake-up call for him to be so snappy.

Then again, Rixah wasn't so thrilled either.

"Com'on," Marluxia complained with too much motivation, "it's a new day, the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, and everyone else is up 'cept for you two!" Clearly this mauve haired bundle of joy was regaining some kind of composure for he was now capable of talking in complete sentences.

"Get out of my hearing range," the brunette let out a muffled, yet menacing, growl, "or else I will rip off all four of your limbs and bury your bloody body under that petty little garden in the back."

"Where will my limbs go- wait, does that mean you're not gunna get up? I really-" he was interrupted by a ferocious-looking girl sitting halfway up dressed in yesterday's clothing, putting him on the taking end of the most blood curdling glare she was capable of. "You know, i-it's not very lady-like to-"

Unfortunately the Graceful Assassin had forgotten -courtesy of Vexen's potion- that he could take on a hundred replicas of this girl and more, even without his scythe.

Any other time, Rixah would've laughed hysterically at the silky, red pajamas; right then she merely flew out of bed and attacked him with brutal force. He started screaming within a few moments. No joke.

Zexion cautiously reopened the entrance to his room to be a witness of the all-powerful Marluxia falling face-first onto the wooden floor, tackled by a violet-eyed female delinquent. Rixah pinned him and pulled harshly on his layered hair.

"Zexy, help!"

Sucked to be him because Zexion decided to watch for amusement now. He highly disliked the nicknames created by the other members, they were dubbed as distasteful and absolutely unnecessary. Not to mention the words that they purposefully rhymed with. Vile, should the truth be told.

Rixah jumped up, kicked the already-in-pain Nobody in the stomach with a bare foot, then stomped off to her room, muttering quiet curses.

As soon as soon as she had returned to her sanctuary, Marluxia cried out, "She's scary!"

"Only toward idiots, I'm afraid. Or, not, rather, because I am obviously more intelligent than most, offense not intended." Zexion paused, thinking of how to correctly word his next inquiry, "I trust you are not on anything, XI? The Superior will not approve of that, as I am sure you are aware. Then again, as I rethink that, you probably hardly remember I's wrath in this state of mind."

"Oh, of course I'm on something." Marluxia shot him a 'you're the idiot, not me' look and continued, "The floor, duh."

Zexion resorted to a pity-filled shake of the head, then recoiled to inside the parameter of the space behind him and made sure to make use of any, and all locks available.

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About an hour or so later, more than half of the semi-powerless Nobodies had left to explore the town of Bright Hill. None of them liked the name much, but they had to suffer. There were only two of them that remained inside of the mansion; one scheming, and one sleeping. This was actually sort of ironic considering that the person doing the scheming was Axel.

Rixah got up approximately 15 minutes ago, now her laptop was on hand and she, on top of her bed.

Axel was crouched outside of Zexion's door, silently thinking. The spiky red-head wore a black and silver Nickleback tee-shirt and baggy jeans. He didn't have any shoes on though.

Spare key... spare key... where would it be?

"Oh, duh. Geez, what am I, an actor?" Axel paused as he returned to Rixah's doorway. "Riiight." Axel knocked, then took a gamble and pulled it so passage was allowed.

"Hey, manners?" Rixah murmured, partially distracted, eyes locked to the screen.

Axel mimicked one of Demyx's sheepish grins. "I lost my key, o' mighty one. Don't suppose you've got a spare?"

"Ask the butler. I'm not a go-to girl."

Unbecoming embarrassment, to indecorous conceitedness. Axel's trademark, devious smirk came back involuntarily, causing instant eye-contact and suspicion. "Can't find him, got it memorized?"

Rixah supposed it could be amusing to see what he wanted the key for. Or not, as she would soon figure.

"Sure, sure." She blew hair out of her face. "The fern. It's green, F.Y.I."

"Thanks, friend." He gave her a short wave and turned, leaving.

Rixah grumbled, "don't count on it." The scroll bar flitted down the black and white page. She was a speed reader. Go figure.

Suddenly Axel's voice invaded her concentration, "Hey, Rix, I think somethings burning in this room!"

The "clever" Flurry was all-too aware that his fellow Schemer only awoke when there was a threatening smell/presence in his sleeping quarters. Strange, but convenient. Another lucky fact was that the steely haired Nobody had gotten used to all of the rackett that the other members created over course of non-time that they had been at the castle.

Time didn't really exist in The World That Never Was. So therefore, since Nododies didn't exist either, they -you guessed it- didn't age. At all. That was a plus for everyone except poor Roxas, who was still young.

Rixah's figure poked out from the doorway, her hair a wreck and her violet iris's curious, yet expecting something bad. "Six?"

"Zexion. We have our assigned numbers." Axel shrugged, but made sure to still make small gestures that led someone to think something was wrong. Like frantically glancing over at the door every now and then. "Hey, don't ask me, I'm just VIII, got it memorized? Seriously, though, I think somethings aflame in there."

Rixah sniffed the air, there was indeed smoke; so why weren't the fire-alarms going off?

"Isn't he awake?"

"Hell if I know! It's locked!" He half-yelled with a little too much vigor.

"So... knock."

"... I don't wanna, what if the other side of the door is burning up and I knock it down and get hurt in the process?" Axel complained after some thought on his answer. He hadn't seen this one coming.

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...

...

"Damn it, Axel, are you serious?" Rixah stumbled her way dawn the hall towards him. She hadn't gotten a chance to stretch her muscles, the attack on that one guy (?) didn't count because she was half asleep and returned to her bed afterwords. The scent of smoke got stronger and the alarms still failed -miserably- to go off in the whirl of loud, obnoxious beeps that they usually did. She reached the potted plant which was located to the right of Zexion's door and let her fingers feel the way through the giant, leafy foliage.

Upon touching the small piece of metal, she outwardly cursed Axel's incapability, unlocked the door, and tramped inside the dark room, eyes scanning the room for any sign of fire. There was none. In fact, she could no longer even smell the smoke. Well, that was rather screwy.

Axel, still out in the corridor, slammed the door, and pushed the unreasonably heavy -even for Axel- plant in front of it.

Rixah had been duped. Horribly. To the unseemly point that there wasn't one. A point, she meant. There was most certainly not a point to the ridiculous movement that Axel had made.

"Be seeing you!" Axel called aggravatingly, despite Rixah not being able to hear him.

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"Axel, you're such a moron," Rixah turned after she heard the slam, for she had said this before it.

Rixah tried the knob to no avail. "Axel?! Hey, you'd better be joking around!" Why couldn't the door just open inverted, like others of its kind? That would make her life so much easier, truly, it would. Being stuck in a dark room with a total (ly obnoxious/smart ass of a) stranger with no conceivable escape route wasn't exactly on her "to do" list.

Rixah looked over at the bed to notice a shirtless Zexion sitting up, staring at her with a blank demeanor.

Even the headstrong Rixah blushed furiously as he politely inquired, "I believe I have the right to ask, what the hell you are doing in my room, staring at me as if you have something wrong with your sanity. I do hope I have not been conversing with a lunatic." Then he mentally added, thinking of Xemnas and others, I am saying this like I do not speak with psychotic people everyday, which would be far from correct.

Rixah quickly buried her hormonal thoughts as she stated, "Axel happened. He tricked me into thinking that something was burning in here. I came in and he put something heavy in front of the door, so I can't get out. And don't be so pissy about it."

Zexion silently left the uncomfortably of his bed and searched the dresser drawers for a suitable shirt. When he found none, he settled for a dark blue, long-sleeved American Eagle shirt. Rixah momentarily glared at his choice. He found it to be quite comfortable. Next he walked past her and tried the door.

"Do we have anything that we could unscrew the hinges with?" Rixah asked innocently before he had the chance to open his mouth and ask the very same thing.

They searched the room for anything usable. None of the member's had their own personal bathroom like Rixah. Nothing.

The Somebody squirmed in her spot. "Maybe if we yell-"

"You live here, so you should be aware that the walls are soundproof in the rooms," he interrupted nonchalantly.

It was times like these when the two wished they had something they didn't. Rixah: her cellphone; Zexion: his ability to create a dark portal. At least his sense of smell was cut in half, creating less migraines.

"I can smell the dirt from the pot. It's blocking the door. Other than that, I cannot smell anything over your perfume." A frown crossed his face characteristically, then reluctantly went to the door, judging his chances of forcing it open. First, though, he chanced it on his own. Fail. He gave Rixah a meaningful glance, and she obliged by putting all of her weight against the door as well.

Failure, once again.

Rixah slumped to the tan carpet and Zexion straightened, thinking.

"Dammit, this is stupid! How does a stick like Axel move that?"

"Believe me when I tell you that we are not all as we appear. I am... not comparable to VIII in strength." He hesitated, about to say more, but firmly decided against it.

Zexion's room was basically void of anything besides books, cloths, and furniture. Didn't this room used to have a lamp, or light? It must've been uninstalled when he moved in. Freaky.

Most of it clicked to the Schemer. Axel clearly was trying to get them to do something vulgar within the confining space. He relayed this to Rixah, and she was less than pleased.

A flurry-like rainbow of colorful words escaped her mouth and she sulked even further down as soon as she ran out of ways to say them. Zexion was semi-aware of the agreements he made on Rixah's views of Axel's intelligence level. The next few minutes were uneventful. So they just wait? Until how long? Some people had to use the restroom once in a while. It was 1:27 so lunch-time passed.

Rixah was pretty ticked, if this wasn't obvious.

There was a ceiling fan, which Zexion graciously flipped on.

A gasp escaped Rixah's mouth and her eyes traveled across the room, to the wall.

It was dark, so Rixah got close enough to his face so that they could see each other sufficiently enough. Zexion's cobalt iris glowed at her, expectant, then fell over to where she was staring. A smirk took an agonizingly long time to fully place itself on his face. An elaborate plan, it was; fool-proof.

Check and mate. They were good, no, better than good, they were wicked sick -in a good sort of way- and definite genii. Okay, so maybe she wasn't that awesome, but close enough to come up with a plan that even an emo-nerd could agree to.

Rixah's face fell when she realized that she was being no better than those stereotypical jerks. What a predictable human trait, and she quickly decided that it wasn't her fault. She was brave, and at least she did something about it.

"Zexion?" She inhaled his scent. Nothing. He smelled like nothing. How strange.

He leaned away, speaking flatly with zeugma, "You are invading my personal boundaries, but we have no way to take the cover off."

"Maybe... mm... never mind."

"Do you have a way out?" The teen boy sighed with an eye roll.

"Two words: air vent."

The air vent. It was big enough so that they could climb through it, both being nearly the same height. But it required a screwdriver. What a pain; luckily she took eighth months of karate before she became bored of it and the people that took the class alongside her. Perfect to knock of of it's hinges. That would allow them swift passage to -insert cringe here- Marluxia's room, or they could fork off, but she'd only used the ones that went straight to other rooms.

"Zexion, we have strayed to unnecessary," she paused after she'd moved under the vent on the wall, then continued with a mimicking tone, "solutions that require too much insertion of physical labor. Help me get high enough to smash this cover off the wall. Safely."

Books, unsteady, but neither of them wanted to push the dresser over, for it was lucid that it was heavy, and they'd both suffered enough. Actually, Zexion didn't want to do anymore and Rixah couldn't push it across the room without breaking it. Let's face it, they're both lazy at... umm... heart; you get the idea.

She sniffed and glared up at the ventilation shaft. Today was not a nice day. She was hungry, tired, annoyed, and, above all, she had to go to the bathroom. Hey, it wasn't her fault that she complained.

As for the Schemer, he was mentally abdomishing himself for not asking about the vent earlier, it crossed his mind about it, sure, but they couldn't break through metal. This was a much more promising procedure than the last. He supposed she would find an effective course to take in order to remove the cover that blocked their passage to escaping.

"I'm going to kick it off, but I need shoes, so give me a boot."

Zexion raised a periwinkle-blue eyebrow at her and kicked over a black, leather boot, to which she mumbled thanks and put it on. It wasn't that big on her, so Rixah covered a snicker.

Horrible, and he caught it, just chose to appear irritated to no end instead of flicking rude commentary her way. But he did need some form of payback, but that could come later. For now, he had to get the girl up the vent.

In the end, they pushed the dresser over there, seeing no other available options.

The violet-eyed brunette climbed up and readied herself for major foot pains. Tolerance for the pain wasn't an issue at all, it was merely the fact that it put her in bad moods. Like a switch. Well, technically not a switch because she was usually in a foul one beforehand.

Nevertheless, with her hand on Zexion's shoulder as support, she brought her foot up with all the power she'd heckled Marluxia with that morning against the edge of the vent's cover. The metal cover flew off with a clang, and Rixah did a 180 into Zexion's preppy, blue shirt, knocking him over once more. The cover had roughly hit the wall, undoubtedly harshly denting it and ruining the paint in that area.

Zexion grunted at the impact, where Rixah had already used all of her oxygen to knock the air vent open. This time it was a harder impact and Rixah flew three feet away when he collided with carpet, slamming into the hefty pile of books stacked near the evil door of doom.

"Axel. Is. D-E-A-D, got it memorized?"

"I assure you that I hold no intentions of stopping your rampages involving VIII and bruising his egotistical ways."

"Good," they both warily got up. Rixah climbed on top of the dresser, then into the metal ventilation system. A bit of the way through it, she noticed that Zexion did not, in fact, come up behind her. "Are you even coming?" Her voice echoed irkingly.

"Are you implying that you are incapable of persuading Marluxia to move the plant?"

"I never agreed to that..."

"I have bad allergies."

She shook her head in discontent and continued to crawl. Just a tad more and Rixah would be able to shout into Marluxia's room. Hopefully he would be in his room.

Once she reached it, she called out , "Hey, Marluxia, are you in there?" There was a obnoxious sniff, and then a huff.

"Yes. What do you want? I wish to not be tackled again." Huh, strange. He almost sounded normal. Wait, he did sound normal.

Rixah peeked through the filters on the cover.

Nope, by the looks of his room, asking him to move the plant shouldn't be difficult at all. They had another thing coming.

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alright, longest chapter yet, and i even have this all in my binder and had to cut it short! of course, i had to completely change the ending or else it wouldve been a scary cliche (of which i dislike).

id like to remind you all that the more reviews i get, the faster i will update. its just one of those things, you know? i never feel like writing anymore if i know people arent reviewing. good/constructive/bad, idc. i cant help you if you dont tell me what i could improve on. sure, i dont appreciate flames, but ill take them if they can help me.

thanks to Missspidersami and Raining Moon Song for being here for me ^.^ you guys rock organization XIII's socks (if they wear any). also, i have some ideas for the sequel and how this one is going to end. im going to try to stick to the original story as much as i can (i think theres a word for that). as for now, im dont think im even halfway done!

REVIEW and what do you guys think of me quoting songs before i start on chapters? is it too overly used, or what?