-Zexion's Library-

"It's just this way..." Zexion said, pointing.

"What, do you have a few picture books, or something?" Xarvis asked with a smile. The little boy giggled at the question. Soon, they came to a door, and Zexion tried to open it.

"Here, let me open it..." the man offered. As soon as he turned the doorknob, and pushed open the door, his jaw fell in awe.

"How many books do you have?!" he exclaimed, looking around at the huge shelves of countless books.

"Um... A lot," Zexion replied.

"I guess you don't just have a few picture books, huh?"

"A few," he laughed.

"Ah..." Xarvis sighed, "Well-"

"Oh, oh! I want to show you my reading spot!" Zexion said excitedly. He ran off through the paths between the bookcases. Xarvis sighed again and followed him. Eventually, they came to a clearing where there were tables surrounded by two or three chairs each, along with a few bean bags.

"This is my reading spot!" the little blue haired boy told him, running over to a grayish blue bean bag. He sat down on it and started to sink into it.

"Oof!" he cried. Xarvis pulled him out and picked him up.

"I guess I'm just a little bit too small for this now..." Zexion sighed, then smiling again, said, "So, you wanna see more of my library?" Before Xarvis could reply, there was a loud, echoing shriek.

"What was that?!" the little boy asked, curling up against him.

"I don't know," Xarvis replied, "but let's go find out." They made their way back to the entrance, to find a four year old Vexen scolding a three year old Axel for taking of his gloves. Xarvis had given Axel the gloves, special gloves, to help him control his fire powers.

"What happened?" Xarvis asked blankly. Vexen turned toward him, a look of annoyance still on his face.

"Axel took off his gloves, and burned some of Zexion's books!" he explained. Axel looked up at the man, with the appearance of a kicked puppy. Watery green eyes stared back into his own.

"My books?!" Zexion shrieked.

"Oh, but- I put the fire out!" Vexen said quickly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Axel sobbed.

"Axel... I think you should come with me before you burn something else..." Xarvis said, picking the crying boy up, and added, "Thank you, Vexen." The little blond nodded and smiled. Axel simply curled up against Xarvis, hiding his face. They left the room and walked down the hallway, passing Alex, carrying Roxas and Demyx. They were both about two.

"Atsew!" Roxas cried, smiling immediately. He reached out for his friend.

"Atsew pway wif me? Pwease?" he asked, looking pleadingly up at Alex.

"No... Axel can't play right now," Xarvis said, as Roxas' face fell, "I'm going to stay with Axel to make sure that he keeps his gloves on, and maybe I can find a better way to help him control those powers." Alex nodded, and started to leave.

"Oh, and Alex?" he stopped him. Alex turned around, as Demyx fell asleep on his shoulder.

"Go back home and bring back as many toys as you can for tomorrow, please." Alex nodded, not wanting a reply to wake up the sleeping Demyx. Roxas and Axel stared at each other sadly.

"Atsew..." Roxas whispered.