Well, I hope everyone had a great summer. I know I did. It took me a while to write this one, what with the classes and all. But I hope you all enjoy.

Day 2- Xigbar

Xigbar awoke, like on most days, on the floor; a foot away from his bed. "Goddamn. How do I fall out of that thing every night and not wake up?" he asked himself. He stood up, took a look at his black and white checkered bed. No kitten.

He opened his closet and dug under his pile of socks he had stolen from the other Organization members. No Roxas. "Not there either… Could they have put him there?" He went into the bottom draw in his nightstand, took out a pair of odd pair of circular keys, and tip-toed his way over to his poster of Shiguru Miyamoto.

He un-tacked and folded the top left corner back, revealing a small black circle. The circle, a Retina Scanner, beeped softly as he put his pupil up to it. He folded and tacked the corner back. Two small indents had opened where Mr. Miyamotos nostrils were. Xigbar popped a key in each nostril and turned them both simultaneously.

"VOICE RECOGNITION REQUIRED TO GO ANY FARTHER," said a robotic voice. "PLEASE USE PASSWORD NUMBER 22541." Xigbar took out a notebook and flipped through the pages, finally stopping on the second to last page.

With a completely straight face, he said back to the robot, "Pika, Pika Pi. Pikachu." A very quiet whir could be heard, until the voice came back.

"VOICE ROCOGNIZED. XIGBAR. PASSWORD CORRECT." There was a click, and a portion of the opposing wall slid beneath the floor. Xigbar walked through the hole, which led to a well-lit metallic tunnel. He walked down the straight passage for what seemed like an hour, until he came across an over-weight elderly man sitting in front of a door. He had on a clean, ironed uniform.

"G' Mornin', boss," the man said, tipping his hat to Xigbar, "how's the day goin'?" He tipped himself into a standing position and took out a key ring.

"It's been fine so far, Ronnie. So how's the family?"

The man, Ronnie, began his search through the keys. "Ah, the poor missus was sent to the hospital last week. Bless 'er soul." He found the one he was looking for and unlocked the door.

"Sorry to hear that." He pulled the door open and stepped through. "If you run into any financial trouble, just give me a call and I'll get it taken care of," he said, leaving the man.

Ronnie closed the door and took a seat in his folding chair. "What a good man, boss is."

Xigbar continued his trek down another winding hallway, until he came to a large safe. He punched in his 11 digit code and opened he safe door, revealing a second, significantly smaller safe. Again, he punched in a number and slid open the hatch.

Inside was a solved Rubix Cube. He looked for any other objects that could fit in the safe, like a kitten. Nothing.

"Huh. Well then. They must have forgotten it was my day." He closed the safes, went back through the door, said a short farewell to Ronnie, and walked back out the tunnel, into his room. He slid the keys out of Miyamotos nostrils, which closed the wall back, and threw them back into the bottom drawer.

He sat down in his rolling chair and yawned heavily. "Well since they forgot me, I might as well get some extra Z's." Not wishing to walk anymore, he rolled over to his bed and looked at for a moment.

"Goddamn it. The second I look away, they plant him on my bed." Then, he noticed the smell of ammonia in the air. "What the hell? It smells like piss in here." He looked at Roxas, whose head had perked up at the sound of the swearing. He opened his mouth to say something, but knowing it would be a swear, he decided to shut it back and save himself the energy.

The blonde kitten was picked up by the scruff of his neck and carried into the kitchen by the Number II, who gently set him down on the white marble floor. "Alright, kid. Just lay low for a bit and I'll get you some grub." Roxas watched in amazement as Xigbar went around the kitchen, from cabinet to cabinet, grabbing beef and chicken and pans and who knows what else.

After a few minutes of waiting around, the cat began smelling something mouth-watering. Xigbar pulled out a bowl and let a dozen light brown fried chicken bits fall into it. He set the bowl on the ground, which Roxas pounced on. He began to tear into the diced chicken while Xigbar through a flattened disc of dough into the same pan.

After Roxas was done, he looked towards Xigbar, who was now pulling a tortilla out of the pan. "Sorry, kid. You already had chicken. The rest of the meat is for my fajita." Roxas wouldn't turn away. "Roxas, this is my fajita." Xigbar set down his breakfast and picked up the kitten. He carried him out of the kitchen, to the connecting Living Room, passing Demyx on his way out. He dropped him on the couch and walked back to the kitchen.

Xigbar licked his lips as he opened the door to the kitchen. "Finally, I get to eat my fajita." But the fajita wasn't there. Only Demyx.

"Oh man," said Number IX, realizing whose fajita that was, "That was your fajita? Sorry, dude. I'll pay you back though. Where'd you buy it?" Xigbar clicked his rifles safety to its off position. "Hey… what are you doing with that gu-aaaaaaaaaagghghgghhg!"

A few minutes later, Xigbar walked out of the kitchen and threw a small bone in the air, which was caught before it hit the ground by Roxas.

"Go ahead and enjoy the bone, Roxas. The last guy who owned it sure did."

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. And remember to keep reading, reviewing, and just keep being radical.

-RFPR