The sun wasn't even up, the sky was still dark, with stars dotting across it. No one in their right mind should be awake. Except, he was. And he hadn't just decided to wake up at 3 in the morning, no, he hadn't even fallen asleep. The boss had just retired and gave him the title of boss. So, he had to make sure he would be a good one. The previous boss's tactics weren't his favorite. He treated the lower ranked members like dirt, while the executives were like royalty in his eyes. No, he would make it so everybody was treated the same. He was sure the other players wouldn't object to that rule. Then there was a creak, and he turned to see a man standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. It was like staring into a mirror, if the mirror changed the color palate, and the position of the 'X' shaped scar. "Xisuma, why're you still up?"

Xisuma didn't reply, instead he turned back to his computer. He was just about to open up the member list when it was slammed shut on his fingers. "Ow!"

He ruefully looked at his twin, who had now retrieved his closed laptop and put it on the tallest shelf. "Bed."

"But I need to look over some stuff! Give me my computer back Xanthus!" He shot back, standing up. "No, an Xisuma with no sleep is a grumpy one. And I hate you that much to not want to deal with that."

"But I'm the new boss of the Hermitcraft Mafia! I have to make sure I'll fulfill the role my hermits are wanting of me! You can't just tell me to go to bed when I don't even know the names of the lower ranked members." Xisuma shot back, glaring at his twin, his hands on his hips. "You can do that once you get sleep."

He opened his mouth to object, but Xanthus cut him off. "And no buts!"

Xisuma sighed loudly but allowed himself to be led to his room. He laid down on the bed, having already been in his sleepwear. He grabbed the nearby bee plushy and held it close to his chest as Xanthus sat down on the edge. Red eyes started to purple and green mismatched ones. "Now, tell me what's really wrong Johnathan." His twin spoke, saying his actual name to show how serious he was being, and how he was pushing his hatred for him to the side. Though, he knew he actually didn't hate him. Xisuma grimaced and looked at the ceiling. "I'm the second boss to ever lead the Hermitcraft Mafia. It's only been around for two years, and Generik was the one who created it." He shifted to his side, so he was staring at his wall. "I'm 18…. I joined the mafia when I was 16. Same with you. And I don't want to mess everything up. I want- I have to be better. The hermits need to be respected and not just seen as grunts that can be replaceable. It's just, hard."

He buried his face into the bee plush, shifting it slightly so he was still staring at the wall. Then Xanthus ran a hand through his hair, moving it down so he was rubbing circles into his back. "Look, when we first joined the mafia, I enjoyed it. Yes, I did hate it when Generik abandoned me for a few months, so good riddance to the old man. Anyways, you'll do fine Xisuma. Besides, I'm the underboss, so I can do all your work if you need a break."

Xisuma chuckled and his brother stopped rubbing his back. He sighed and stood up, the weight leaving the bed. He turned his head to look at him. "Thanks Ezra…."

"Yeah yeah, I still hate you. Night."

"Night."

Xanthus left, closing the door behind him and Xisuma turned to his back, pulling the covers over him. He sighed and closed his eyes. Praying that the Hermitcraft Mafia would someday achieve its goal of protecting the city from evil.


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