Part the second? 8D

Title; These Late Hours
Fandom; Kingdom Hearts
Genre; Humor
Pairings; AkuRoku, LuxDem, XigZex

I felt like writing Zexion, but I couldn’t figure out anything. So we’ll just, y’know, have this.
Watch out for mistakes and everything. This is un-beta’d and it’s 11:45 at night. :D

These Late Hours

Roxas had found that, in order to sleep with someone—or a group of someones (or Nobodies), in his case—you usually need to get to sleep first. Unless, of course, you were talking about the new-day-and-age meaning of the term ‘to sleep with’, but Roxas was not, as he was simply piled on the floor with three of his fellow Nobodies.

He was laying on Axel’s and Demyx’s legs and using Luxord’s knees as a pillow. Demyx was facing Axel, who was sleeping open-mouthed and looking like he was about to eat the musician’s nose. Luxord was curled against Demyx, his arms wrapped around the other like he was a giant teddy bear.

The other three looked quite comfortable, and Roxas was too. Usually, he would have no problem falling asleep in such a situation.

But the noise.

A loud, rumbling roar was coming down the hallway, slipping easily through the barely opened door to Axel’s room. Roxas knew who it was, of course—Number II. The Freeshooter. Xigbar. The man had been snoring all night, even before Roxas had come to sleep with Axel, and long before Luxord and then Demyx showed up.

Roxas sighed and tried to roll over, sadly forgetting just who he was laying on. Axel grunted and nearly snapped his mouth closed on Demyx’s nose. The blonde continued sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious of his near miss with rather sharp teeth. Roxas propped himself up on his elbows, forgetting the sleep he was obviously never going to get.

Luxord was the first to wake when he felt a bony little elbow stick him in his thigh. The sudden movement of the Gambler woke Demyx, who stretched like a cat on his side and pushed Axel’s head in the opposite direction so that it popped rather loudly. The noise and acute pain accompanying the pop finally woke Axel.

“What’s up?” Demyx asked, blinking blearily down at the youngest Nobody. He could just barely make out a faint outline, but knew Roxas was somewhere on his legs. He kicked them once for good measure—the outline moved and retaliated by sitting right on both of Demyx’s legs. The sudden movement caused Luxord, who had been falling back asleep, to bolt upright and glare down at Roxas. Axel copied his movement.

“I can’t sleep.” Roxas answered simply. Axel groaned and flopped back, turning over until he was curled into a cocoon with the blankets. Luxord reached over and grabbed the blanket’s edge, pulling hard until Axel became untangled and gave up enough blanket to cover the Gambler effectively.

Demyx rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Why not?”

“Xigbar.”

Luxord’s arm shot up from underneath the covers, nearly hitting Demyx in the eye. He rolled over and pointed at the door.

“Then we need to get him to stop snoring.” He said. Roxas nodded, obviously pleased that at least one of them had caught on so quickly. Axel sat up again, looking rather disappointed now that his cocoon was gone. He rubbed his eyes much as Demyx had done.

“Then can we go back to sleep?”

Roxas grinned. “Yup!”

“Then let’s go.” Axel said, struggling to stand. Demyx crawled off the blanket. Luxord was dragged inside the blanket for a few feet until he figured out that he wasn’t dreaming and they actually were all awake and he actually was being dragged around like a cat in a pillowcase. He managed to extract himself with a little of Demyx’s help. Axel wrapped the blanket around his own shoulders and pushed through the door.

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Xigbar’s room was all the way at the other end of the hall, for reasons unknown to them. Axel kept stumbling on the blanket and Luxord was using Demyx as a walking pillow.

He was a good walking pillow until he up and randomly shouted—or loudly whispered, as even he wasn’t stupid enough to wake a hallway of peaceful high-ranking Nobodies—“Ghost!”

Luxord lost his pillow as Demyx cowered behind him. The bottom of the blanket scorched and burst into flame as Axel somewhat began preparing for battle, still too groggy to actually do anything lethal. The smoldering cloth went unnoticed as the white figure came closer to them.

Suddenly, it stopped. Its head tilted to the side and the top of the white sheet fell off, revealing not a ghost, but a very aggravated-looking Zexion. He stared at them like he was just seeing them for the first time.

“What’re you doing?” Luxord asked as Demyx slowly became unglued from his back. Axel stamped on the bottom of the blanket until it was only slight charred and no longer smoking.

Zexion held up a cloth-pin. “I can’t sleep.”

“What’s that going to do?”

“I’m going to pin his nose shut.”

“…”

“Don’t look at me like that—what’s your idea?”

Luxord began to retort, then looked at Roxas. “What is your idea?”

Roxas shrugged. “I was going to have Axel burn his nose off.”

Zexion held his hand up to his own nose, rubbing it absently. Demyx looked from one to the other.

“We can’t think very well in the middle of the night!” he deducted. The others nodded their agreement. Except for Luxord, who had gone back to resting his chin on Demyx’s shoulder. Roxas shook his head in a don’t ask way when Zexion shot him a quizzical look.

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“He’s still asleep, right?” Demyx whispered, peering around Zexion’s shoulder to watch as the Schemer pinched the cloth-pin open.

“Yes, Demyx. Do you not hear that annoying, nerve-grating, roaring that would make a lion envious?” Zexion asked, exasperated and tired. The musician backed off and went to sit by Axel and Luxord, who were sitting against the wall, curled up in the blanket again. Roxas was standing near the foot of the bed, watching the plan unfold.

“I still say Axel should burn his nose off.”

Zexion glared over his shoulder at him. He had moved to sit on Xigbar’s chest, which only made the snoring louder. “That won’t help anything. The sound comes not from his nose, but from the—”

“Just do it already.” Axel groaned, waving his hand. “Or I’mma set your nose on fire.”

“Are you talking to Roxas or me?”

“Whoever says the next word.”

Luxord, who had been about to add something, wisely clamped his mouth shut.

Zexion hmph’d—that surely didn’t count as a word—and went back to business, carefully lowering the cloth-pin around Xigbar’s nose, so as not to accidentally awaken the Nobody.

However, Zexion would have preferred the man to wake up instead of doing what he did next.

Three seconds before, Zexion had been sitting upright, knees on either side of Xigbar’s neck, left hand pressing against the Freeshooter’s chest while his right carefully tried to stop the snoring.

Three seconds after that, Zexion was pressed flat against Xigbar, rather uncomfortably, as the Nobody suddenly decided to reach up and hug the Schemer in the middle of some dream. Zexion struggled, finally managing to sit upright again after minutes of rather uncomfortable silence, broken only by Demyx and Roxas’ muffled laughter.

Unfortunately, Zexion’s struggling also woke Xigbar up. Needless to say, the Freeshooter was quite astounded to find the Schemer sitting on his chest, in his bed, and a pair of gray boxers.

“The hell are you doing?!” he roared, as much as one can roar when they’re painfully aware of the fact that there are many strong Nobodies in the surrounding rooms. Which isn’t very loud.

Zexion paused, and in one fluid movement tossed the cloth-pin over his shoulder (ignoring the pained “Ow!” from Roxas) and rolled over to get off the Freeshooter. Luckily, Xigbar didn’t take up the whole bed and Zexion was able to stay on with only slight difficulty and clinging to Xigbar on his part.

The Freeshooter, as if noticing something the others hadn’t, grinned.

“Hey, Zexy, if you really wanna sleep with me thatmuch—”

“What!” Zexion nearly tumbled off the bed, but Xigbar grabbed his arm and scooted over, giving the Schemer more than enough room. After a moment of thought, Zexion laid down snuggled down into the bed, warmed by Xigbar’s body heat.

Roxas, who had gone to try and squeeze under the blanket with Axel, Luxord, and Demyx, looked at the Nobody.

“What’re you doing?”

“Solving our problem.” Zexion answered, pretending to stretch and place his arm over Xigbar’s face. Xigbar had already fallen asleep, although how he had managed to so quickly amazed Roxas. Zexion had successfully covered Xigbar’s mouth and nose, and the usual roaring snore was now a peacefully low mumble.

Roxas pushed Demyx off of Axel as he crawled farther under the blanket, nearly curling into the red-head’s lap. Almost as one they fell over in a heap, using each other as a pillow. Quite comfortable, they all, even Roxas, fell asleep.

On the bed, Xigbar’s snore vibrated Zexion’s arm. Somehow, between the warmth of Xigbar and the pleasant rumble going through him, Zexion thought he could get used to this.