Organization IV

I'll admit, I've seen some pretty strange things in my life. Max crying against the library doors however, was not one of them.
"Max, you alright?" She looked up. Her eyes were red. She must've been here a while.
"Does it look like I am?"
"Come on, lets go have some rum in the library. You can tell me what's brought you to the point of tears then." Upon opening the door however, what we saw was shocking.
Books scattered, cabinets opened and their contents strewn around the room, computer trashed on the floor (no complaint there), I vain popped out in my forehead.
"WHAT. THE. HELL?!?!?!" Max cringed, I suppose she was remembering the last time I screamed that loud. Then something hit me. Someone was looking for something, I knew exactly what it was.
Xemnas's diary. Nexan had given it to me to watch, told me to keep it safe, locked away somewhere. Seems like I was doing a pretty crappy job so far. Good thing I knew exactly who was in here.
Mickey, or Braxyd, one of them. They left today, and I had a feeling they had something to do with Max crying.
My hands unconsciously clenched in fists, I stomped over to my desk. It's drawers were opened, searched through, hopefully not completely. Reaching on my neck and grabbing the small key I keep there, I pull the necklace off.
Bending down and looking under the drawer, I see the bottom hadn't been disturbed. That was a good sign, the first today.
Unlocking it, I discovered the item of value, the diary.
"Don't worry, they didn't get what they were looking for. Still Pi***s me off that they thought they could get it. They should know, if they would have gotten it, well, lets say I had some nasty traps laid."
"Who are we talking about again?"
"Mickey and Brax. They obviously did this. Brax and you were the only ones who knew Nexan gave it to me. Why don't you go down to the kitchen and get us some sea salt ice cream while I get some of this cleaned up. Then we'll talk. Okay?"
"Sure," she stood there, "you sure it was them? Brax wouldn't leave without something he wanted this badly."
"He would if he knew you were out of the prison and wants to get us hearts. Things and people are changing Max. Fast." I turned my back to her and turned one of the chairs right side up. This would take a while. When I turned back around she was gone. Sighing I continued to clean up.
About 20 minutes later she returned, glasses and ice cream in hand. I had gotten a surprising amount of work done. All the books that were off the shelves were in a pile in the middle of the room, unfortunately, the computer was trashed (sorry? yeah right).
"Now you want to tell me what's wrong?" I asked her pouring us each a glass of rum and grabbing a bowl of ice cream as I sank into the comfy chairs cushion.
"Brax... said some things. They weren't the nicest, and they made my cry. Its my fault, me and him, haven't exactly been getting along since.. you know." I did. But now he was just taking matters to the extreme. And I was mad. He couldn't just, tell Max not to do anything, hurt her feelings then leave. That wasn't right. But, Max was already in the middle of enough things for me to tell her how I actually felt. That might push her over the edge.
"What he's doing may not be right, but he's doing what he thinks is best for everyone." I was going to need a lot more rum if I was going to survive this, judging by the look Max was giving me.
"Are you making excuses for him?"
"Yeah, a little bit." We looked at each other and the look on each other's faces made us burst out laughing. It was nice, something we hadn't done in a while. Laugh. It's funny how one without a heart can still do that isn't it? Maybe we aren't as heartless as we all think.