Demyx sat eating a sandwich at the Organization's table with Luxord across from him. Luxord had a cross expression, looking as though he was thinking hard on something.
"What's bothering you?" Demyx asked with a mouthful of food.
Luxord sighed. "Since when are you better than me?"
Demyx placed his sandwich on the plate in front of him and swallowed. "What are you talking about?"
"Why do you have a higher rank than I?"
The blonde thought about this. "Well… I'm cuter than you are. Xemnas took favor over me, and that's-"
"Not it. I can bet you on that one."
Demyx liked being wrong with Luxord. It was amusing to see how much he could lose in one day. After all, when he needed it, Luxord would always give it back.
"Wanna bet then? I bet you a kiss if you lose and you?"
"I bet your sitar."
"Hey! That's not fair!"
"Than don't bet. Simple as that. Just tell me why you are Number IX and I am Number X."
"Fine, it's a bet. Let's go find Xemnas."
The two walked away from the table, and Demyx grabbed his sandwich to take with him for the journey to their leader.
They finally reached Xemnas' throne room and knocked on the door. "Xemnas," Demyx called while taking another bite.
Luxord rolled his eyes. "Superior, we have a question."
"Come in," a voice said.
The two members entered and approached the throne. "Hey, Xemnas," Demyx said in-between chews, "why am I ranking higher than Luxord?"
Xemnas eyed the two blondes and rolled his eyes. "Because-"
"I'm cuter, right?"
Luxord sighed, about to protest, when Xemnas beat him to it. "Yes, yes, if you want it to be that, then yes. Now leave my sight."
Content, Demyx turned to Luxord. "You owe me that kiss."