Inspired by a rant and comment found on LiveJournal.

Whispers constantly floated about the halls of Castle Oblivion, nothing more than gossip, and hardly any of it true. However, one could never really tell; normally, it depended on who started the thread of lies that slinked about the corridors. If said starter was, as it often turned out, Larxene, it was almost a sure-thing that it was a lie.

Inversely, if the thread in question was about Larxene...well, that was a different story.

As it were, this grapevine had been started by Demyx, hardly decent stock for the truth, but there was always a chance. And somehow, the sheer lunacy of the idea made it easier to believe right of the bat. Indeed, it was generally accepted by all but a few in the ranks, and each had their own way of accepting the idea.

As for the original six, those more intent on the idea of a heart than anyone: Xemnas had simply closed his eyes and lowered his head where he sat, lifting his fingers to gingerly massage his sinuses; Xigbar had frozen in place for a moment, a look of incredulity on his features, before he broke in a grin and told Demyx to stop fucking with him; Xaldin stared at the musician, his eyes narrowing a bit as a tick developed in his jaw; Vexen seemed strangely excited at the prospect, and scurried about his workshop in a storm of scientific mumblings and flying notepads; Lexaeus and Zexion did not buy it for one second, and they still do not, thank you very much.

In the case of the remaining four Nobodies, Saix watched stoicly as Axel and Luxord placed bets on the outcome of it all, each vehemently sure of his own success. And Marluxia...well...

He marched swiftly down the hall to her room, opening the door and entering; she didn't even look up from her book as she placed a foot on the ottoman and pushed it toward him.

"Now what can I do for you?" Her voice was sickly sweet, and Marluxia knew instantly that she knew very well why he was there.

Eleven crossed his legs calmly, leaning back on his hands. "Interesting story being told around The Land That Never Was."

Larxene turned a page. "Is there?" she replied, a ghost of a smirk forming on her lips. "Well, you know better than to let their taunts get to you, Marluxia; your hair is perfectly charming as it is."

A dry chuckle, though he was somewhat less than amused. "Oh, no, my dear; this one is about you."

The blonde flicked through the rest of her book, frowning as she reached the last page before she tossed it over her shoulder and propped her cheek on her fist. "A story about me? Strange, I thought they were smarter than that."

Marluxia leaned forward a bit, his elbows on his knees, he laced his fingers together, looking over the steeple they made as he spoke. "It appears that some of the higher ups believe there will, in short order, be a new addition in Castle Oblivion." He paused, tilting his head a bit, scrutinizing the smirk that was forming on the other's face. "Would our superiors be correct in this assumption?"

"Come now, Marluxia; you can't honestly believe Demyx would be able to make something like up on his own." A taunting laugh escaped her throat, and she smiled like a knife. "And you know of all people would know that I don't have it in me to make a baby."