In honor of Vexen, 'cause he hardly has anything done for him. One of the least appreciated Organization members, (I think Xaldin is the first, followed by Luxord) don't you think he deserves more? After all, Axel assassinated him, and his fans hardly acknowledge that. (to my knowledge at least) So where am I going with this? This fic is starred by...da da-da DAAA!!! Vexen!!! (crowd cheers) Yay! On with the fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts that is which owned by Square Enix (Squaresoft to you Final Fantasy fans) nor the 'What If...' machine idea. That is Futurama's original idea. Neither the reference to the "Shiny teeth" song created by The Fairly Odd Parents.

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Hmmm... ... ...If I re-wire this quadrant...it should be able to send a current strong enough to fracture the time signal...Hopefully this time it will work, seeing that Number X won't help me... ... ...Finished...

Vexen placed the screwdriver down before letting out a sigh. He stepped back to admire and take in his newest accomplishment. A small white television screen mounted on a silver base with a small retractable white microphone head sticking out of the side. He smiled, stepped behind it and flipped the switch on. The screen that was blank at first is now full of black and white static. He pulled the microphone out of its base and muttered into it, "Testing...testing...", earning the word 'online' flashing on the screen. "Commencing test sequence on Prototype X-26...begin data protocol." he said clearly into the microphone, observing the buzzing screen changing from black and white static to a clear light blue. He stared into the glowing screen, placing his hand on his chin and muttering incoherent strings of words. "Run program V-5," he said into the head of the device again, witnessing the screen turning a blinding white before shifting into a dense, deep red. "Now that can't be right..." he said, trying different program after program, obtaining different results every time. He was so close to figuring out the formula for his creation to work, after all, he just gotten back into mechanics, and didn't want his skills to get rusty. So without ceasing his efforts, he continued, oblivious to another presence in his laboratory.

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"Huh, I didn't know there was a whole different chart of letters...Wonder when Vexen will teach me those letters," Demyx said as he walked around the vast underground lab. Echoes would follow his every step on the hard steel floor as he made his way towards the large cabinets of flasks, test tubes and Bunsen burners, some of which were still hooked up to gas tanks. He leaned forward, reaching for the handle of the gas tank when he noticed a set of potions, more importantly a bright aqua one. "Oooh...that one's pretty..." he said to himself, picking it up but immediately dropping it and letting it crash on the floor. "YEOW! That's cold...oops...uhh... ... ...I guess I should clean that up." Demyx muttered looking around for a broom but nearly slipping on the liquid which was spreading on the floor at an alarming rate. He yelped and jumped onto the counter to avoid the now melting spot of steel tile. "Maybe he won't notice..." he laughed nervously, hopping off on the other side and deciding not to clean it. He spotted another flask of yellow liquid but before he could get it, he noticed Vexen peering over a television. "Since when did Vexen watch TV? I wonder what kind it is!" he smiled and hurried over to the Chilly Academic, slipping again since the concoction was still on his boots. "Hi Vexe-ahhh!" he screamed, crashing into a large bookshelf and knocking nearly half of the literature on him. Vexen looked up from the rainbow screen to see the Melodious Nocturne slamming into the shelf and being quickly buried in the books. He sighed, walked over there and searched through the books until his hands reached cloth. He yanked it up and out of the mound of books came Demyx, rubbing his head and smiling sheepishly.

"H-hiya Vexy! Sorry about the books and floor," he gasped upon seeing Vexen holding him by his hood. He grinned, looking at the mountain of books on the floor and continued, "I'll clean up the books. Promise. Cross my non-existent heart and hope to not die!"

Vexen sighed and dropped him. He straightened up and realized what he said earlier. "Wha-what about my floor?" He looked around and saw the melting steel revealing the singed (yes singed) concrete underneath. He rubbed his temple and sighed, ignoring the temptation of dropping Demyx's body on the acid puddle. "Demyx, what happened over there?" he asked the nobody who was re-shelving the books surprisingly.

"Huh? Oh, Roxas did it-Oh yeah when did'ya get a new TV?" he replied, easily forgetting his task and rushing over to the glowing screen.

Vexen sighed yet again, muttering something that sounded very much like 'Weak minded imbecile', and followed him to the machine. Seeing the spacious look on Demyx's face after staring into the screen for only a few seconds gave Vexen a few more ideas but he choose to put them out of mind. He turned the young nobody around, snapping out of his glazed look. "This, Demyx, isn't just a television. It's my latest mecca project, which I dubbed Gliese X-5257 World Hyperspaced Anatomic Time-based Imaginative Fabrication!" he pronounced proudly, leaving Demyx thoroughly confused.

"Huh? Galessie X-5 something something World hyperwhat-not...what was the rest? You lost me after that A word."

Vexen shook his head, looking down. "Either the previously stated words, or the 'What if' machine. Simply put, this machine, once asked a question, will answer it to the fullest of clarity, gaining current information from any and all known sources through its hyperlink capabilities. It 'sees into the future' if you will, with a 99.9 accuracy percentage. Any question you ask it will indeed receive an answer, lest it be...something totally illegible or not probable. But, it is still a prototype, and I haven't reached its 'ready' screen so I can efficiently test it and you haven't understood a word I just said did you Demyx?"

"... ... ...Cool TV! What channels does it get?" Demyx asked poking the various buttons on the back of the machine.

"Sometimes I wonder how you joined the Organization..." he said, further massaging his temple when he noticed the nobody pressing buttons like crazy. "Wait! Stop!" he yelled, but before he could stop Demyx, the machine returned to the fully white screen and said in a metallic tone, "Testing sequence...activated. Request question."

"Yah! What was that? Oh, I got a channel...but it's all white. You got the contrast cranked to the max, Vexy," the younger nobody replied, looking at the screen. Vexen was puzzled.

How did he get it to initiate the test sequence when I could not... ... ...No matter...at least I can test it now...Vexen thought, once again retrieving the microphone from the base of the machine. He cleared his throat and began to speak into his empty hand, seeing Demyx just stole the microphone.

"Ooooh! A karaoke machine! I didn't know you were into that Vexy! Oh please can I sing first! What kinds of songs do you have loaded on here-nevermind I know all the words to this one! My shiny teeth that twinkle! Just like the stars in space! My shiny teeth that sparkle, adding beauty to my face"-Demyx rambled on but before he could sing Vexen managed to grab the microphone again. "Awww, please Vexy! I promise I won't be too loud. Please?" he asked, trying to get it back but to no avail.

"No, this is NOT a karaoke machine. If you listened, you would have known that this machine is used to answer 'what if' questions, in other words, not a toy." he stated, deciding to test it once he got rid of the nuisance. He sighed when he saw Demyx cling onto his leg, knowing when he got like this there was no hope. "You can hold on all you want, I'm not letting you play with it. It is highly sensitive machinery, and there's no telling what will happen to it after you're finished with it so no." He tried to avoid the uber chibified soulful look Demyx was giving him, and he tried ignoring the whimpering that uttered out of the boy's mouth. "Number VIIII, remove yourself and vacate my laboratory. Now."

Demyx, still holding onto Vexen's leg, let tears roll down his cheeks. "Please? I'll be really careful and listen to your every instruction! Please!!! You never let me do anything!" he whined into the scientist's cloak.

"No, and that is final." Vexen stated in a firm voice. He was pleased for a moment, thinking that he didn't give in to Demyx's little persuasions, but he heard the latter take in a deep breath and immediately turned to him and said, "Okay! Okay! You win." the entire Organization knew that if you were able to refuse Demyx's cries and constant asking, then he will go into full 'siren mode', a mode in which he will state the word 'Please' in the same continuous tone. Nonstop. And if you're strong enough to endure that, (Zexion's the only known nobody to) then he'll increase pitch in intervals. No one really knows how high he can go, because no one could take it. And when you did give in, it was always the same: His face would instantly light up, tears disappear, grinning fully and he'd say, "Yay!"

"So what do I do? Ask it what channel I wanna watch?" Demyx asked, not noticing Vexen slowly counting from one to ten.

"Ask it any question you would like answered, but put it in a form where it begins, 'What if'. Got it"-

"Memorized?" Axel, being the person he is, instantly appeared and finished Vexen's sentence with his own ending. He spotted the glowing screen and Demyx holding the microphone and put two and two together. "New invention huh? But Vexen, someone already made the karaoke machine." he laughed, snatching the microphone from Demyx's hands only to have it pulled back.

"No way! Vexy said I could go first! And it's not a karaoke machine, it's a glowing TV/question answerer/karaoke machine, duh!" Demyx grinned, showing his stupidity. Vexen on the other hand, was tending to the acidic puddle that has allowed itself to spread and devour almost half his counter.

"Tch, okay. Ask it a question, and don't let it be something stupid." Axel said, leaning on the screen and waiting on Demyx to ask his question.

The nobody thought long and hard, and it was between a question about ducks and the Organization. He decided, raised the microphone to his mouth and said without stuttering, "What if I was the Superior of Organization XIII?"

Axel glanced at Demyx with a surprised and Vexen looked over as well, dropping the mop, which was easily disintegrated by the remaining acid. The two both asked the younger at the same time, "What did you just say?!" only to be shushed by him.

"Look! The screen turning colors! Oh no…did I break it?" he asked, dropping the microphone and backing away. Axel took his spot in front of the screen and stared into the swirling colors.

"No you idiot," he said not taking his gaze off the colors, "it's beginning to finally show some TV!"

Vexen carefully disposed of the remaining acid and made his way towards the screen, pushing Axel and Demyx aside. "No, neither of you are right. My machine is beginning to show you what might happen if you were Superior, Demyx." He said, fully absorbed in the screen himself. When it finally came into focus, the three saw a scene very much similar to the meeting room. The only difference is that someone was sitting in the Superior's spot when the actual Superior was kneeling in front of the oversized chair.

(in the world of What If…)

"So have you completed the mission I assigned you Number XIV?" the man in the hood asked the other on the ground.

"Please, Superior sir…I couldn't complete it… … …Please sir…Have mercy…" Xemnas pleaded on his knees. He was covered in numerous gashes and bruises, and his cloak was damn near torn to shreds. He lowered his head in shame and begged for mercy. "Please My Superior…have mercy on my heartless soul…"

The hooded man laughed, making what was supposed to be a sinister laugh, came a high pitched giggle. He hopped down from the seat and landed right in front of Xemnas. The man lifted his hood off, revealing Demyx's face. "And why is it that you couldn't simply destroy the dog nuisance?" he asked, trying to sound more evil. Apparently it worked, seeing Xemnas cower even more.

"P-please My Superior... ... ...After you gave the dog Kingdom Hearts, its power is immeasurable"- he started only to be kicked in the face by the blonde. He fell backwards on his back, letting out a yell of pain.

"Ha ha ha!" he laughed, kicking Xemnas again in a very sensitive place. "You're pitiful, you couldn't even get rid of a simple three-headed guard dog of Hell? You sicken me...Tuxedo Zexy?" he called, and almost immediately a black portal opened revealing Zexion in a full three piece tuxedo and top hat. He sneered, but upon seeing Demyx his expression simply went to the expressionless mode.

"You rang, Demyx the Almighty God of Wisdom, Intelligence, and Smartness?" he asked in the familliar monotone.

Demyx smiled, walking over to Zexion and pulling out a fairly large syringe filled with a clear liquid. "Come now Tuxedo Zexy, I said you don't have to call me that. My boyfriend can just call me Sugarpie Honeybunch! 'Kay?" he said sweetly before jabbing the needle in the nobody's arm. Zexion winced, but the grimace on his face instantly lit up and he was grinning.

"Okay Sugarlump, what do you need me for?" 'Tuxedo Zexy said in the most cheerful voice anyone has ever heard while planting a large kiss on Demyx's cheek. Demyx of course, giggled like a little schoolgirl but seeing Xemnas staring at the two brought back his 'serious' look.

"Tuxedo Zexy? What do you think would be the perfect punishment for Number XIV for not completing his incredibly easy mission?" Demyx said, tickling Zexion under his chin.

"Hmm...I do think he needs a 14-hour time out in the emo corner with Marluxia," he said, smiling even more when he felt the soft movements of his 'Superior's fingers. Xemnas on the other hand was horrified.

"B-but My Superior sir, that's is too cruel! Marluxia threatened to cut me too last time I was in there! Please sir, I beg of you! Lock mein the weight room with Lexaeus sir, let Vexen use me for his experiments, anything but the emo corner!" He was on his knees crying on the hem of Demyx's cloak, pleading him. Demyx just kicked him off.

"Of course, this is perfect! Besides, thanks to them fooling around, Larxene's pregnant and Vexen has full responsibility to take care of her. And Lexaeus can clean the weights himself, he doesn't need incom...incopeet...incopassion..."he looked up trying to pronounce the word when Tuxedo Zexy said it for him. "Ah yes, imcompetence. Thanks sweetie! Yes, you are incompetent! So emo corner for 14 hours it is! And that's final Number XIV! Get out of my sight!" he said turning on his heels and nearly tripping over his feet. He straightened back up and snapped his fingers, summoning two Dancer nobodies. "Take him away."

"No sir! Don't send me there! I'll do anything! Noooooo!!!" Xemnas screamed all the while he was being dragged to the dark, dank evil corner where Marluxia sat, apparently having died his hair black, has nothing but black on and his skin is covered in red deep scars. His mascara covered eyes looked up towards the screaming Xemnas and he he said quite clearly, "Come play with me Xemnas...I promise I won't cry as much..." This only made the silver haired one not want to go even more, which amde Marluxia feel unwanted and caused him to go into a desprate crying fit, yelling 'Nobody wants me' and hastily slicing his leg with a razor.

"Now that that is taken care of, let's see if we can find us some new shoes to match our summer outfits!" Demyx squealed gleefully taking Tuxedo Zexy's hand and skipping out of the room.

"Oh, you mean the outfit we're going to wear to the Summer Paegant? Ooooh, I can't wait!" Zexion exclaimed, skipping as well, "I've been practicing the lines to the song you told me to sing, and I think I got my voice just right!"

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Vexen, Axel and Demyx stared at the screen, which turned back to a bright white. 'Request question'.

Axel broke the silence.

"Damn Demyx! I didn't know you were that evil!" he yelled, slapping Demyx on the back. He laughed and walked over to Vexen, slinging his arm around his shoulder. "Say Vexy, how accurate is this thing anyway? Would that really happen?"

Vexen still stared into the screen but having an arm fly onto his shoulder snapped him out of it. "Uhh...it's 99.9 accurate, but then again it is a 'What If' machine. This won't neccessarily happen, but it is highly likely. Demyx?" he asked, looking over to the other blonde. Demyx was still glued to the screen, even when he talked, which was in a shaky voice, as if he was going to cry.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I...did that? But-but-but-...I'm not...bad... ... ...am I? Guys... ... ...Am I...really t-t-t-t-that bad?"

"Hmm..." the Chilly Academic thought, grabbing the microphone and stating clearly into it, 'Sleep mode', "That depends on you, Demyx. But I think it is ready to present to the Superior." and as soon as he said 'Superior', Demyx clinged onto his leg and repedetely cried, "Don't tell him!", nearly knocking Vexen into Axel.

"Demyx, calm down. I don't think this thing records, does it?" Axel asked Vexen, moving to the other side of the table.

Vexen managed to pull free of Demyx and sighed, "No, it doesn't. So nothing to worry about. Now, follow me into the main hall." he stated, replacing the microphone in the base and opening a portal.

Hmph, if the Superior does see it, poor Demyx wil have a lot of explaning to do...I wonder if everyone would like a DVD copy or VHS...Vexen thought to himself, hiding his smile as he, Axel and Demyx walked into the portal.

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(looks at fic) I honestly think this is THE longest chapter I have ever wrote. Yeah, chapters. Hopefully the next one will be shorter. Anyway, sorry to you Marly fans, I couldn't think of anything else. And again, sorry for the long ass intro, I couldn't establish it any other way. Okay, reviews are welcome and I am taking suggestions on what members will ask what. Any and all ideas accepted! Thanks!