"WHAT?"

It was a Sunday in the Castle That Never Was, and the collective shout of outrage from the assembled Nobodies had rocked the Round Room.

Demyx waited for the anger to die down, before continuing. He was smiling in a very idiotic way—as was usual.

"Yep! Christmas! We have got to have one this year!" he said.

Xemnas was staring at his insubordinate in shock. Xigbar fixed him with a frozen look of surprise. The others...just glared at him.

"Demyx, we cannot just randomly go out and have a Christmas. We don't do Christmas here." Xemnas said, getting over himself enough to speak.

"Yes we can! Come on, Xemmy! Let's have a Christmas! It'll be fun—Trees, presents, candy, Santa Claus, mistletoe, Santa Claus, cookies, Santa Claus. Oh, did I mention Santa Claus? Let's have a Christmas!" Demyx was so excited he was babbling.

"That sounds disgusting, IX!" Vexen exclaimed, "Humans may celebrate that idiotic holiday but not us."

"Awww why not?" Demyx whined.

"Dem, we can't have a Christmas because..." Xigbar trailed off. Demyx was starting to tear up.

Xemnas sighed. If Demyx started crying now, no one would hear the end of it for months.

"Fine, Demyx. We'll have a stupid Christmas this year." he said, relenting.

"YEAAAAAAAY!" Demyx's shout of joy could be heard all the way up to the Altar of Naught.

"On one condition!" Xemnas yelled.

Demyx looked at him mid-scream.

"You shut up about it until late November of next year." Xemnas said.

"Deal!" Demyx said happily.

"I cannot believe this. Superior, are you insane?" Saix asked.

"I'm not buying Vex a gift, if that's what you want." Axel said. He and Vexen hated each other.

"I'm not buying you one, either, VIII." Vexen snarled.

"I love Christmas time! Drinks all around!" Luxord cheered, "Get the rum! Get the beer! Get the—"

"SHUT UP!" Larxene screamed, "GOOD GOD MAKE HIM SHUT UP!"

"Um...how do you do this Christmas thing?" Roxas asked.

The Organization turned to look at him.

"What?" the blonde teen asked defensively.

"Oh yeah. You don't remember anything about Christmas, do you, Rox?" Axel asked him.

"No. I don't even know what Christmas is, to be honest. It kinda sounds like an illness." Roxas admitted.

Vexen actually burst out laughing.

"Christmas isn't an illness, Roxy!" Demyx said, "Christmas is the best time of the year! We give presents to each other, drink hot cocoa, sing carols, hang decorations, kiss under the mistletoe..."

Roxas recoiled at this last statement.

"WHAT? NO WAY, MAN! NOT GOING DOWN THAT ROAD AGAIN!" he screamed.

Demyx blushed as the Organization burst into laughter. All except Axel. He stared at Roxas in a hurt way.

"Roxy-chan, you've been cheating on me?" he asked.

"N-No, Ax! No! I swear!" Roxas cried.

"...seriously, who let them into this Organization?" Zexion asked, staring at the dramatic soap opera going on before him.

"Zexy, shut up. We all heard you and Xaldin the other—" Xaldin had shot a lance at Roxas, and it dug itself deep into his chair, just an inch above his head. He remained stunned as two little pieces of hair fluttered down to rest on his shoulders.

"..That was my hair." he whimpered.

Xemnas brought the meeting back to the main issue. This retarded Christmas thing.

"We'll have a Christmas this year. Marluxia, grow a tree. Xigbar, Roxas, and Zexion go get some decorations. Axel, Lexaeus, and Xaldin, go fix up the old fireplace. Vexen, make it snow, Larxene you'll start up the lights when they get here. Demyx, go do whatever it is you do. Presents or something, hang the mistletoe (but make it scarce!). And Saix...god I don't know, help out. I need some aspirin." he said.

The Organization set about to do their allotted tasks. Xemnas watched them all disappear before sighing.

"What kind of Hell did I just assign myself to?"