Xaldin had been in the kitchen one morning, no different from just about every other morning, making breakfast when it happened. A loud squawk of indination resounded through the entire castle, the sound originating from the dining room across the hall. Xaldin decided that he should probably take a look at what was going on, and so turned the stove off before heading over. Inside, he found a very aggrivated Xigbar with a news paper in his hands.

"Is something the matter?"

"Look at this. Just look! People are dumb fucks!," Xigbar growled as he threw the paper to his friend. Xaldin scanned the front page and blinked.

".. So?"

"'So?' SO? I'll tell you 'so'! Who the hell goes around saying things like that? You can't just up and do that! 'Yeah, hi, I'm the ruler of such-'n-such world and I say that all these kiddie shows are bad, so we're getting rid of them!' That would go over real well. I mean, what the fuck's wrong with people??," Xigbar ranted, breathing like a winded bull.

"Xigbar. I think you're over reacting. You know people won't allow something like that to happen. And what does it matter to you anyway?," Xaldin questioned of the sharpshooter.

"Demyx and the rest of those brats watch those shows on that list there. YOU do the math."

Xaldin thought about it for a moment before it clicked. His eyes widened. "We're fucked, Xigbar. Cartoons are vital to their non-existance." He glanced at the list again, then to Xigbar. "Royally fucked if this happens."

Number Two nodded somberly before sitting back down.

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Meanwhile, outside the room, Demyx, Axel, Roxas, and Marluxia were snickering softly at their superiors' turmoil. Turned out that Marluxia was rather talented when it came to the art of forgery, and with Axel's help, a plan had been formed to make the older members sweat for a while.

They snuck away, and once they were sure they wouldn't be over-heard, they laughed. After a few minutes of choked laughter, Demyx managed to breathe enough to talk. "We're gonna be in deep shit when they figure out that that isn't the real paper.."

"Who cares? The look on their faces was well worth it," Axel gasped out.

They all nodded in agreement, but their merriment was cut short by a rather foul aura and a deep, angry voice.

"Tell me, do any of you shits know what time it is?"

Demyx was the first to turn, and he made a small wimpering sound in the back of his throat. Not five yards away from their little group stood a VERY pissed off (and disheveled) berserker, claymore out and ready to bludgeon subordinate heads in.

"Anyone else see bad karma rearing it's ugly head?," came Axel's small voice.

"Run," was the only reply he received from a very shell-shocked Roxas, and no one had to be told twice.

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Kukuku..

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