Zexion was royally pissed off. Even Lexaeus could tell, and he was thicker than an encyclopaedia dramatica.
As Zexion paced around the table, he began to speak.
"I have called this little emergency meeting to cover a few...issues."
"Why, emo-dude?"
He glared at Xigbar. He was in no mood to be called an emo too. Did Zexion cut himself? No. Or write shitty poems....
"Because...
He thrust up a piece of A4 paper.
"Of THIS!!!"
Xemnas raised his hand, along with his eyebrow.
"What, may I ask, is this?"
"Superior, it is propaganda against me."
"What? Pass it to me..."
Zexion leaned over the table, eager for the superior to see this...outrage. Xemnas took it, and began to read aloud.
" Zexion ran his hands down Demyx's smooth supple hips, and pulled him closer, into a warm embrace. As they pulled apart, Zexion said,
'You make me feel like I have a heart, I lov-HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"
"See, Superior?"
It should be noted at this point that Xemnas had tears of laughter running down his cheeks, as did the rest of the Organisation. That is, apart from Demyx, who managed to get even smaller in his seat.
"Ha ha ah...Zexion, it's just fangirls. Ha ah..."
Zexion was furious. He hadn't expected this. He was going to find that fangirl and gut her!!!
Moral of the story?
Never write Zemyx!
(Seriously. Zexion'll gut you.)