By Chaxra-san
A/N: Thanks to a conversation with Rin-chan. XD This is short, and stupid, but I still find it entertaining. R&R
Disclaimer: …Don't own characters... -shot-
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Zexion sat in the kitchen, eating sushi, which he'd found in the Land Of Dragons. He was using chopsticks. And he was using them well.
Vaguely he remembered using them to throw things across the room at Braig when he was his Somebody, Ienzo. A brief smile graced his lips. Those were the days.
He was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a sitar-player. Zexion stared at Demyx for a moment, then went back to eating his food. Naturally curious as he was, Demyx determined that he had to find out what his superior was doing.
"Zexion, Zexion, Zexion, HI! What're you doin'?" he asked cheerfully, bouncing around the room like a chipmunk on crack.
"…Eating," was the nearly inaudible reply.
"I know that, what are you eating, huh?"
"…Sushi."
"Oooooh. That sounds foreign."
"It is."
"Oooooh."
"Are you done yet?" questioned Zexion, getting annoyed by the younger Nobody's inability to stay in one place for more than a minute.
Demyx nodded several times, then grabbed the chopsticks out of Zexion's hands. He turned around and stared intently at them, ignoring the disgruntled noise that had come from the slate-haired man behind him.
Whoa… what are these thingys?! They're so WEIRD! thought Demyx, tossing the chopsticks from one hand to the other. Zexion cleared his throat.
"Hmm? Oh, hi Zexion!" said Demyx, spinning around and grinning insanely.
He… forgot I was here?! Thought the other Nobody incredulously. Oh well, he's an idiot, so it shouldn't be that alarming…
"Yo, Zexy," said a red-head –literally- pyro, who had just teleported into the room.
He reached down and plucked the chopsticks out of Demyx's grasp.
"Nooo!" cried Demyx, flailing at Axel while trying to get the items back.
Axel ignored him, holding them above his head.
"Number VIII, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" sighed Zexion.
"A million," grinned the pyro.
Zexion rolled his eyes and pushed Demyx onto a chair.
"Sit still and shut up," he ordered.
"Mmmmmmm sure, Zexy!"
Axel looked at the pair at the table, then at the sushi. He rubbed his chin with his free hand.
"Okay!" he said triumphantly, the other two not knowing what the hell he was talking about.
The red-head picked up the sushi and ran out the door.
"What the hell was that about?!" yelled Zexion, standing up and glaring out into the hallway.
Demyx smiled weirdly and said, "He said something before about revenge on Larxene!"
Zexion's attention switched to the sitar-player immediately.
"What?!"
On the other side of the castle, something exploded.
Zexion sat down with a thump and banged his head against the table.
"Zexy, are you okay?"
"…How did he blow something up with sushi, of all things?"
"Best not to ask, love. Best not to ask," stated Luxord, wandering past in the outside hall.
"Stupid chopsticks…" muttered the Schemer.
"Oh, so that's what they were?" asked Demyx brightly.
"YES, you idiot!"
"I've got some of those!"
"…Are you being serious?"
"Yup!"
"…You really are an idiot."
Sometimes Zexion wondered why he even bothered.
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