"I don't think it's a good idea, (Y/N). Why would you want to do that to the Superior?" You put a finger to his lips, smiling.
"Because, Demmy, I wanna see what Xemnas would do if he had a zit," the Melodious Nocturne let out a sigh of confusion
"But are you sure dumping a bucket of grease on him won't get you killed?"
"I can run."
"B-but-"
"I'm glad your worried about me, Demyx," You giggled. "But don't worry I have everything planned out." The blonde haired nobody sighed. He gave up. You were going to dump grease on Xemnas and your going to get yourself killed. Although he was worried for your well-being, you had been playing pranks for years and Xemnas was like any other victim to you. He probably wouldn't figure out it was you either, maybe he would even blame it on Axel...
Xemnas was resting in his room, reading the reports on the key blade master and his subordinates. He always read the mission reports Xigbar and Zexion wrote, to see any weaknesses so that he can have Kingdom hearts for himself. A clanging sound outside the door, caused Xemnas to glare at his door. Who could possibly make so much noise...?
"Y/N," he muttered, dropping the reports onto his desk and gliding over to the door. Swinging it open, he glared around only to see the white walls and nothing more. Well, until a few seconds later when a bucket came crashing down onto his head. "Ugh! Disgusting!" Xemnas threw the bucket at the wall in anger, before rubbing his face. "Grease...? My complexion will be ruined!" And with that said he ran off towards the bathroom in the West wing of the organization. He slammed open the door, running to the sinks and grabbing the soap the sat on the edge.
He scrubbed his face, making sure to get under his nose and between his eyes. He frowned, realizing the soap felt... different. It also had a peculiar smell to it...
"WHO PUT BACON IN THE SOAP!?"