Ch. 1
"You want us to WHAT?"
"Dance."
Xemnas stared as Roxas in shock and horror. He and the rest of the first six Organization members had just lost a bet and were now dared to perform a dance for the neophytes. Damn Lexaeus for throwing up the milk a minute too soon. Damn him to the Nonexistent Tenth Ring of Hell.
"You will be given ballet lessons by Saïx and jazz lessons by Luxord," Roxas explained, grinning the whole timw. Xemnas pinched the bridge of his nose in aggravation, listening to Xigbar, Xaldin, and Vexen cry real tears of shame, while Lexaeus and Zexion sat it annoyed silence.
"When do the lessons start?" Xigbar choked out.
"Right now," Roxas replied.
"I was afraid of that."