It was a normal non-existent day in the Organization. By that, I mean Axel had already set the castle on fire, and Demyx had put it out.
Now it was evening, and some of the Organization was watching 'Friday Night with Jonathan Ross.'
"Remind me why we are watching this?" Zexion asked, staring at the back of Axel's head.
"I want to see the house band!" Demyx yelled from the floor.
"Yeah, and everything else on is crap!" Roxas yelled from the sofa, causing Saïx, who was asleep on the other side of the sofa, to twitch slightly.
"We are watching Jonathan Ross, and you're talking to me about crap?" Zexion sighed, wriggling about in the arm chair. "I have a feeling I'm stuck here."
"Who's stuck where?" Luxord walked into the room, with a tube of Pringles.
"I think I'm stuck in this blasted chair." Zexion wiggled about a bit more. "Damm."
"How stuck are you on a tail of one to ten?"
"Fifty-six." Zexion gave up trying to get out. "Are those Pringles?"
"Only people NOT stuck in chairs get any." Luxord opened the tube, and threw some around the room.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a git?" Zexion inquired, as every nobody that was awake dived for Pringles.
"Several times. There was that time when I swore in the kids playground, one of the mothers called me a git, Marly, Sora, Riku, Roxas, Larxene, Gary Russell, Elvis Presley, that lady down the Corner Shop That Never Was called me a git once…" Luxord paused, as if trying to remember someone. "Sir Alan Sugar… And you." He finished, with a nod.
"You remember everyone who ever called you a git?" Demyx raised an eyebrow, while spraying Pringles from his mouth.
"Ew. Demyx, that is gross." Roxas sighed. "And of course Luxord remembers, because he has no life."
"Do you want a repeat of the time I turned Axel into a three year old?"
"Nope." Roxas shook his head. "I am never changing another dirty nappy again."
"Agreed." Demyx nodded. "That was… disturbing to say the least."
"Yea." Zexion nodded. "Although how you nearly managed to drop him out of a window is something I'll never understand."
"Look, we'd had a little to drink, and we decided to play aeroplanes..."
"And after Axel managed to set my hair on fire." Roxas winced at the memory.
"It was an accident!" Axel yelled. "I said I'm sorry!"
"Shush!" Roxas hissed, nodding towards the sleeping berserker.
"He's got to wake up eventually!" Axel sighed, shaking his head.
"Yeah, but still." Roxas shrugged. "Do you want another 'Claymore' incident?" Axel shook his head fiercely.
"No. I still have the scars from the last one."
"The last what?" Marluxia walked into the room, and fell over Demyx.
"OW!"
"The last Claymore incident." Axel explained, still staring at the screen.
"Oh yeah. THAT. I still don't understand how you didn't die."
"He survived setting his pants on fire. He can survive having a claymore shoved up his—"
"Shut up Luxord. And I never meant to set my pants on fire."
"I never heard about that." Roxas frowned, staring confused at the back of Demyx's head.
"Yeah, well it was before your time. It was Larxene's first meeting."
"Yes. And that was one of the most disturbing and hysterical sights I have ever seen." Marluxia shuddered. "Oh Pringles!"
"Do we have any chocolate?" Demyx asked. "I am in serious need of sugar."
"There's a half eaten Easter Egg down the back of the sofa."
"…Pass." Demyx waved a hand about. "Rather eat your cooking."
"Jeez, thanks." Axel stuck his tongue out at Demyx. Zexion rolled his eyes.
"Let's play Truth or Dare!" Roxas yelled, causing the berserker to twitch.
"Meh. Got to be better than watching this." Zexion pointed at the T.V. Screen. There was a general mummer of agreement.
"O.K., I'll start!" Roxas grinned. "Axel, Truth or Dare."
"Dare."
"Eat that old Easter Egg behind the Sofa."
"EW!!" Everyone yelled, causing the berserker to twitch again.
"Okay, I'll do it." And he did. "Not that bad. The mould adds an extra degree of flavour."
"You're kidding."
"No, I might wait until all my Easter Eggs go mouldy before eating them. Demyx, Truth or Dare?"
"Uh… Truth."
"Chicken. What would you rather do, kiss Sora or kiss Xemnas?"
"YUCK!!" Demyx looked as if he was about to throw up. "Guh… Sora. Kissing Xemnas would mentally scar me for non-existence."
"I agree with you there." Roxas nodded.
"Zexion, Truth or Dare?"
"Since I can't move, truth."
"Hm… What music do you listen to?"
"Trust you to ask something like that." Zexion rolled his eyes, while attempting to remove his shoe. "J-Pop and Indie."
"Weird choice."
"Whatever." Zexion pulled of his shoe, and threw it at Saïx. "Wake up!"
"Juh?" Saïx sleepily raised his head. "What'd'ya want?"
"Truth or Dare?"
"… You woke me up for that?"
"Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"Run around the Garden that Never Was naked."
"How naked?"
"Totally."
"Fine." Saïx walked out of the room.
"Demyx, you're closet to the window. Is he doing it?"
"Why do I have to look?"
"I just said why!"
"Nope. Not doing it."
"CERBURUS!!" Axel yelled at the top of his voice.
"YAH!!" Demyx shoved his head out of the window. "Ur, yeah he is, and I have now lost every single part of childhood innocence I had."
"Sweet. Now, Roxas, go downstairs and lock the door." Axel commanded. Everyone laughed, and then realised something.
"Where's Roxas?" Luxord asked. There was a silence.
"You don't think Roxas took what you said literally, do you?" Marluxia asked. There was a pause. Then everyone shook their heads.
"Nah. He's not THAT stupid." Roxas ran in the door.
"I did it!"
"Great for you!" Demyx smiled, and everyone turned back to the T.V., for a good half an hour.
"Uh. Roxas. What did you do?" Zexion asked, as Jonathan Ross introduced the next interviewee.
"I locked Saïx out, like Axel told me to!" All of the nobodies faces went deadly pale.
"You do realise I was being sarcastic?"
"Sar- whatsit?"
"Oh. Damm." The door was busted in.
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