Xemnas, as the leader of Organization XIII, had had his fair share of odd days. However, none of them had ever involved a strange black-haired man sitting on his throne, sipping tequila with his feet resting on an ottoman Xemnas was certain had never been in the castle. The base of the throne was littered with shards from broken wine glasses.

The stranger stared down at him, his expression unreadable. Xemnas stared back, unsure of what to do in this situation. Then the man spoke.

"Fetch me steak, trash."

Xanxus was in a lousy mood. He'd awoken to find himself somehow fully dressed in his uniform, not in his bedroom, not with his alcohol, and certainly not with his steak. He hadn't had steak for nearly ten hours. This was due to him tossing wine glasses at Squalo's head, body and everywhere else until the shark finally agreed (very loudly) to get him steak at three in the morning, which he had only done because he was sick of reeking of alcohol and picking glass shards out of his hair.

Xanxus had been stuck in this strange round room for hours. Eventually he'd been bored enough to use his guns to propel himself up to inspect each of the thrones, finding a wine glass in each and a bottle of tequila in the highest one. Still no steak. The all-white interior made him feel like he had somehow ended up in hospital, or at least in Squalo's hair. He missed his throne. And his steak.

He now stared down at the silver-haired man. This throne wasn't too bad at all. It would do until he got back to Varia headquarters. He lazily aimed his gun in the man's general direction, not bothering to shift from his newly-acquired seat.

"Why do I always get the useless trash?" He muttered. "Get me filleted beef now, scum." The leather-clad man gave him a blank stare.

"I believe this is my castle, and I have the right to know who you are and why you are occupying my throne," he said calmly.

"You'll have to speak up, trash," Xanxus called from his lofty perch. "I can't hear you."

That was when the pillar the throne was resting on suddenly crumbled and collapsed, taking Xanxus down with it.

Xemnas now had a clearer view of the stranger climbing out of the wreckage. He somehow managed to look dignified even though the marble dust had settled in his previously-black hair and aged him about thirty years.

"As I asked before," he said almost pleasantly, "who are you and what are you doing in my castle? Are you from another world?"

"I'm from a world where they actually have steak," Xanxus scowled. "Scum," he added for good measure.

"Is that so..." Xemnas peered closer. "Anus."

"What?"

"That's what it says on your nametag," Xemnas raised his hands defensively. 'Anus' stared down at the shiny bronze nametag on his lapel. He could have sworn that hadn't been there a minute ago. He noticed that the other had one too.

"Mansex, hm? The peacock trash will like you." Now it was Xemnas' turn to examine his new nametag.

"What an intriguing development," he mused. "Now we must decide how to send you back to your own world. I cannot afford to keep you here while you continue to destroy my furniture, drink my wine and eat my steak." Unfortunately, Xanxus only caught one part of that.

"You have steak? Fucking trash, why didn't you say so before?" He growled.

"Not at the moment," Xemnas lied smoothly. "Steak will take a trip to the village, which is several days journey, and by the time you return it will have been quite spoilt and unfit for consumption." Xanxus twitched, already in the beginning stages of withdrawal.

"You must tell me more of your world," Xemnas continued. "The more data I can collect, the sooner you can return to easily-accessible steak."

"So I'm in another world?" Xanxus mused. He had started to believe this was all an elaborate prank on the part of the frog brat. He certainly wouldn't put it past him.

"While we converse, allow me take you on a tour of the castle." The pantry, to be exact. Xemnas didn't want to be there when Xanxus finally succumbed to steak-deprived wrath.

The two leaders-in-leather made to leave Where Nothing Gathers... only to find that there was no exit.

"How odd," Xemnas mused. "I've never been unable to open a corridor of darkness before."

"Steak. Now. Trash." Xanxus tried to shoot through the walls, floors, and Xemnas. Unfortunately his cravings seemed to be affecting his aim.

"It would seem as though we are stuck here for the time being," Xemnas stated calmly. Xanxus suddenly got a horrible feeling in his gut. A sense that someone was controlling every aspect of the situation around him. He'd felt this before, albeit briefly. He supposed Xemnas had never experienced it before, since he was still mulling over their current predicament.

"Look out 4 da next chappie, which will b abt Xiggy and - oops, cant gif away teh surprise!11!1!11! lolol"

Xemnas looked up, alert. "What was that?"

Xanxus' worst suspicions had been confirmed. They were doomed.