"You're looking exceptionally arrogant today, Marluxia," commented Axel with a grin as the pink-haired Nobody entered the Grey Room. Demyx snickered behind his hand as Marluxia did a small hair-flip in response to Axel's words. "Did something go according to plan?"
Larxene glared daggers at Axel, and was about to throw them in defense for Marluxia, when he stayed her hand with a gentle touch, and walked over to sit on the couch opposite the two.
"Good morning to you as well," he said in his soft, yet commanding, voice. Demyx grinned.
"You dodged the question, Marly. Why're you so happy? It's unnatural." The Graceful Assassin shrugged and folded his hands behind his head.
"On Earth, today is November 11th, in the year 2011. If you abbreviate that, it's 11/11/11. My rank," he said smugly, "My day, my month, and my year."
Demyx and Axel looked at each other.
"So?"
"So..." drew out Marluxia with a cruel laugh, "Many fans of mine will be uploading hundreds of stories about moi on this day, making me the most popular member here for quite some time."
"No one'd do that! That'd give us an unnecessary excess of Marluxia!" The Graceful Assassin smirked.
"There's no such thing." VIII and IX looked at each other for a full second, before dashing off to the computer room to check the truth of Marluxia's words.
The pink-haired Nobody and his blonde sidekick laughed at the two others for a moment before Zexion, from across the room, sighed and shook his head.
"It'll be worse in two years," he foretold with a grim mouth. Larxene tilted her head in question.
"Why?"
"Because since there is no 13/13/13, fans will go to the next best thing, either August of 2013, or every eighth day of the month, to upload plenty of internet-clogging gay fanfiction for AkuRoku."
Roxas, who had been receiving his mission from Saïx, heard the last part and froze.
"What?"
He fainted.