`It started out as a simple game amongst nobodies. Until Demyx came. Then the real fun began.

Namine found herself in the middle of a rather disturbing situation. Amongst the older men of the organization, in a room. Alone. Just her and them. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as her gaze traveled to Xaldin, Xigbar, and then Luxord.

"Well chickie," Xigbar began. "Lets see whatcha' got."

Their was a long silence until the artist finally just decided to lay down the cards. Literally.

"Read 'em and weep boys." she cackled as she slammed down a pair of 9's.

Their mouths dropped in shock. What. The. Heartless? Namine laughed, scooping up the munny that was distributed on the plain white table.

"Ch-cheater!" Luxord managed to yell out.

"Ya' got no proof sweet heart." she replied, pinching the brits cheek.

At this point, Xaldin stood up angrily. He gave Namine an evil glare that was returned immediately by Namine.

"Witch." he snarled.

"Oh, go see a barber you gangster reject."

"Oh, SNAP!" Xigbar laughed, but he quickly stopped after a death gaze from the "gangster reject".

Luxord stood up with number 3, also in rage.

"You sniveling little rat! Ignorant greedy creep! You're Maleficent herself! For all I care you can go to-"

"HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOO!" screeched the Melodious Nocturne as he pranced into the room.

All four immediately turned to the sitarist, not looking at all pleased.

"It's a beautiful daaaaaaay~" he said happily, skipping toward Namine and grabbing her hands.

He then laughed as he dragged her around the room in some sort of dance, singing "You are 16 going on 17" over and over again until he sat her down in a near by recliner. After so he slapped Xaldin on the shoulder and gave a quick noogie to Luxord before hugging Xigbar with a joyful expression.

"Xiggy?" he asked with an enormous smile.

"Yeeesssss?" Xigbar dragged out, raising an eyebrow at the mullet-headed boy.

"How are babies born?"

There was a long silence as the nobodies stared at Demyx with wide eyes.

"Oh, dear." Namine blushed.

Demyx raised an eyebrow at the artist.

"What?"

At this moment, Luxord decided to explain.

"Well, love." He began in his "brilliant brit" accent.

"You start out as an egg."

"I'm a CHOCOBO!!!???" the sitarist squealed with delight.

"N-no love." the gambler muttered to his mulleted friend.

"But, then this seed comes…" Xaldin added.

"I'm a CHOCOBO PLANT!!??"

Xigbar laughed before patting the teens head.

"Bud, why don't you ask Vexen?" and with those words, Demyx's face filled with joy.

"Yeah! You're right! Vexen's a smart guy! I'll ask him!" he hugged the gunman happily.

"Thanks Xiggy!" and then he zipped out the door.

Xaldin gave him this look that was like 'what a walking freak show' and then turned his attention to Xigbar.

"You know he's going to cause havoc amongst the entire castle?"

"Yeah. It gets a little boring around here anyway."

Xaldin chuckled and then turned to where Namine was just sitting. But she had already left, with all their munny.

Demyx happily pranced towards the basement of Castle Oblivion. Vexen sat in a soft loft chair in the corner. Reading "Newton's Law of Reality TV" or whatever it was called.

"Why hello the smartest scientist that ever existed in the World that Never Was." the boy chimed as he skipped right over to number 4.

"What do you want, 9?" he grumbled.

"Vixen-"

"That's VEXEN to you."

"Yeah, sure. Anyway…"

The Chilly Academic raised an eyebrow and glared coldly at the nocturne.

"Out with it, Demyx."

"How are babies born?"

Vexen tried to hold in a laugh, you could tell because he made this snorting sound like that sound you make when you accidentally whiff some of a pixie stix. Demyx should know how that sounded. Axel did it every other week whenever he'd ask Larxene what a tampon was. He'd always end up having a few bruises or a dagger stuck in his shoulder towards the end of their conversation.

"Demyx, how old are you? Like 16?" Vexen questioned.

"And a half!" the sitarist proclaimed, motioning his hand down the front of his face as though he was cutting himself in two.

Vexen laughed that weird creepy laugh he always did. Demyx was used to it, but he was rather offended.

"What?" he asked with a frustrated tone.

"Do you remember something called 'Sex Ed' when you were in 5th grade?"

Demyx did his special "Dem-Dem thinking face" which Namine and Riku referred to as his "Dem-Dem constipated face", not that the musician knew what "constipated" meant until he asked Zexion. He soon wished he never asked.

"Nope. Not ringin' any bells." the mulleted teen shrugged.

"Are you serious? Demyx, I even remember that."

"Wow Vexy-"

"VEXEN."

"Yeah, yeah. You remember that long ago?"

"Well of course. Who wouldn't?" the academic asked.

"Well, that was like…a million centuries ago. That's fantastic memory right there! Even Nami would take about 3 years to erase all your memories completely." Demy said in awe.

"Why, well thank you Dem- WHAT!?"

The boy shrank away from the sudden outburst of his elder friend.

"ARE YOU CALLING ME OLD !!!???" he screeched.

"I-I...uh...I….eh heh…ummm……BYE!" and with that Demyx ran for his dear life with an angry scientist right behind him, throwing beakers on his way out.

Seeing that he was probably going to have to avoid Vexen for about two months, Demyx went to the 2nd smartest guy in the castle.

"Oooooohhhhhhh Zeeeeeeexxxxxxiiiiiiooooooonnnn!!!!!!" Demyx sang through the Castle Oblivions library.

"Yes Demyx?" said a deadpan voice near the couch behind him.

"Zexy!" he squealed, wringing his arms around Zexions neck.

The Cloaked Schemer sighed, rolling his eyes he dared to ask Demyx what he wanted.

"Zexy, how are babies born?"

Unlike the others that stared at Demyx as though he was an idiot, Zexion only smiled at the boy. As though he was an innocent little angel.

"Well, I'll gladly explain."

"Oh really!? Thanks Zex!"

And thus the lecture began.

"Understand?" Zexion finally finished his 2 hour lesson.

"Demyx?" he asked, poking his head.

'Maybe he's in shock. It is rather hard to take in all the knowledge of my superior brain power.' Zexion thought to himself with a chuckle.

"SSSNNNNOOOORRREEEEE!"

'…maybe not…'

The poor sitarist had fallen asleep in the first 3 minutes of Zexion's lesson.

"Demyx! Demyx! Wake up!" the Cloaked Schemer yelled, shaking his melodious friend violently.

"Mmmm...No Xemnas….I wanna'….hm…sleepy time…"

"WAKE UP!"

Demyx's head shot up, green eyes wide with fear.

"Did you hear anything I just explained?"

The mulleted teen only scratched the back of his head.

"N-not really."

Zexion sighed, a soft smile escaped his lips. And Demyx returned that smile.

"Dem," the young scholar began.

"Yes, Zexy?"

"I advise that if you want to keep all of your teeth, you should run. Now. REALLY FAST."

And without hesitation, Demyx did.