Demyx was in the Poof of Existence, sitting on Vexen's now red grave and playing random melodies on his sitar. He hated Vexen for his all know-it-all attitude and he fact that he used to call him "boy" all the time rather than "Number IX" or by his real name. So therefore Demyx was glad that he and Marluxia, Larxene, Zexion, and Lexaeus were dead because he didn't like any of them. He was a firm believer in karma, otherwise known as, "If you screw with someone, you'll only get screwed back.". Those people fucked him over more than anything but now they were dead and he was still alive. In the end, Demyx had the last laugh.
Just then, Demyx heard footsteps that became louder and louder. Then he saw a figure approach him. The figure was wearing a black coat, like Demyx's and he knew that the figure was apart of the Organization, like he was. The man walked right up towards him and took off his hood reliving short platinum blond hair and a few earrings on each ear. This was no other than Demyx's fellow co- worker, Luxord.
Although Luxord was a lower rank than Demyx, he was treated higher, due to his sophistication and his super posh British accent, at least in Demyx opinion. Luxord smiled at Demyx and summoned a fifty two deck of cards from his sleeve.
"Why hello there, Demyx." greeted Luxord, while shuffling his cards in mid air. "Care to play a game?"
Demyx's eyes light up. Everyone left him alone most of the time and when they did they include him in something, which was rare, they were using him for their own personal gain, but then again that was normal in the Organization. Stepping on people just to get what you want. Demyx wasn't stupid and now simply just said "No" when Axel or Xaldin asked him to do something with him, in fear that they were going to screw him over again but for all this time that both Luxord and Demyx had been apart of the Organization, neither of them have spoken more than six words at the most. Who knows? Luxord could've been nice guy. "Yeah! Sure." Demyx responded, excitingly. He got up from where he was sitting. "So, what are we playing?" he asked the older blond.
"Fifty two card pick-up."
Demyx was confused. He hadn't heard of that game before, but he was willing to try none of the less. "How do you play that?"
Luxord smirked and without moving any joints in his body other than his fingers, his released his cards one by one. Then flew all over the Poof of Existence and when he was done, no card was less than a half a foot away from each other, for they were all scattered across the room.
"Pick them up" Luxord said, blankly and then he exited the room.
It only took a few seconds for Demyx to figure out what Luxord had meant. He simply just sighed and started to pick the cards up.
The end.