Demyx gulped and tried to pull a comfortable, too cool for school, face. He felt cold sweat on the back of his neck and he longed to hug himself tightly. Axel had let him borrow some of his clothes, as seeing him in a Roxas outfit gave him a trip down memory lane. Demyx was now dressed in a black tank top and baggy red pants which grew tight around the ankles. On his feet he wore hardcore leather boots with red stars on them. Demyx had looked into the mirror and jumped, he was scared of himself in this outfit, he looked totally dangerous, a huge rebel. Demyx swallowed hard as a waitress dressed in just enough to make the club MA+ rated, came up to them, jiggling like jelly and checked their ID, her eyes drunk in each of their appearances as they handed her them. Her eyes lingered on Axel and he shot her a bad boy smile. Zexion looked almost as uncomfortable as Demyx felt, and her eyes looked at his guy-liner with disapproval. It was his turn, and Demyx was trying to remember the women's weekly tips. All girls liked men who were sensitive but masculine, friendly but reserved, caring but emotionally scarred, sexy but cute and dangerous but not too passionate. Demyx repeated the words over and over in his head. Before she could check-out Demyx, Axel pushed her aside and dragged his two companions into a little room away from the dance floor. The girl's eyes followed curiously.

'Aww comeon Axel! I was going to see how girls would react to the new me' moaned Demyx. Axel made sure the girl was far out of earshot and slammed the door. The music still pulsed through the wall, but more muffled now. Zexion's tiny smile appeared on his face.

'Dude, that almost naked chick – that was Larxene!' exploded Axel who begun pacing in circles.

'Woah! She's changed heaps, you sure it's her? I haven't seen her since she left the organization because you dumped her for Roxas' said Demyx. Axel shot him a poisonous glare. Axel opened his mouth to say something rude but the door swung open and a girl with hair that touched the floor swept into the room, cheeks red and a beer in her hand. She hiccupped and stumbled out an apology then left the room. Demyx and Axel went back to their argument but Zexion stood there, eyes wide and glazed, the memory of her jeans burnt into his memory. It was them, those unbearably tight, midnight black, straight cut jeans. They were the mother of all skinny-legs. Zexion felt a surge of energy flow through his veins and he switched to hunting mode. He slipped out of the room silently, leaving Axel and Demyx to bicker. He would kill for those jeans if he had too.

Axel peered around startled, tearing the little room for Zexion, as if he had been hiding behind the wallpaper or something. Demyx realised too after trying to figure out what Axel was craning his neck for.

'Shit', they said in unison. Axel grinned and yanked on Demyx's arm, dragging him out of the room and into the smoking dance floor.

'We're better off without that mood-killer', yelled Axel over the music and screaming of other people in the club. Demyx felt a bit worried, and he told Axel of his suspicions.

'I reckon he was a spy, same with Larxene! Why else would they both be here, where we are!' Demyx looked satisfied as Axel seriously pondered the idea. He seemed to come to a conclusion and said,



'Oh my god spies! Let's take 'em down, I know an awesome weapon provider!' Axel punched the air and people around him gave him weird looks then stepped away. Demyx felt a tap on his shoulder. Larxene was standing there, now having had the decency to put on a shirt.

'I know who sent Zexion. I'm not spying on you, I'm spying on Zexion. Demyx what's with the clothes, you look like a fag?' Demyx went bright red and mumbled something incomprehensible even to himself.

'We're gonna take that bastard down! He messed with our cool….ish'

'He didn't do anything at all', muttered Demyx. Larxene laughed. But her face turned serious as she told Axel the situation.

'He's been sent by…Lillitha the ZOMBIE QUEEN.' The blood drained from Demyx's face. Axel started laughing and he couldn't stop. Larxene kicked him in the shins and he instantly stopped laughing. Demyx faced him.

'Lillitha is real Axel, don't say she isn't or she'll send a headless Roxas figurine straight to your door!'

'And how do you determine 'the Zombie Queen' is real Demyx?' Axel said trying hard not to laugh.

'I met her myself! It was on my day off, before you and Marluxia joined me. I tripped over and landed in a muddy puddle. WHEN I GOT UP I SAW HER REFLECTION IN THE WATER!'

'You sure that wasn't a bug'

'Axel! This is serious!' yelled Larxene. Larxene turned to Demyx and held out a hand.

'It's hunting time.'

'ZOMBIES HERE WE COMEEE' yelled Axel. Larxene sighed. Demyx grinned, Zexion, now obviously a mindless zombie slave to the Zombie Queen, was going down. No, even better, cause killing him would get his fan girls angry at Demyx, hence coolness level going down big time. No, Demyx would save him from the dark side and bring him back to…the twilight side? Whatever side the organization was.