The hut they were staying at was large, cosy and inconspicuous. It had actually been built into the mountain by some random person, but Xigbar had taken it over a while back with the aid of Lexaeus and now it was used by Organisation XIII as a holiday home every now and again. There were four bedrooms, each with three single beds so there was room for everybody to sleep there if Roxas slept in the cot. However nowadays it was rare that the whole Organisation went on holiday together at all.

"Someone's going to have to share a room," Xigbar mused pointedly. "I vote Vexen and Marluxia,"

They both rightfully exploded.

"No way in hell! He'll probably molest me or something in the night!" Marluxia yelled before he could stop himself. Vexen's response was equally indignant.

"Why can't you and Demyx share or something?" Marluxia asked, carefully ignoring Vexen's screeches that he would never molest anyone, let alone him.

"Nah, Xigbar snores," Demyx replied playfully. "He'll be in a room on his own."

"Xaldin?" Vexen pleaded. The tall nobody shook his head. "I'd rather be on my own,"

There was a pause as Marluxia and Vexen looked at each other with complete and unadulterated disgust.

"That's it. I'm sleeping outside," Vexen proclaimed, marching purposefully towards the front door. Well, attempting to, but Xigbar hastily stopped him. "Come on, it's not as if you have to share a bed," He exclaimed, making Vexen look as if he was about to throw up at the very thought.

"Can't Marluxia go with Demyx?"

"No. Now get unpacking."

Surprisingly, Vexen left for the bedroom without another word, followed by Marluxia who gave Xigbar a death glare as he turned round the corner.

The two nobodies carefully unpacked their luggage in silence, purposefully ignoring each other. Vexen, with the least to unpack, finished first and made a quick exit, leaving Marluxia alone.

It was too late to go out on the slopes so the group stayed indoors (although Vexen did go outside for a while). The group ate pizza in front of the TV, mostly arguing about what film they wanted to watch until finally deciding on Advent Children for no good reason. Once the film had finished they talked. For the most part Xigbar, Demyx and Xaldin tried to keep the mood high but Vexen and Marluxia made no attempt to enjoy themselves.

"Come on, Vexen," Xigbar finally began, exasperated. "Cheer up,"

"I'll cheer up when he crawls into a ditch and dies," Vexen growled into his coffee, not even bothering to call Marluxia by his name since they all knew just who he was referring too. Xigbar sighed and signalled discreetly to Xaldin.

"Damnit, you two!" The lancer yelled right on cue. "We're actually trying make an effort to have fun here! Break like this doesn't exactly come every day, you know! Get your heads out of your damn asses and co-operate! You're making this bloody hard for all of us!"

Vexen glared at his superiors.

"I didn't even want to come anyway," He muttered. "I'm going to bed," With that, he stood up and stalked off to his room. The silence continued in the lounge for a few moments before the atmosphere suddenly lightened considerably.

"He's such an idiot!" Marluxia sighed about halfway through the conversation. Xigbar cast a knowing glance at Xaldin and Demyx. They always find a way to complain about each other.

"You were being pretty moody yourself," Demyx aptly pointed out. Marluxia hushed a little and turned away.

"Ever been snowboarding before?" Xigbar asked the pink-haired man in an attempt to change the subject. Marluxia looked up from the interesting spot on the floor he'd been staring at and shook his head, hair swinging.

"You'll really enjoy it, it's great fun," Demyx continued. "Especially with Vexen,"

"I wouldn't enjoy anything with that man involved," Marluxia growled.

"You haven't been snowboarding with Vexen." Xaldin observed. "I'm serious," He added when he saw Marluxia's look of disbelief. "You'd never think it from the way he acts normally, but out on the slopes he's like a completely different person."

"You might even find you like him," Demyx laughed, but stopped as Marluxia gave him a 'Like that's ever going to happen,' glare. The conversation moved on, until Marluxia grudgingly retired to bed.

Vexen was brooding in a comfy arm chair in the corner of the room, examining a book with false intrest. He refused even to acknowledge Marluxia as he came into the room.

"What's up?" The assassin asked out of mere courtesy. Vexen glared. "Aside from me, everything about me, being stuck in a room with me, having to talk to me at all and the fact that I exist?"

There was a long, awkward pause as Vexen considered with a look of distain etched onto his face.

"Well?"

"Xigbar doesn't snore,"

There was another pause as Marluxia rolled back his memory tapes to see what kind of significance the sentence held. "Why do you think Demyx would lie like that?" Vexen asked. The question was sincere; even the scientist couldn't work out why. "He would never want to not sleep with Xigbar, you know what those two are like. So he must have had some other reason to do it,"

"Maybe he wanted to torture us," Marluxia mumbled dejectedly. Vexen nodded morosely, for once agreeing with the flower-elementals strange delusions of grandeur.

"So... phase 2?" Demyx began as soon as Marluxia was safely out of earshot. Xigbar pulled out his trusty book.

"In here, they trick Beatrice and Benedick by making them overhear them talking about how the other supposedly loves them," Xigbar explained - badly. "Although our pair are so sceptical they'll probably think we're up to something,"

"Right. So we'll need another plan." Xaldin concluded. They all fell into deep thought, Xigbar flicking through his book for ideas - because obviously this Shakespeare dude knew what he was talking about; Xaldin thoughtfully examining ideas in his mind with a very Zexion-esque pose, and Demyx pouting most adorably as he pondered.

"Damn. This is harder than I thought," Demyx finally admitted.

"What if we left a rose by Vexen's bedside one morning, and something very Vexen by Marluxia's bed at the same time? It could just end in a bitch fight but it's worth a try, if we moved them to different rooms," Xaldin offered, always one for good spontaneous ideas.

"How about a test tube?" Demyx replied.

"The most boring and unromantic gift you could ever hope to give someone," Xigbar said. "Sounds about right."

Demyx grinned, having finally made a valid contribution to the conversation.

"We'll need to get them in different rooms though or they'll get suspicious. Tomorrow we'll swap them over and the day after the plan goes into action, then." Xaldin concluded.

"Cool," Demyx burbled.

"Keep dropping little hints, though. Like you've accidentally let slip some big secret," Xigbar said, getting up to go to bed. Demyx followed.

"You coming?" He asked Xaldin, who shook his head.

"Just to the end of the chapter," The lancer motioned to the thick book he'd been reading.