Here we go again. Oh, and by the way: thanx for reading. I feel so honored. ;3

I don't own kh, all though I wouldn't say no to it and blablabla... so, I'm not in the mood for talking. On with the story:

Demyx was desperate. His creativity had faded, and his happiness was about to follow. Saíx surely had no interest in huging him, so how should he manage it?

The diviner had always been a very important person to him, believe it or not: He was Demyx's reason to fight, the first thing he thought of, when he woke up in the morning and the cause of many painfull tears.

The young blond shuddered at that thought. The last time, he had said no to a battle, the blue-haired nobody had beaten him up, until his whole body was a single bruise. Thank god, Luxord had rescued him, because he needed a new gambling-victim.

At least he had to deal with that gambling-guy later. He wouldn't be easy as pie, even compared to number 7 and 8. Not to mention 12.

Demyx felt all blood leave his head. When this day was over, he'd need tons of chocolate, some of the mysterious happy-juice, cause it sounded interesting, and a hot bath. All of that at the same time, if it should really help.

Thinking of a way to survive long enought to do the mentioned things, he started wandering through the caste, not bothering to watch where he was headed to. Some time passed, but he still had no clue, what to do. Groaning, the young mage ran a hand through his hair. 'Oh man, I'm sooo in trouble. Is it even possible for this day to get worse?'

'Nothing is impossible.' Demyx tripped over his own feet at the unexpected sound, struggling hard to keep his balance. Appearantly, yes. It was possible. 'Haha, oups?... Hi Luxy.' Turn around and run, Demyx. Luxord never says something without a second thought. Instead, he entered the Just-sit-around-and-stare-at-walls-that-never-will-be-room. Also known as another-useless-room-but-I-was-small-on-ideas, short: the second livingroom, but this one had actually a giant dolby-surround TV-set-thingy and two fluffy couches in it, so it was sometimes used for... Nevermind, let's continue the story: The gambler of fate smirked. 'Hello.' a pack of cards appeared out of nowhere. 'I just heard, you're in trouble. Do you mind telling me more about it?' the cards started to shuffle each other, forcing Demyx to shift his concentration between them and their master. His brain started to hurt. Damn, hypnose. He thought he was lucky, bringing his brain undamaged out of the meeting with Zexion, and now Mr. I- can- force- you- to- gamble- with- me- just- by- smiling- and- moving- some-cards was messing with his thoughts.

'No Lux, 'course not.' See? It already started to drive him mad.

A smirk appeared on Luxord's face. It was so much fun manipulating others. Thanx Zexion, for that info. And the best of it: it made it almost disturbingly easy to catch rumors, or blackmail others.

'So, what is it?' the cards slowed down to free the young blond's mind enough to remember the basics of talking. 'You see. Axel was acting weird, so I said something and then he said something and I hugged the superior and Vexen made a booty-dance and Xaldin was sleeping and Zexion told me of happy juice and there was a duck and...'

It seemed as though the cards were still moving a bit too much. Rather confused, the gambler left them disappear and snapped his fingers, as if he was one of those magicians on TV who made random people float, or creepy things like that.

Demyx loved those shows, though he was able to do real magic and not just the whole mirror and invisible wire thing, so he woke up, seconds later.

'Huh... Where am... Oh.' he blushed crimson: 'Hi Luxy...Hopefully, I haven't told you anything I shouldn't have... Or?!' the watermage started to giggle nervously, thinking of that. He knew from experience, that too much talking ended up bad. Especially when a certain, gossip-loving, platin haired nobody was sitting in the same room. 'No, you haven't. But if you want another try, I would be glad to hear you talking of your trouble.' The smirk grew.

'Uhm no thank you? but...Could you please be so kind as to ask me, before you start messing with my mind next time? I mean, you asked now, but uhm..' he stopped midsentence, very aware of the fact that he was talking himself into tremendemous problems.

'Enough fun till now.' Luxord said to himself. 'Poor boy might explode from all the thinking. And then you will never know whats the matter with him. Be nice Luxord and he'll be nice to you. He is too much fun to frighten him. You.can.make.it.!' Thought, tried hard and succeded. A bit.

'It's alright Demyx, I ask next time, if I feel like it.' Demyx just stared at him. The gambler was acting weired but in a ...sympathic way? God, something was terrible wrong.

'Thank you.. extremly nice?' 'You're welcome kid.' Oh my gawd. He had not just smiled? The gambler of fate smiled. Hell, something was terrible and disturbing wrong, because it was not the normal gamble-with-me-or-die smile, it almost looked... kind? Demyx felt the strong need to use Xaldin's phrase: 'THE HELL?' but he pulled it together.

'Uhm Luxord?' 'Yes.' 'You're not taking any tranquillizer-pills, or?' The gambler burst out laughing. 'No, kid, I just... you haven't met Marluxia today. Else you would understand. Anyway.' he coughed. (Flowerboy surely had a good time at the moment, he just knew it.) 'you said something about 'trouble'. I could maybe help you.'

Now the nice Luxord shows his true nature! Demyx thought. I bet he wants me to beg him for help and lose against him about thousand times, just to get a: I can't help you kid. But good luck.'

'Demyx? Are you trying to wreck your brain or why do act so strange?' Damn unwanted facial-movements. The watermage glared at him, but got next to no reaction, for a poud and a glare can't be mixed. 'No. I was just thinking.'

And the poor brain finally had to explode. Luxord added silently. 'I knew it. But you know, you were looking like you were in pain or something. You're really not hurt?' 'Uhm...Yes?' the nice behavior of X really freaked the young blond out. But the mean-but-still-somehow-nice one was frightening. Like maybe Axel cuddling a cute kitten or Xemnas in a pink bathingsuit... wait I said frightening and not disturbing. 'Demyx? Did the pain come back?'

'If not, I can fix that.' came the comment from a couch, facing the other wall. The young blond winced. Why? Of everyone who was still on his small to-do list, why did she have to cross his way? And why now? A cushion crossed the room at an amazing speed, hitting him square in the face and waking him from his thoughts. Rubbing his forehead, Demyx mumbled: 'Great. Just friggin' great.' he felt unable to manage the situation and had the only desire to curl up somewhere and after that congratulate Axel. Hopefully it was over after that, cause everything else was too much for him.

'Come on wimp, it's a cushion. No reason to freak out.' The nymph watched him, thinking of a way to torture somebody, who could not even stand a bunch of feathers. 'Larxene, I don't think it's the thing that hit him, I tend to believe his problem is the one who threw it.' The gambler met her gaze and shook his head, saying: 'Stop playing with my newly found victim.' Demyx hiccuped. Too much stress for one single day. He badly needed some luck or else Axel was the last problem to care about.

That moment, Larxene had traversed to room and was standing next to him in all her beauty and the certain aura of danger. Sparkes danced along her form. 'Do you want to express with that, he's afraid of me?' She grinned, followed by a low groan, which made the watermage shudder. It seemed as thought Larxene enjoyed this thought. 'If you're so afraid of me, my dear little Dem, you will be happy to tell me everthing you won't tell Luxord at first and you will maybe not be punished for disturbing me. Sounds good?'

This time the gambler of fate remainded silent, leaving Demyx to say the only thing to save his life: 'Yeah...good. So uhm you really want to..' 'Spit.it.out.' The nymph glared at him, turning all his confidence into a small and crumpled something. 'Oh, uhm ok. So...Luxord can I yeah.. rest my arms on your shoulders in order to indicate an embrace, please?' he bit his lip. That sounded creepy enough to come from Vexen.

The gambler stared at him, utterly confused: 'You want to cuddle up to me? You're serious?' As the waterwielder nodded, cheeks flushing pink, Larxene started to giggle. (another yaoi-fan...oups?) 'I knew it.' The watermage smiled relieved. She knew of the bet, so it was easy. 'So I can hug you too?' The giggle stopped for a second, just to become a bit madder. 'God. You really want a threesome. Count me in.'

'He said hug XII, not orgy.' The gambler quickly added. He was back to his normal relaxed self by now: 'Why do you want to hug her? I mean, I can understand why you would want me but... wait. You said at first, you hugged the superior. Is that... a sick kind if dare?' For some reason, Demyx felt guilty when he nodded. 'Yes, Axel came up with it. I have a free wish, if I can hug the whole Organization. And the trouble is, rather obvious, Saìx.' he blinked and ganced at the other blond. 'Will you help me?' After a moment of thinking, the gambler grinned. 'I have a good day. And besides, better hugging you than Axel. Right Larxene?'

The savage nymph still felt a bit disappointed, the threesome would have sounded like fun. 'Yes. But you must promise me something: whatever the wish is like, make sure Axel has to use this.' she took a small packet out of her coat and handed it over. 'I want some fun too, if I have to work for it.' Demyx was sure he didn't want to know what exactly he should include into his bet but as long as he won, it didn't matter to him.

Glad for the ofered change, he wrapped his arms around Luxord first, held him for a second to make it seem less forced, and then he pulled Larxene close, careful not to offend her in one way or another. He broke free and beamed happily. 'You spend more time with Luxord.' XII remarked, grinning her usual wicked grin. 'Get yourself a room. Or stay here, but be sure that if you do that, I'll be watching you.' Brushing invisible dust of her coat, she returned to her spot on the couch.

Demyx thanked her, ignoring her last command totally, and the turned to leave. 'IX? You still need help with your problem, remember? Well, I think I can help you.' a bit lower, he went on talking 'if you would come with me, I don't want her to listen.' Grateful for the offer, Demyx followed his fellow-nobody into a portal, happy that he had help solving the Saìx problem.

Larxene grinned. It was a pity the waterwielder was still that innocent. How much fun it would have been to change that? But as it seemed, Luxord would do that on his own. (As if. Sorry, but I don't write smut.. much smut. Next fic maybe? .-)She chuckled madly.

When she was in such a mood, just one thing could help: time to go searching for chocolate and an unused bathroom. After that, she could force Marluxia to watch some horror-movies with her. Or maybe Titanic. She loved to watch them fall in love and always stopped the tape, when it seemed a thought she would drown too. It was so much fun watching Mar, when she did this. And then there was still Axel and her little extra. All of that combined could just make a good day.

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When Saìx entered his room, he twitched. Somebody had been here. In his room. He searched for a track, scanning everything. But still, it took him about a minute to notice the sheet of paper tucked on one wall. There was something written on it, but the diviner could not read it, standing where he stood, so he came closer, still careful not to be caught in a trap or suprised by anyone. Cautiously, he bend down to the once falted sheet and opened it. 'Can I hug you?' was written in it. Saìx stared at the words, rereading them, but still they did not make much sense to him. And there was something else a bit confusing: he was not able to move. He felt his berserk-mood awakening, but had no chance to even take his hand of the wall. An angry growl escaped him. 'Ok. Whoever is in here, I want an explanation. Now.' Instead he was glomped.

'Yay, you said Ok. Thanx Saíx. Oh and don't worry, the stop-ga spell will fade in about ten minutes. I'll leave, alright? Bye.' Demyx had left his hiding spot under the bed, hugged him and went out of the room. More like ran, for he had no idea how long the spell really lasted. Luxord was unpredictable. This time, he said as low as possible : 'Thanx Luxy. If I can run far enought to survive, I owe you something.' And of course, Luxord had done a good job. (or maybe it was because he forgot the anti-spell).

Half an hour later, Saìx still could not move even his nose. In the meantime, he had gone berserk about three times, just to notice it brought him nothing.

After some time thinking, he decided it would be best to just wait for help. And, suprise suprise, seconds later Xemnas knocked at the door, but stayed outside, waiting for response. 'Saíx. I don't really know why I feel like asking you this, but are you wearing a dress at the moment?' the diviner frowned. Was everybody going crazy today? First the gay gardener, then the wimp and finally even the superior? What would be next? On the other side, he didn't want to know.

'No Xemnas. I have different problems.' he sighned. 'Problems that require your help, I am afraid.'

The superior blinked. 'Of course?' He opened the door and walked straight up to the wall, Saix was stuck on. 'You want me to hold this?' 'No I..' Too late.

About an hour later, Xigbar dropped in, searching for the melodious noctunre to give him the potion back and found his superior and the strange moondude pinned on one wall. He reacted in his mature way, means he broke down laughing. 'II, you will stop this now and help us.' Xemnas had gone into his own version of the berserk mode, listening to Zexion loudly reading romance-novels in his room next door. 'How'm I supposed to do his?' the freeshooter shrugged. 'Ask the gambler.'

Those having spoke, he left the room searching for a camera and Demyx if they would happen to be at the same place.

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Demyx cursed as a plant hit his face. This garden was highly dangerous, from his point of view. And much too big. He had heard Marluxia for some time now, but the graceful assasin was singing rather loud as it seemed, because he never came into Demyx's view.

'Oh I wish I was a punkrockgirl with flowers in my haaaiiir!' The nocturne shuddered. 'Vexen has a better voice.' he thought. And then Marluxia finally took a break from hiding in his garden. The pink hair was visible under a tree. Thank god for his haircolor! And for the tree. Just because it was a beautiful one. IX started to walk towards them (them marluxia + tree) but he froze on the spot. OMG.

'Oh Hi.' the asassin had noticed him and came over to the motionless standing musician. 'Hello Demyx. What are you doing in here?' His mouth was hanging open as Demyx had noticed, so he closed it, thinking about the question. Marluxia smiled. He knew exactly what the blond nobody was thinking and enjoyed that. 'Searching for you..?' The younger man's gaze kept wandering down, just to snap back and fix Marluxia's eyes. XI put his hands on his hips, the smile changing into a grin. 'Oh really. And why would you do that?' The young watermage bit his lip, trying to calm down. 'Because I.. Ouw.' he failed. ' Mar, could you please stop confusing me?'

The flowermage shook his head. 'Why, I think it fits me. And besides, Luxord said I should wear something like this more often.' The bit of respect the gambler had earned in the last half hour vanished. 'Yeah, I mean it's... you look good and stuff but why his boxers?!'

Marluxia whistled. 'You know that these are his? Wow Demxy.' The embarrased nocturne bit his lip and refused to answer. 'Then, you want me to get rid of them?' The flowermage blinked suggestively. 'Hell, no. I... Argh.' Demyx covered his eyes with one hand. The situation got out of his control. 'I wanted to ask if I can hug you. You see, I was not ready to meet you in you're garden, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with bunnies on them.' he took a deep breath. 'So am I allowed to?' 'Sure Demy. Anytime. Oh and by the way, it that one of Vexen's testtubes in your pants or are you just happy to see me?'

At first the watermage had no idea what the other was talking about, but then he understood. He coughed ashamed. 'Actually it's a... present from Larxene. I haven't opened it yet, because it seemes dangerous.' 'You're right, most likely it's poisoned.' Thex stood there in silence until Demyx took his change to escape the awkward dialoge. 'So, uhm I better be going. Bye Mar.' He smiled a last time and vanished into the wood, singing: 'I was born too late, into a world that...shit the song got stuck.. hmhmhmpunkrockgirl... Damn. '

The flowermage smirked. 'What do you say, my dear tree? He's cute? Maybe. But not as cute as me? Oh thank you.' satisfied with that, he started singing again, the poor tree literaly shuddering.

Meanwhile, Xemnas and Saíx were still stuck together. They both thought, they would go insane, if nobody would save them. The superior was about to just stop breathing to end it, but thank god, this moment Xaldin, the knight in shining armor, came in and quietly went over to ...the bed.?

Saíx and Xemnas shot him a questioning look. 'Number III? Please say, you came to save us.' I was far enough to even beg on his knees, if that would be possible. 'Can't. I got stuff to do.' He took a piece of paper out of his coat and scribbled a number down. 'What are you doing?' 'Writing down the with of your bed. I gotta go now.'

Spoke that and left his superior with a mad diviner and Zexion's voice, talking of Hanah and her boyfriend problems, a.k.a. the insanity.

Another chapter done. And it just makes me fail about two subjects. Wow, I'm getting better. But I still got a question: What do YOU (yes you) think will happen next? I know it of course, but the story will not go on too long and I'm curious what you think. Forgive me, but I can't help it. -.-

So, uhm bye and C ya?