All was quiet in the World that Never Was. Too quiet, Demyx thought. Last time it had been this quiet, he'd had an extremely embarrasing experience involving his two best friends. 'Probably in Roxas's room,' he thought, turning towards it. He heard a voice coming from the room, but it wasn't Roxas or Axel. It was Luxord. Demyx couldn't make out the words, but he was getting a horrible sense of deja-vu. As he got nearer, he heard Roxas speak:

"Aww, Luxord no fair!" The teenager whined. Demyx heard the gambler chuckle

"It's not my fault you're not flexible enough to keep up."

"Yeah, Roxy. Now hold still." Axel's voice. Demyx froze. Yep, definitely a bit of deja-vu here. 'I should leave' he thought, but something drew him to keep listening.

"OW! Axel, you're hurting me!" Roxas yelped

"Oh quit complainin'! This was your idea in the first place." There was the sound of something moving inside, along with another yelp.

"Quiet down you two, we don't want anyone overhearing." Luxord spoke softly.

"Well why don't you join in then? You just like watching, you sadistic bastard!" Roxas snapped

"Sorry, I'm not very good, I'd wreck the fun." Luxord laughed. There was no audible noise for a minute.

"Roxas, quit squriming, this requires concentration!" Axel growled.

"Well, I'm sorry, this isn't very comfortable you know. How come you're on top anyway?" Demyx's eyes widened. On top of what?!

"Because that's the way it is Roxy."

"Hmph! Well, I'm going first next time." Most of Demyx was telling him to get out of there before he heard anything that would traumatise him further, but the small part that told him to stay won over his brain. He pressed his ear closer to the door. Luxord was laughing again.

"I should've brought my camera, people would pay to see this."

"If you had, it would've suffered a firey demise-WILL YOU STOP SQUIRIMING!?" Axel roared.

"My leg's fallen asleep." Roxas complained

"Don't worry Roxas, it's your turn anyway." More movement-y noises.

"Ya know, we should've invited Demyx. He's all skinny and flexible and stuff, he'd probably be really good at it." Demyx stifled a choke. No, he was not going to burst in there, he wasn't, he-

"Good at WHAT?!" Demyx cried, bursting in with a traumatised expression. Luxord looked up from his chair, a multicoloured spinner on his lap; Axel and Roxas were in a tangled heap on a slightly crumpled up Twister mat. "Oh, sorry." He muttered, backing towards the door.

"Nah, it's okay. Would you like to play?" Luxord asked, holding up the spinner. Demyx blushed furiously, but nodded and joined the other two on the mat. They spent the rest of the afternoon playing a companionable and completely innocent game of Twister.

There, wasnt too painful was it? now why does nobody ever read and review my stuff -.- you're all cruel you know that?