1Alright. New chapter. Yay. Be excited people. I'm sorry that so many didn't like the last chapter...I guess...'cause I got less reviews then normal. O: Le gasp. Anyway. My editor seems to be off 'cause...I'm to lazy to send junk to her. Teehee. Anyway, thus, my spelling/grammar/words will be off a bit more. I'm sorry. I'll try to re-read them myself, but I don't think I'll catch everything. Anwyay, I'm alive now. Things have been really sucky in my life right now so my author's notes have been...flat. Anyway, have fun with this chapter!

–W–

"The gay emerges," Zexion smiled, leaning on the railing that leads to the open square showing the floors above and below them, and separates their rooms. "Two day's in there alone and you finally come out."

"Shut up, emo kind," Axel growled, turning and walking down the hall.

"Oh please. Not like I haven't heard that before." Zexion sighed, turning and hurrying after the pyro; his jeans wrapped over the heels of Vans scrapping the white carpet. "I just asked."

"And I said shut up," Eight hissed, turning to him and snatching Zexion's t-shirt in his hand. "Or that little emo haircut will be quite a bit shorter."

"You look kind of hollow."

"Ugh," Axel let go and turned, stalking down the hallway, only to be followed. "Can you just leave me alone?"

"Which were you," Zexion mused more to himself than Axel.

"Does it matter? It wont happen again."

"I'm surprised." Eleven blinked, looking up. "You both sounded like you enjoyed it."

"How doesn't enjoy getting screwed, Zexion," Eight hissed through his teeth, turning and starting down the stairs.

"You were on bottom? Are you serious?"

"Leave me alone, damnit! For a quiet person, you're persistent."

"It's my nature," Zexion smirked, catching up yet again. " I scheme. I plan. I learn."

"Well, you know what you little imp, you aren't going to learn anything. Got it memorized?"

Axel nearly hit the smaller man in the side of his head but thought well against it. Xemnas and he were good friends; that'd be bad.

"Imp? Just because you're eight feet all doesn't mean I'm an imp."

"Six foot six thank you."

"Yes, well whatever. Just because you're tall doesn't make me an imp." Zexion rolled his eyes,

crossing his arms. "Everyone's shorter than you."

"God! No wonder you hang out with Xemnas so much!" Axel scowled, leaping over the banister and landing on the next level of stairs, a floor down, with ease, but stumbling a bit. Zexion simply opened a portal and was right next to him.

"Where're you going this late in the day?"

"Late in the day?" Axel turned, rasing a brow. "What time is it?"

"Five thirty." Zexion smiled. "You two break your clock?"

"I'll clean your clock if you don't shut up."

"I don't bend that way."

"You know what you little–" Axel fisted is hands, opening them slowly and looking back at the stairs. "Leave me alone. You don't even like me, remember?"

"I don't like anyone. However, I do like to know stuff about them," Zexion stated as if it was obvious. He flipped one hand over, palm to the ceiling. "Isn't it obvious? So, where are we going?"

"We aren't going anywhere. I'm going to get something to eat, then going to the pool." He regretted saying this as soon as it left his mouth. He closed his eyes, grimacing, as the other's curled into a sickening smirk.

"Realy now. What are you planning to do?"

"To snap out of my retarded fear of liquid."

"White or clear?"

"Oh my God, just shut up!"

"You're never going to live this down," Zexion pointed out. "Everyone would have thought it with Roxas, but then again you two were just friends."

"And that's it."

"We all kind of guessed about Nine. But you? Never would have guessed."

"I'm straight as a board! Leave me the hell alone!"

"Maybe a warped board. Why was he your room last night anyway?"

"Well," Axel growled, flexing his fingers a few times. "A few people butterflied his door. You and I were the only other ones awake, and you aren't exactly the most friendly of people."

"And you don't have the best temper, apparently." Zexion grinned, laughing lightly at Axel fuming.

"So he came to me and I let him in. When I wont up he was on top of me and that was happened!"

"And it sparked everything else?" Zexion sounded surprised. "Wasn't mutual?"

"Hell no! I didn't expect to be made-out with!"

"Or screwed..."

"Exca–Ugh. No." He shivered violently. "It wasn't planned. Happy now?"

"Actually, I'm rather disappointed. I thought we had a turning point," Zexion rested his chin on his hand as the made it to the ground floor, walking across the white tile towards the kitchen. "I'll have to inform Xemnas and Saix..." Axel groaned.

"You told them?"

"Of course."

"Oh, of course."

"I think you're mocking me."

"Ya'think?"

"Demyx is cooking today." Axel stopped promptly and turned, looking confused. "What is it?"

"I'll just go toss myself in the pool now." Zexion blinked, watching the pyro's finger's spark and a shining wildness enter his already angry eyes. "Not hungry."

Axel turned, walking quickly but stiffly out the back door into Marluxia rather amazing garden. Sure, Marluxia was...odd, but he had a spectacular gardening ability.

"...I suppose he's upset." Zexion turned, looking at a rather sad-but-sminling Demyz holding a bowl and a wooden spoon; most likely cookie dough.

"...Yeah, he is," Zexion mused, frowning. "He's really upset." Demyx looked at the floor, laughing curtly.

"Heh...I guess I'm not all that surprised," he whispered, holding the spoon akwardly and scratching at his other shoulder. "First being afraid of water to a point of hysteria...then that...I guess he's scared and angry at all aspects of water..." Zexion felt a little bad for the boy. He was a bit younger than everyone; a bit more emotional. Well, besides Roxas who surpassed Zexion ten fold in 'emo-ness'. "I don't blame him."

"He'll get over himself. He's just naturally an axx-hole. S'what fire does to people," Zexion offered for comfort. Of course he was bad at it, and Demyx just shrugged, laughing sadly.

"Sure..."

"...You like him a lot, don't you?"

"Doesn't really matter anymore." The hydro looked up, smiling happily, though a tear rolled down his cheek. "Never had a chance, and I still don't. Nice while it lasted, but whatever. My bad." He nodded to himself and turned, starting back and through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Zexion sighed, running his finger's though his hair.

"For not having hearts, we sure are complicated people. At least we aren't all girls. We'd be like...someone." He looked around quickly, squeaking and running towards the den where he knew his 'companions' would be.

–W–

"I'm rather disappointed. I thought we had something on him," Xemnas mused, twirling a pen through his fingers. "Of course, he did actually get screwed. So what if it was voluntary?"

"Because, just like if we mention his figure, we'd get burned violently and we're either dead or disfigured," Saix answered, laying on his stomach and looking half asleep. "You still have the fact he's afraid of water, unless he's showering or whatever."

"He plans on breaking that himself," Zexion interjected. "But, what I don't understand is why he walked off."

"He was mad," Xemnas pointed out. "Are you dense?"

"Well of course he was mad. But if it were me, I'd tear Demyx apart mentally. Completely destroy him."

"You're heartless," Saix pointed out.

"Duh."

"No, okay let me rephrase. Ruthless."

"And that's why we love him," Xemnas smirked. "Go on."

"I'd of seared him too. I mean, the kid's gay and took 'advantage' of Axel. I'd be steamed. But I wouldn't just leave him alone. Sure, I'd act like nothing happened but I'd want to destroy him first, right?"

"...You have a point." Xemnas frowned. "Maybe being alone in his room for two days let him get over himself. Or maybe if he seared the cook he might not be in the best of places. None of us besides Demyx knows how to cook."

"And he need someone to help him out. He wont set foot in that pool alone. He might think he's risking his life," Saix added. Zexion looked like he was putting one of his puzzled together.

"I have a feeling he's going to have to force himself to ask Demyx for help, like it or not." He looked up at his superior. "Interesting story you've started, Xemnas."

"I like starting this," the sadistic man smiled. "I also like playing with my toys. Any ideas how we can make this worse?"

"You're diabolical."

"You're a flippin' werewolf. And bipolar," Xemnas snapped, receiving a growl from Three. "Anyway, ideas?"

"We could send them on a mission together," Zexion pondered. "Perhaps to Atlantica. We could make use of the king. I mean he rules the sea."

"Genius," Xemnas sat bolt upright. "Perfect. Talk about water torture. I love it." He was to his feet and out the door before anyone could object.

"Zexion, I believe you like starting things."

"No," Zexion smiled. "I set things together in plots. I'm a schemer."

"You're brilliant at it."

"I know."