(I am so very, very mean to this child. So very, very, very mean. :(

I do bad things to my characters. The most extreme case of this is when I attempted to archive all the things that made Senayax a woobie, and it took up FIVE PARAGRAPHS. FIVE.

Seriously, five freaking VERY LONG paragraphs. You know something? I think I am a closet sadist or something. OHWELL IT WRITES NOVELS.

Also, which I have not mentioned but alluded to; lye is a corrugative substance. As in, his hands are basically getting dipped in slightly diluted acid; side effects of lye include burns, sores, and other assorted nasties.

Man, good thing there's always a Cura or Hi-Potion handy. WHO NEEDS MEDICAL SCIENCE

WE HAVE WHITE MAGIC

Sssssyeah Xigbar is pissed. He is uber-possessive and waaay waaay waaaaay overprotective. And he is also very good at killing. And he means everything he says about what he'd do.

This is almost done, and honestly, it could have been longer and the torture would be over and then there would be fluff but I guess I just like making y'all suffer. :D

Yeah I'm a bad person. AND YOU LOVE IT.

But even I am crying over DemDems. Heh. ^^; And I know how it ends!

Errr that's it, I think. Quick note though; I love y'all! Thank you so so so so SO much for reading this and FtM! In the Name of the Moon, I thank you. :3

(Get the ref and I love you.)

I don't own the ref and I don't own KH.

Dedicated to my childhood, because it was both glorious, horrifying, and totally freaking awesome, depending on the day, and made me who I am, for better or worse.)

Demyx realized he couldn't see straight anymore as he stood up to finally reach the thirteenth floor. He tried to shake it off, but he could barely stand, let alone walk; plus, he was starting to see spots around the corners of his eyes and feel a shivering heat overtake him. He'd have to teleport.

Laziness. Lazy little bitch. He'd have to pay for it when he cleaned the next floor. He'd do it with his hands; using the rag was too easy, making his task something any lazy little bitch could do.

He crawled over to the portal, laying down within the darkness as it carried him up to the thirteenth floor.

The other members of the Organization had headed to the third floor right away, hoping he would just be in someone's room. No such luck; all of the rooms were empty.

Xigbar headed into Demyx's room again, noting with dark amusement that at this point he probably knew it better than his own room. He found Peggy on the bed, humming a soft dirge to herself.

"Hey, Peggy," he murmured, not even finding it strange at this point that he was talking to a semisentinent sitar, "we need you. Demyx is missing. We're searching for him, and we can't find him...but I think you might be able to. Arpeggio, we need you."

He noted with shock that it was like he'd said some magic word. She glowed dark blue before bursting into a cloud of bubbles, settling into his hand an instant later. He shook off the shock and smiled. "Thanks, Peggy. We're going to find him, don't you worry."

He followed after Xemnas, going to search up on the next floor.

Demyx crawled out of the portal, slamming his hands into the bucket and rubbing them into the floor, not even noticing that the blood was mixing with the lye and dripping across the marble in small, bright red rivers. All he knew was that nothing would stay clean, and it was all his fault.

"STAY CLEAN!" He screamed. "KEEP FUCKING CLEANING, YOU LAZY LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!" He roared, slamming his hands into the lye mix and scrabbling at the floor. He could feel tears and sweat trailing down his face and into his eyes, stinging them; he welcomed the pain, let it make an instrument of his body, make him more useful than he could be as just Demyx.

He was slashing at the floor now, hands soaked with chemicals as he tried to scrub it clean, not realizing what the dark red stains on the floor were. It was all his fault that this floor wouldn't stay clean. All his fault. Wouldn't stay clean, he couldn't clean it right because he was just so fucking useless, so damn worthless, why did he even exist why did they treat him like he was a real human being why why why

"DEMYX!" Xigbar's pained roar resounded through the castle, but Demyx didn't hear it. He had already passed out on the bloodstained floor, trembling in fear and awaiting his punishment.

The members of Organization XIII stood in front of the hallway in horror. They'd all seen their fair share of carnage, but nothing that was so personal, nothing that chilled them to the bone quite like this scene did.

The hall was coated in bloodstained handprints, some faded and watery, others tacky and clear as day. If they weren't handprints, they were scuffed boot-marks, some of which seemed to indicate the wearer had stumbled and spilled more blood on the floor, evidenced by the pools and large swathes of slowly coagulating blood that laid upon the floor like haphazard gruesome stains on a canvas.

Fingerprints were occasionally marked upon the walls, tiny little smears that looked almost like eyes scattered on the formerly pristine white surfaces. They glared in hideous crimson at the others, accusative and hateful.

Zexion had his hand clamped over his nose and mouth, looking like he was trying not to vomit. Even to the others, who didn't have the same sense of smell that he did, the whole place reeked of blood and lye. They all simply surveyed the scene, trying to take it all in.

The doors were occasionally dotted with the blood, but most of it was on the floor, except for when it seemed like it had reached the stairs, where it left a gruesome trail on the steps. They didn't want to go up there, but they knew they had to, even knowing that most likely, more blood awaited them on the next floor.

They were all silent for a long time, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"Who the fuck did this." Xigbar spoke suddenly, startling them all out of their thoughts. His voice was filled with such fury and hatred that they all immediately suppressed a shiver. "Who the fuck touched him." He knelt on the floor, pressing a gentle hand against one of the bloodstains.

"I'll murder them." He cooed, his hands clenching the marble floor so tight that it cracked under the pressure. The former Apprentices froze. They recognized that tone. It was the tone that Braig took when he changed from Braig the Apprentice to Braig the warrior, Braig the monster, Braig the murderer.

"I'll make their guts sing." He murmured. "I'll paint the walls with their blood, I'll pull their intestines out loop by fucking loop, I'll flay them alive and make them eat their own fucking skin, I will turn this whole castle into a fucking battleground the second I find out who hurt MY DEMYX!" He roared, standing up and summoning Sharpshooter, bullets rattling as he tore his way up the steps, darkness swirling around him in snapping, curling spirals.

The others stood there, unsure of what to say to one another. Xigbar had, quite honestly, scared them into mute shock.

"How do we tell him that the one who hurt Demyx just might be Demyx himself?" Saix whispered, asking the question they'd all been thinking. Xemnas shuddered.

"I don't know." He murmured.