(I love lunatic metaphors. They're all I MAKE. It always makes sense to me, but apparently I do not think like everyone else. Oops. ^^;
Although that shouldn't surprise you. xD
Poor, oblivious Saix. He honestly believes that whenever he's not around, Xeh and Axel are BFFs. The image is kinda hilarious, no lie.
Zexion is a brat. In the Mooniverse, once he meets Yaya, he softens up, but pre-Senayax Zexion is a total, total snarky brat. Not that he lost it with Yaya, mind you, but finding love softens you up a bit. :3 Demyx is just a spaz. :D
Poor Luxord. Xaldin doesn't like fanfiction. :(
...Uh, taking that to its' logical conclusion, would he hate this? I don't know! D: OH GOD MINDFUCK D:
Shit, I just Eraserheaded the crap out of myself.
Eraserheaded=new verb. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Anywayses, yep yep yep, new chapter and stuff. :3 Cupid as a big game hunter=lol.
Don't own KH, bla bla bla can I stop doing this SERIOUSLY I HAVE BEEN WRITING KH SHIT FOR LIKE ALMOST A YEAR NOW LET ME HAVE SOME PEACE.
Dedicated to my art teacher, who is like one of the nicest ladies I've ever met. :D)
Luxord sighed, shooting a worried glance at Xigbar, who simply grinned. "Dude, he's going to have to come to dinner. Don't tie yourself up in knots because of this, okay? Besides, the key here is to back him into a corner, and you looking like you're the one getting put in your place isn't going to help." He told him. Luxord shook his head.
"Good lord, you're making it sound like I'm hunting him." He muttered. Demyx nodded.
"Well, you are! You're hunting him with love!" He said cheerfully. Xigbar raised an eyebrow, giving his lover an odd look. Demyx huffed. "You know, like Cupid, if Cupid was a big game hunter." He paused. "Um, with cards."
"Is there a moratium against torturing metaphors at the table?" Axel asked, earning a smack from Demyx as he hissed in indignation. Xemnas groaned.
"They don't bleed, so I'm afraid I must refuse enacting that policy, no matter how convoluted the metaphor turns and twists." He replied. Axel shot him a glare.
"Not even to get into my good graces? After all, Isa is only still in your bed because I'm not bodily removing him, mind you." He shot back. Xemnas glared right back. Saix, thankfully, was still in the adjacent kitchen, pulling the baked bread out of the oven. The others simply watched the argument, amused. "Because as far as I'm concerned, my Superior, you're just a puppy-stealer, and I don't take kindly to anyone taking my Isa away from me." He snarled. Xemnas snarled right back.
Thankfully, before the argument escalated, Saix walked back into the dining room with a basket of the bread. "Master? Lea? Would you both move over, please? I'd prefer to sit between the two of you tonight, if that's all right..."
Xigbar sighed, watching the vicious glares start right back up as Saix settled in between them, completely unaware of the current situation as he handed Demyx the basket of pastries.
Xaldin sighed, opening the door as quickly as possible, knowing Vexen was glaring at him from right behind him anyways, preventing a quick escape. He tried to slip in quietly, but Zexion, damn the little brat to hell, called out with an amused purr, "Xaldin, Vexen, how good of you to join us."
Right. Xigbar and Zexion now. That grave was starting to get larger by the moment.
"Ooh, Luxord! Look, Xaldin's here! Come on, I saved you a spot!" Demyx piped up.
Okay. Grave getting larger by the nanosecond, apparently. At this rate, the castle would turn into a ghost town.
Xaldin sighed, backed into the corner once again as he slid in between Demyx and Luxord, Xigbar flashing him a wicked grin from Demyx's other side. Xaldin sunk right down to Xigbar's level and settled for making a crude hand gesture as he reached for a plate. Unfortunately, this just made Xigbar laugh harder. Xaldin ground his teeth together, trying desperately not to look at Luxord, pretending that he was simply by himself in the library.
"That book was wonderful, by the way." He purred. Xaldin resisted the urge to strangle something, (preferably something cute and small, like a Moogle or a kitten), and simply nodded. Luxord grinned. "I loved the ending, too; the stubborn princess falls right into the arms of the dashing and very handsome prince, and the princess finally realizes she was being blockheaded about the entire matter and accepts his marriage proposal, begging for him to rid her of her foolish and pointless virginity. I assume they consummated their marriage in the epilogue, but really, I didn't wish to spoil the good parts for myself..."
Everyone else at the table had already dissolved into giggles, excluding Saix, who was simply eyeing his master with a look of confusion etched across his features. Xaldin resisted the urge to murder everyone at the table as he replied, "I've read that novel, and I can tell you the ending; the princess strangles the prince and slits her own throat, culminating in a murder-suicide at the dinner table. The rest of the people at their wedding reception dropped dead of heart attacks. The. End." He snapped. Luxord sighed.
"I hate it when novels end on such a downer. Oh well, there's always the chance of a rewrite...I've dabbled in fiction writing, and I always manage to find my characters a very satisfying ending. This novel could stand a few alterations, don't you think? Perhaps someone could contact the author." He murmured. Xaldin shuddered, trying not to break. This wasn't supposed to go like this. He couldn't survive this. Less than one day of this insanity and he was about to break down and cry at the table.
"The author would very much like to be left alone." He said softly, pushing his plate away and standing up, leaving the room in silence. Everyone looked at each other for a moment.
"I didn't know Xaldin wrote." Demyx said, interrupting the silence. "Was his book any good, Luxord?"
Luxord shrugged, a flicker of sadness passing across his features.
"I don't know." He murmured. "He won't let me read it."