Luxord gets in trouble
I own no one here except for OP
It was a fine day in the castle that never was. However a certain blond was rather bored, and wanted someone to play cards with. Wandering about they came upon their guest perching on the back of the otherwise, filled sofa.
"Anyone up for a game of cards?" He inquired.
They got a few yes responses, and then turned to their guest.
"For the last time no!" Invader replied.
"I insist." Luxord mused.
"You will regret that." Invader countered.
"What could you possibly do?" Luxord replied.
"Try me." Was the only response.
"Very well then, care to place a bet on that?" He chuckled.
"leave her be." Came the voice of Zexion. "You really don't want to tempt her."
"Really now." Luxord smirked. "Very well I make the bet that if she can do something to me. I will be at her command for a week."
"I accept your challenge." Invader mused. "Have fun."
The rest of the day was rather uneventful , however during the early hours of the night. Invader was busy putting see through paper on a few doors. The next morning they wandered downstairs and found luxord in the kitchen enjoying some tea.
"Morning sunshine." They called.
"I'll rise but I wont shine, unless you cover me in glitter." They shot back.
"A bit cheeky today are we?" Was the reply.
Pulling out a slip of paper and a marker Invader asked Luxord for an autograph. Then slapped him one on the arm tagging him, and enticing him to chase her. Following them they noticed something written on Vexen's door to the lab. The marks had the E scribbled out and replaced with an I. That made the name vixen, making him laugh. Touching the door he found it had paper over it, and tore it away. Underneath was the same name, only with nudge nudge wink wink added.
"He he he he." Snorted Luxord just as Vexen came around the corner in a sour mood.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" He bellowed, turning to Luxord who had a marker in his hand.
"What, I did not do anything!" Luxord exclaimed.
"You do have a marker in your hand, and you are going to fix this at once!" He fumed.
With that Vexen entered the lab slamming the door shut. Tearing the paper away he tossed it at a nearby dusk, who disposed of it. Now he made his way upstairs to find the little imp.
"Hey what is the big deal?" Came the voice of an annoyed Xigbar.
Turning towards him , Luxord saw a pirate skill had been scribbled on his door.
"I would start running if I were you." He growled pulling his guns out.
Luxord turned and ran as some shots rang out barely missing him. Who knows what other doors had been scribbled on. Running by he ran into an angry Larxene, who's door was covered in electrical warning signs with luxords name on it. Some of the signs read high voltage, and shocking discovery on them.
"But that was not me!" He protested forgetting he was still holding that damned marker.
Larxene drew out her knives and pinned him to the wall, before going on her way. In a few min, Axel walked by with Roxas and Xion in tow. He was released from the wall, and now was bent on revenge. Fuming he made his way to the superiors office.
"I hope he is in." Luxord sighed.
On the door was written, the superior of the posterior.
That made him laugh and the door was opened. Out stepped Xemnas, Invader, and Saix.
"What is the meaning of this?" Xemnas asked.
"Luxord decided to write on your door." Invader mused.
"Oh hello superior..." Luxord said turning pale.
"Are you calling something demeaning?" Xemnas glowered.
"I think he means you just sit around all day." Invader chimed in.
"I don't mean that!" gulped Luxord.
"What do you mean?" Xemnas growled.
"He just means you are good at butt kicking, namely people who are stupid enough to scribble on your door." Invader spoke up.
"Saix will you do the honors?" Xemnas instructed.
Luxord turned and ran as an angry Saix chased, and eventually pounded him.
"Can you get this off my door." Sighed Xemnas.
"Sure thing." Invader said ripping the paper off.
"You did this?" Xemnas questioned.
"Yes luxored kept pestering me to play poker with him. Then egged me on to do something to him." Invader chuckled. "So are you gonna help pick out a dress?"
"A dress?" Xemnas replied raising an eyebrow.
"Well they did say they would do anything I told them too for a week. Unless you have any other suggestions." Invader informed him.
Xemnas sighed, and motioned for invader, to step back into his office to explain herself. Why he had not turned them into a dusk, was beyond even him. She was rather adherent to the rules, but would sometimes bend them for fun. Still the way she handled problems was a little unorthodox but otherwise alright. Finding the scribbles on the door, were just doodles on paper, was a relief.
Turning on the computer, they did a vast search of dresses. They finally settled on a lacy one that was fancy but still modest.
"The real question is, will he wear it." Invader asked.
"Don't worry about that." Xemnas spoke.
Later on Luxord woke up in the recovery wing, Saix had done a number on him. He had to admit that what she had done was well played. Still something did not feel right, in fact it was downright odd. Moving the blankets off himself, Luxord now realized he was wearing a dress. He nearly let out a yelp, no way he wanted anyone to see him like this.
"The proverbial ace up one's sleeve." He hissed to no one in particular
"Hi how are you doing?" Came the voice of Xion.
Luxord nearly jumped at the sound of her voice, how was he going to explain this to her.
"Just fine." Was the reply. "Why don't you go and have some ice cream with Roxas and Axel?"
"Ok." Said Xion walking out.
Xigbar stepped into the room, took one look at Luxord and started laughing. This amused him greatly, and they wished they had a camera at the moment.
"I never knew you were well into..." He chuckled.
"SHUT UP I AM NOT." Luxord fumed. "I woke up like this."
"Either way good blackmail, if you know what I mean." Laughed Xigbar.
"You would not dare!" Stammered Luxord.
Xigbar noticed Marluxia walking by, and then smirked.
"Hey flower boy, get over here." He called.
Marluxia glared at Xigbar for that, but entered the room, then got a look at Luxord.
"Well you are dressed to the nines." He smirked. "Say shall we, hook you up with Larxene?"
"Did you forget, she still might be mad, about the doodles on her door?" Luxord spoke up.
Unexpectedly Vexen wandered in, to check up on Luxord, then he saw the dress.
"Well that was not what I expected, when I ordered for you to be put in comfortable attire." He spoke.
"See you later ... princess." Cackled Xigbar leaving the room, with Marluxia smirking behind him.
" I am still thinking about what to do to you, for that incident with my door." Glowered Vexen.
"What do you have in mind?" Luxord asked slightly alarmed.
"Well given that you are in a dress." Vexen smirked. "As well as the fact that I copied the paper from the door."
"You would not dare." Luxord hissed back.
"Well who is dressed for the part, and all you need is, make up, and a wig." Cackled Vexen.
"I can make a deal with you!" Luxord said now sweating a bit.
"No deal." Came the voice of Larxene. "Now time for your makeover."
Not wanting to partake in this, Luxord got out of bed, and ran out of the room.
"Well that was fun." Larxene chuckled. "Now do we follow him, or do we just let them go?"
"Let them go." Mused Vexen.
Luxord opened a portal to his room, and found a certain someone waiting there.
"So are you going to ask me to play poker again?" Invader questioned.
"No." Was the reply.
"Good, and sorry about Saix that was most unexpected." Invader apologized.
"So tell me where did you come up with that scribble?" Luxord mused with a smile.
"Off the top of my head, like most things." Invader replied.
"Unpredictable and impulsive." Luxored chuckled. "I do wonder, what is in that head of yours."
"So what am I going to do to you?" Invader asked Luxord. "You are still under my command for the week."
"Have some mercy" Luxord pleaded.
"You can get out of that dress." Invader smirked. "However you are going to wear this bow."
Luxord groaned, the bow was a neon green, with yellow stripes, and very large. This was going to be a very long week.
The end