A semi-sequel to Missing Cards, except it's not really a sequel. It just contains stuff or references to and from my first story.

Yes, another Luxord fic. Why am I writing another? Well, duh, because Luxord is freaking pimp. Well, not really; unless you're reading Those Lacking Spines, because he is a pimp in that (for two chapters). I encourage you to go read it, for it is nummy-rific. Actually, there are going to be three other main characters (just not as main as Luxord) in this, too: Xigbar, Demyx, and Saïx. Ya know why? Because I think they'd be fun to write about; all four of them. And their personalities clash, sort of, so it should be interesting to write. Yep.

I don't own Kingdom Hearts, though, I wish I did. There will out of characterness, most likely? And, this is not a yaoi. Sorry to yaoi fans that might read this.

And this may not start out as silly as Missing Cards, or even be as funny as it. I'm not sure. I'll just have to get writing and see what happens.

Luxord sat at his desk. It had been three weeks, six days, seventeen hours, forty-seven minutes, and eighteen seconds since he had gotten his cawds back. That's right, he'd been keeping track, because his element is time. What now? Umm… anyways. Yes, it'd been that long. Zexion had avoided him since. He had currently taken up moping around the kitchen and library, drinking caffeinated drinks and reading depressing stories, like Sleeping Beauty. Lexaeus and he didn't speak much anymore, but there's no hard feelings, since it was Zexion's idea, 'cause he's a conniving little bastard.

The Gambler of Fate had been staring at a snow globe on his desk for thirty-eight minutes and fifth-two seconds. Yes, he was really bored of the castle. Even going down the canyon, across the valley, and through the forest of evil, evil trees to hang out at the Quikki Mart had gotten boring. But, the snow globe (yes, the snow globe) offered an escape for him. Inside was a snow scene (obviously, it was a snow globe). He liked to imagine he was there. Luxord liked snow, but he hadn't gotten any assignments lately; chances to escape from the castle.

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He continued to stare at the snow globe. "I hate this place. Well, I hate it as much as a Nobody can hate something, which isn't very much, but still. I'm bored." Luxord went on. He was even too bored to be a gentleman. He decided after a few minutes more of staring and brooding, that he'd walk around the castle and find someone to 'hang out' with. Even though that wasn't really his thing. Unlike in the last story, he teleported to the lobby and walked down some random hallways. At the end of one hallway he saw two girls, twins by the look of them. They matched in every aspect, from hair to clothing, they were basically the same. Ya know, except for them being two different people and all. Luxord just stared at them for a few seconds.

"Come play with us Luxord," they spoke in unison. "Come play with us forever… and ever… and ever." Everybody's favorite Brit just shook his head and walked away. After a few minutes of aimlessly walking through the halls on the first floor, he decided to go to the greenhouse. Maybe Marluxia needed help with his flowers. Not that he really liked Number XI or anything, he was just bored and needed something to do. Plus, he was a gentleman. He made his way there and walked in.

The Organization (or, Marluxia's) greenhouse, wasn't actually a greenhouse at all. It was more of a large backyard indoors. This area of the building was about four acres in area. Yes, Castle Oblivion is very, very large. Especially on the first floor. On either side of the entrance was a thick holly tree (like the doors to Moria in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring!) and the grass started where the marble floor ended, with a stone pathway winding around the garden. At the back of the 'greenhouse' was a small area devoted to maple trees; there were patches of flowerrs here and there, and a koi pond in the far right corner in front of the trees, with a stream flowing throughout the greenhouse. At one point, a bridge crossed over the stream where it intersected with the path. There were bushes along the edges. Marluxia loved the place; Luxord didn't really care for it, but he recognized that it was aesthetically pleasing and well kept. He looked around for Marluxia and saw him by the pond, feeding the koi.

"Marluxia."

The pinky-haired (yes, pinky-haired) man looked up from the feeding and turned around quickly. "O, it's just you. I thought maybe you were Larxene or Axel coming down here to destroy my garden."

"But I have an accent," Luxord replied incredulously.

"So? What's your point?"

"When I say your name it sounds like 'Mawluxia' instead of with an R sound," Luxord explained.

"O, yes, I guess that would make sense." Marly (because the author hates typing out 'Marluxia') looked at the ground in shame. Yes, he was ashamed. He didn't like being thought of as stupid, because, even though Nobodies don't have emotions, they have pride. He then shifted his weight to one foot, dropped the bag of fish food he was holding on the ground, and placed a hand on his hip. "Why are you here, anyways?" he asked rather rudely.

"Well, I came down here to ask if you needed help…" Luxord looked around, "with your gardening."

"Why are you asking? You never help people unless commanded. You're always too busy playing cAWds," Marly was suspicious that maybe Luxord was going to destroy his precious flowers.

"If you're asking because you think I'll destroy your stupid flowers, you're completely wrong. I'm down here because I'm bored, and thought this might provide me with something to do to occupy my time. And, I'm a gentleman, and gentlemen help people." Luxord flashed a charming smile.

"Right. Well, no. I don't need help. Demyx was supposed to come help me, as commanded by the Superior."

"Xemnas can command him to do this?" Luxord furrowed his brow.

"Yes. I told him that Demyx ruined my flowers, which was a lie, so Xemnas told him to help me water my plants." Number X raised his eyebrow at this. "The only reason I lied was because I needed help watering, and Demyx's element is water," Marluxia drawled.

"And that's justified?" the blonde scoffed. "You're an under-handed, conniving bitch."

"And you're no gentleman." Then, suddenly, the end of Luxord's statement hit him. "Asshat, I am not a bit-"

But he was cut off. By Demyx. "Hey, did anyone else see two little girls in the hallway?" Luxord and Marluxia turned to look at the younger man. "Because, I don't know if I was imagining them or not, but they kept telling me to come play with them… I was almost tempted to actually go and play, but then I remembered that you'd kick my ass if I didn't show up, Marly," Demyx stated with a shrug and a smile.

"Don't call me Marly," seethed Marly while clenching his fists. "And get to work watering the flowers. If you dare to flood my garden, I swear that I will slice your head off! Do you understand me?"

"Jeez, ya don't gotta be so pushy with me. You know I'd do anything for you, Marly," Demyx said, jokingly, while batting his eyelashes.

"Just get started…" Marluxia said to him, handing him a watering can and stalking away to the trees, before turning one last time and speaking before continuing to stalk away. "And don't flood the flowers!"

Demyx turned to Luxord, who was currently smiling at the conversation. "Damn, that guy has terrible PMS," he said, while indicating Marluxia by pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

"I agree… Well, since it looks like you're busy, and Marly doesn't need or want my help, I guess I'll be going. I'll find something else to amuse me." Luxord turned and started walking away. "Have fun watering his flowers, and remember: don't flood them! Bye Demyx."

"Yeah, fun, whatever…" Demyx then started humming Living On A Prayer, by Stellar Kart; because, though Bon Jovi did the song originally, the author has the cover of it stuck in her head. Luxord walked out of the green house, leaving Demyx to deal with Marluxia's constant bitching and complaining of how he's over-watering the flowers. That is a fate worse than having your toenails ripped out with rusty pliers. Something only Larxene could enjoy. That was all in jest.

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Luxord wandered the hallways of the first floor for a few minutes before he decided to go to the library. Maybe, just maybe, there would be something interesting to read, or someone to 'hang' with in there. All just wishful thinking, but whatever. He arrived at the library and walked in. In the far left corner he spotted his favorite midget: Zexion, sitting in an armchair, reading a book. Luxord walked over to him and sat down in an armchair next to him, on his right.

"Hello Zexion."

"Hn."

"What are you reading?"

"Sleeping Beauty," replied the younger man curtly, before shifting his position so that his right shoulder was facing Luxord. The Gambler of Fate raised his eyebrow at the book.

"Why Sleeping Beauty? That's a fairytale book…"

"Because it's a tragedy."

"No it's not… It's just written badly," Luxord explained.

"I can see that. And I don't care! It has a depressing mood set; it goes with my soul," Zexion replied, a bit overdramatically.

"Your soul isn't depressing, though… It can't be… you don't have emoti--"

"Depression is not an emotion, it is a state of being!"

"But it comes from not being in touch with good emotions."

"I don't care! Just let me be depressed!" Zexion whined, being the perfect example of an emo poster boy.

"All right… You can't be depressed, but I'm perfectly fine with that… Why are you being 'depressed' anyways? You've been acting this way for nearly four weeks, now."

Zexion looked up from his book, the tragedy Sleeping Beauty, and glared at Luxord. "Maybe you'd be depressed too if you were hung from a coat rack for eleven or more hours, while passers-by laughed at you and made all kinds of short kid jokes. Maybe you'd be depressed too if the only reason Xigbar took you down was because your shrieking was keeping him awake, and because he just wanted to move you to tie you to Axel's doorknob! Maybe then you'd be depressed, too!" The younger, shorter man then closed his book and threw it at Luxord, who portaled behind him to avoid getting hit with the book.

"Bugger! You're insane!" Luxord yelled, British accent showing more than ever, as he used a slang term.

"I am not! I'm just angry, or, well, I should be, at least."

"I think I'll leave you alone for a little while… You look like you need some time to yourself… or a large latté at least," Luxord said while walking to a bookshelf across the room. "But first, I need some good books to re--Hey! Who took all the Harry Potter books!"

Zexion calmed down a bit and then answered. "Roxas did. He likes Harry Potter, you know that."

"O, yes, the boy has good taste in bo--And The Lord of the Rings trilogy is gone! Someone took The Hobbit, too! They're taking all the good books!"

"Xaldin took those," Zexion spoke through clenched teeth. He really didn't like being in the same room as Luxord. He then sighed impatiently. "Didn't you say that you were leaving?"

"Ah, yes. I suppose I was. Maybe we can catch up later? We haven't talked much recently. We can have some tea! And, if you really want a tragedy, or something close to it, read a Stephen King novel," Luxord advised before exiting the library.

"Hahahaha. Fuck that idea. Like I'm ever gonna have tea with the man that hung me on a coat rack? Yeah right!" Zexion said to himself before getting up to retrieve his book from the floor. He really actually liked Sleeping Beauty; he wasn't reading it because he thought it was a tragedy. That's just a cover story.

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Luxord walked. He walked everywhere, down every hallway. Finally, he decided to go to the kitchen. Upon entering, he saw Saïx… making a smoothie. He really didn't like Saïx; after all, he was deftly afraid of him. But he was bored, and wanted something to do, so he attempted to hold a conversation with The Luna Diviner.

"H-hey Saïx… What are you doing?" spoke Luxord, with an anime style sweatdrop on his forehead.

"Making a smoothie," said Saïx, emotionlessly, while loading some strawberries and bananas into the blender, along with some milk, and then pressing the one button that makes everything go around and get blended and stuff. You know which button. Pardon the author if that's not what makes a smoothie; she doesn't know. All she knows is that they taste good. .

"O… well, that's interesting…"

"So it is."

"Um, uh, what are you going to do today?"

"Go to my room to drink my smoothie, and other things that are not of your concern."

"O, I see…" Luxord fidgeted. He didn't like talking to Saïx at all, and this conversation was making him nervous. And it was irritating Saïx, who was not the best person to get on the bad side of, Luxord decided. "Then, um, I think I'm going to go to the, uh, den and watch TV… Bye!" and with that, Luxord fled the room. Well, he didn't really flee, he just walked out quickly. Yeah, he power-walked out of the room. That's a good term for it. Luxord power-walked right out of the kitchen, down some more hallways, and into the den, where he saw Xigbar, lying on a couch in front of the community TV, watching cartoons.

"You still watch cartoons?" Luxord asked; he crossed his arms, half-smiled, bugged his eyes out, and raised one of his eyebrows. That'd be a funny expression to see on Luxord, so the author made him do it. Go look in the mirror and try it! And, yes, he does like to raise his eyebrow.

"Yeah, what of it?" Xigbar asked, without looking away from the dancing jellyfishies.

"Aren't you a little old for that? You have grey hair…" Luxord pointed out.

"Hey, man! The only reason my hair is partially grey, is because it changed when I became a Nobody," Xigbar looked away from the television and pointed to his hair when he talked about it.

"Right. And, why aren't you up in your room watching television? You've got a big screen plasma TV!" Luxord spread his arms apart, angled towards the floor, for emphasis.

"Because I don't get HBO! Duh!" The Freeshooter explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You're watching Nickelodeon."

"What's your point?"

"Someone else might want to watch TV, maybe?" suggested Number X.

"Yeah? Well they can screw off," Xigbar replied, turning his head back to face the television. "Besides, I'm Number II. That means, I'm everyone in this castle's superior and they must bend to my will." During that last sentence, he would point his finger into the couch cushion for emphasis on certain words.

"Whatever you say." Luxord then moved to sit down on a chair nearby. "Since you're the superior of everyone here, does that mean you could make Xaldin give me some books?"

"No. I don't want to." As the end theme song to the show he was watching played, Xigbar looked at his watch. "I gotta go somewhere anyways."

Luxord perked up. Maybe he could go to this 'somewhere' with Xigbar, to cure his boredom. "Where is this 'somewhere' that you need to go? Is it a mission?"

"Yeah. Xemnas assigned it to me about five hours ago. He said it was very important, but I was all like 'As if! I'm not gonna miss the marathon of my show today!' So, I waited. But now, it's like this, my show's over , so I'm leaving. Later Luxy." Xigbar then turned the television off and started walking out of the room.

At first scowling at the way Xigbar addressed him, Luxord then turned to follow his fellow Organization member. "Since it's a mission, do you mind me going? I might be abl--"

"Whoa! Luxord! I didn't know you really were gay! I mean, I know Larxene joked about it a month ago, but I didn't know it was true… I don't feel that way for ya man, sorry," Xigbar said, while rubbing the back of his head. Luxord had to resist the urge to commit ritualistic suicide right then and there.

"No! I'm not like that. Marluxia, maybe, but not me," the blonde explained. "I just wanted to get out of this castle. It's so dark and dreary and everything here."

"Dude. It's not dark. Most of the rooms are white."

"This room's dark!"

"That's because there aren't any windows and the TV was the only thing that was on."

"Makes no difference. I haven't gotten any assignments lately. No chances to leave or go anywhere," Luxord had broken his gentlemanly composure to whine. "Come on, Xigbar, I never ask for anything…"

"As if! I only wish that was true. Remember that time, it was right after you got your cards back and we hung Zexion on a coat rack, that you asked me for four munny to get your fat-free, sugar-free smoothie. I couldn't believe that! Four munny for something with nothing in it!" the elder man had started ranting. "Man, and you never paid me back for that!"

"Well, I'll pay you back!" Luxord started. "I mean, I'll pay you back, if you take me with you…"

The Freeshooter thought for a moment. "Okay, I'll let you go. Only if you stop whining and really do pay me back."

"Done."

"Good. Now give me the munny you owe me."

"I have to get it first… So, where is this mission going to be at?"

And with that, the two left the den, going to their own rooms to get extra cloak-jacket-thingies and clean under garments. Luxord also remembered to bring his munny, but hoping that Xigbar would forget by the time they were ready to leave. They met outside of Xigbar's room, he opened a portal, and they were off on Xigbar's mission.

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The end. Not really.

And that is the end of the first part. I'm not sure if I'll be able to finish this. I don't know. I'm not exactly satisfied with it, like I was with my other story. But I've got ideas for it, so that should help. Hopefully I will finish it. Although, if I don't, I'm apologizing ahead of time. And this one won't update as quickly as Missing Cards did.

Can ya guess what movie was referenced before Luxord entered the green house? Can ya guess what show Xigbar was watching? If you can, I swear, I love you. I really do.

Review pwease. Or, ya know, don't.

O, and I apologize to anyone I may have offended with this. Whether it be homosexuals, Nazis, or crazed fangirls that want to lynch me for making Zexion act like he did, I'm very sorry. I do not mean to offend anyone. I really do like Zexion and Marluxia and anyone else that I made fun of.