Author's Note: Okay, to be honest this idea was mostly Xemmy's. However, he didn't want to write it up in story format to post it anywhere so we tweaked the idea a bit and I wrote it for him. Thusly it's going on my account under the bloopers story. By the way, I stuck in a joke that Xemmy sent me the details behind because I really liked it.

I guess this is the sort of consequence the Organization just has to pay for letting Marluxia and Demyx go shopping for the group's robes alone.

Luxord: That's right, damnit, and never again!
Xemnas: I told you you should just let me pick who goes instead of accepting volunteers.
Axel: Damnit, no! Then you would've let Larxene go!
Org., Minus Axel, Marluxia, and Demyx: (glaring at Axel)
Larxene: This was all your doing, Vexen. I say we kill him.
Vexen: Wait, now! No killy the scientist!
Roxas: I think we should, it's his fault we got these ridiculous outfits; he wanted them to go instead of one of us. Besides, I don't like the way he keeps eyeing Demyx and me.
Marluxia: ...What?


Face the Consequences
People littered the aisleways, carts close at hand and the occasional child running past the adults. To say the store was busy would be an understatement.

Marluxia glanced back at Demyx for a moment then looked back to the list in his hand, only to do a double-take instantly and find the younger Organization member talking to a strange woman's baby...Could you call that thing a woman? It looked hairy enough to be Larxene first thing in the mornings before she shaved.

"Hey cutey." Demyx cooed at the child, reaching one finger out to stroke its cheek softly.

As Marluxia advanced, the baby giggled and took the blonde's finger in its hand, guiding it to its mouth and clamping its teeth down tightly around it.

"Holy sh-" began Demyx, eyes widening.

Clamping a hand over Demyx's mouth, Marluxia yanked his arm away from the baby and guided him back to the spot where he'd been standing a moment ago and released him. "Stay here and concentrate." he frowned, looking back down at the list again.

"That kid bit me!" shrieked the younger member, pointing the bitten finger at the accused infant.

"You shouldn't have been taunting it then. Those creatures are dangerous." was Marluxia's simple response, as if he were only half-listening to him.

"...It's a baby Marluxia. They're not supposed to be dangerous and they're not creatures."

"Clearly, you've never babysat before."

"Let's just get what we came for and get out of here."

"That's what I intend to do, if I can ever make out what the chicken scratch of our 'dear almighty leader' says."

"Hey, isn't it fitting you call it chicken scratch? He looks like a chicken after all."

"Yes...Go tell that to his face now. What the hell does this say?"

Holding out his hand, Demyx took the paper from Marluxia and glanced down at the handwriting. "13 scribble, 8 scribble, 1 scribble, 1 scribble, 3 scrawl, and 26 scratches." he announced with a cheeky smirk and a snicker after a few moments of examining it.

A few moments after the wise crack, Marluxia gave Demyx a sarcastic smile then smacked the back of his head with the list after taking it back from him. "Very funny, but now on the serious side, what does it say?"

Sighing, Demyx took the list once again and shook his head. "You just can't appreciate genius humor." he stated sadly, looking back over the handwriting again. At length, he spoke up again. "Well, I know one way to solve this problem."

"What?"

Before his very eyes, Marluxia watched with rising annoyance and surprise as Demyx folded the list in half, then half again, and tore it into little pieces. "What the hell did you do that for?" he hissed, smacking the blonde on the back of the head.

"We can't read what it said," Demyx began, rubbing his head gingerly, "And we don't want to waste time in here with all these people we don't know rubbing their humanity into our faces. So we can just forget about the chicken scratch list that chicken man wrote and-"

Whap.

"-Will you stop smacking me already?"

Marluxia sniggered. "Continue." he coaxed.

Rolling his eyes, Demyx shifted his weight onto one foot to avoid being knocked into a display of Kingdom H Vitamin cereal by a child who held a toy bow and arrow in one hand and another child who was chasing the first, a plastic sword in their hand. After the danger had passed, he continued, "We can just forget what the list might have said and go with what we think the Organization reasonably needs that might have been on it. Necessities, you know. Clothes we definitely know was on the list."

"Child Monthly." Marluxia added.

Demyx lifted an eyebrow at the graceful assassin, who shrugged unknowingly, then sighed. "And I know Axel wanted us to pick up some motion lotion."

It was Marluxia's turn to arch an eyebrow, but his response to this statement was the same he had given to his own previous one. The two decided unanimously to let the matter drop.

"At any rate, let's move on to the clothes section and get out of this part of the hell hole." suggested Marluxia.

"Good idea." agreed Demyx. "Why do kids seem to migrate for the frozen section anyway?"

"Perhaps their parental units have told them they'll get something sweet if they go with them and are really just plotting to freeze their children into submission?"

"Maybe. They could be trying to put their kids into the deep freeze for a while."

"I doubt it."

"Yeah, you're right..."

"Let's never speak of this matter around Vexen." Marluxia stated coldly, puffing his chest out.

Demyx snickered but said nothing, allowing his almost complete silence to go as a mutual agreement.

The next day...

Sora raced up the stairs to the next floor of Castle Oblivion, determination evident that he would defeat the evil forces at work here as his two friends followed at his heels.

"This is the next floor, guys, we don't know what we'll find up here so we have to be careful!" Sora whispered back to his companions as his cricket friend clutched a strand of his hair desperately to avoid being thrown from his perch and squashed under the feet of the duck or the dog.

"Agreed!" chorused Goofy and Donald simultaneously, nodding.

The Keyblade Master threw open the doors to the new room, racing in only to have his eyes widen and be forced to skid to a stop at the sight of a redheaded man just ahead of him.

"That must be Axel!" Sora said to Donald and Goofy, finally coming to a stop a few yards away from the pyro. "He- what are you wearing!"

There, before him, stood the redhead with his a chakram in each hand. A long, flowing, pink robe with one button near the stomach of it that was latched adorned his body, and the hints of a lilac belly shirt and vinyl black pants that hung just below his hips obvious from beneath the almost see-through fabric.

At the sight of near laughter and surprise on Sora and his friends' face, Axel frowned, smacking his forehead with his wrist. Shaking his head slowly, he growled, "Marluxia and Demyx went shopping."

"That explains it!" Donald laughed, already close to splitting his sides from how hard he'd been laughing even though it had been in such a short period of time.

"...Let's not tell anybody else about this, huh?"
The End?