Author's Note: For some odd reason, Xemnas came up with the thought of Marluxia breaking a nail and I had to write it up because I got a cute thought in my head. The pairing is slightly more unconventional than I usually write in that there are three people included rather than my preferred two. As for the time this chapter is set,...Let me have my fun alright?

It looks like people would know better than to mock someone so girly over something that obviously hurts...Girly men know the best payback devices of anyone I've ever met, I swear to God.


I Broke A Nail!
Marluxia's piercing scream echoed around the entire castle without remorse, leading Xemnas and Vexen to burst into the room where their lover sat on the bed holding a finger and cursing, his scythe dropped carelessly by his side.

"What happened!" shouted Vexen, ears ringing as Xemnas strode in briskly and grabbed the graceful assassin into his arms then sat down beside him, taking a seat next to the other side of Marluxia for himself.

"I was getting my weapon presentable for when it was my turn to fight Sora and I...I..." Marluxia began, sniffing, "I broke a nail!"

Vexen and Xemnas exchanged glances before staring down at the Nobody between them. "All that noise was over one damn nail?" grumbled Xemnas, Vexen nodding in acquiescense with this.

Marluxia glared at the two offending men and smacked each of them with the previously sore hand.

Simultaneously, the two yelped and lept from the bed, one hand over the spot where they'd been hit.

Marluxia blinked.

"That nail is like a weapon!" growled Vexen.

After a minute pause, Marluxia smirked. "Weapon, ehh?" With this, he stood and advanced towards the two. "I'll teach you to belittle my injuries!"

Xemnas and Vexen looked to each other, eyes wide, color draining from their faces. As Marluxia continued to advance towards them, they raced to the door and began a shoving battle over who would run out first.

"Come back here! I won't hurt you, I'll kill you!" shrieked Marluxia from over their shoulders, only spurring them on to try harder to escape the clutches of their lover.
The End?