AN: Don't even ask.
Right when I thought the day couldn't get any more boring, I was, almost gratefully, proven wrong. I heard shrieking, which I automatically recognized as Demyx's, followed by him running out of the kitchen with his ..ass on fire. I quite nearly burst into a fit of hysterical laughter, the struggle I had with my self not to, not easilly won. I heard Axel's almost sadistic laughter echoing out of the flame engolfed kitchen, lifting an eyebrow at the site of him bent over with his hand gripping his side, laughing hysterically. Tears streaming down his cheeks.
Axel and Demyx often got into arguments, being the complete opposites they were. But this was hilarious. It was so easy to imagine the daggers in Xenmas' eyes when he found out Axel had set the kitchen on fire for the third time that week.
Having had my laugh of the day, I continued on my way to the library to go browse through Xenmas' yaoi doujinshi comics, that I wasn't so sure he didn't draw himself. I shivered at the thought. If it weren't for Axel and Demyx, the lair castle wouldn't be a very lively place at all. Maybe he'd thank them for that one day. Maybe.
