"Saix."

"Yes, Master Xemnas?" the blue-haired Nobody said, looking up from a pile of papers dissecting the nature of the Heart. His mouth thinned ever so imperceptibly as he saw that Xemnas had flecks of glitter in his hair.

"You have noticed our new arrivals, I assume," Xemnas said icily, giving no hint that he was staring at the red bow in Saix's hair.

"You mean the three new Nobodies."

"Yes. Hikarix, Sum...Sumyx...the one with streaks in her hair, and..." Xemnas pursed his lips, reflected momentarily that Saix already respected him enough not to care if he couldn't pronounce the third new comer's name, and said simply, "And the other one."

"I have, yes," Saix muttered, a shadow of irritation flashing across the hollow spot where his heart once sat.

"I don't know if I like this."

"Sir?"

"They may be Human Shaped Nobodies, yes," Xemnas drawled, sitting down opposite Saix and clearly getting comfortable for a nice long ramble. "And they're quite powerful, I'll admit. Hell, they even have multiple elements. But...the girls," he said so derisively enough that Larxene, should she be in earshot, would count herself unincluded. "They seem unable of going five paces when in the presence of VI, VIII, IX, or XIII without being swamped by only a few Shadows. And this is not to mention the decline in productivity the aforementioned members have shown since the two found themselves at our Doorstep quite unannounced."

"Indeed."

"And alright, so...the boy gets his work done, and he could probably take three of us in a fight. But he refuses to wear uniform! And he spends more time cutting and primping his hair than doing any actual work. And how can one person have so much metal in their face and still manage to get catcalls from passing princesses? It's astounding!"

"Mmm."

"But you know the worst part?" he asked, clearly rhetorically. Interrupting Xemnas during a monologue, as Demyx had taught the group, got you three weeks on cleaning duty with the Berserkers. "The absolute worst? I can't even find Lexaeus or Vexen anymore! And when I do, Lexaeus seems to have lost easily 75 of his brain, and Vexen is leering at his Repliku! It's insanity, Saix, simple insanity. And I won't even mention that all Luxord seems to do these days is play poker or solitaire."

Saix nodded vaguely.

"But that's still not the worst part, Saix. You know what really is the worst part?"

"Sir?"

"I found your planner, Saix. You left it in the Room of Neverlasting Echoes. And do you know what was inside it?"

Saix quirked an eyebrow, face as impassive as always.

"Tuesday. 7:00. Rape Demyx. 8:00. Rape Roxas. 9:00. Rape Axel. 10:00. Tea. 11:00. Rape ME."

There was a terrible pause.

"I don't have a planner, sir."

"I know."

"Then why...?"

"Your name was on it."

"Ah."

Another pause. Xemnas drummed his fingers lightly on the table. Saix flipped a page.

"I wish the Keyblade master would hurry up and kill us all already."

"Agreed."