Chapter 3:

Recap:

Xemnas sighed, "Well, I guess I have no other choice. Number VIII, Number IX, you are to be Number XI's caretakers until this potion wears off or until Vexen makes an antidote…Whichever comes first."

Marluxia walked calmly through the hallways of his beloved Castle Oblivion. As he passed by each window, he took in the beautiful sight of a green aura of darkness that surrounded the fortress, a memory of peace taking over him. As he watched the morbid scenery with mild amusement, he started to gradually shrink, lower and lower, until he could not see over the window ledge. Smaller and smaller he got, until he was about the size of a mouse. Marluxia looked up, and gazed frightfully into the eyes of Vexen, who was laughing maniacally at Marluxia's predicament. Then, suddenly, Vexen lifted his foot and slowly brought it down on top of Marluxia. The last thing the Graceful Assassin remembered was Vexen's size elevens feet away from crushing his body into oblivion, when suddenly he woke up in a fearful sweat, panting heavily, realizing that the dream was somewhat real. He was not the size of a mouse thankfully, and he was not being crushed by Vexen. Instead, he was a five year old in pink diapers and a black nightshirt that used to be moderately fit, now hung loosely off of his small body.

Oh joy.

He made his way out of bed to his closet, and tried his best to find something to fit him. When nothing was found, Marluxia settled for a navy Lacoste polo shirt and a pair of shorts. Since the shorts were a bit too large for his newly small stature, Marluxia poked a new hole into one of his belts and snaked it through the loops so the shorts could fit. Fixing his hair a bit and rubbing the last of sleep from his eyes, Marluxia made his way down to the dinning room for dinner, assuming it was around that time. His assumption was correct, which was convenient because he was seriously hungry.

The rest of the organization watched in shock as The now five year old Marluxia struggled to climb into his tall dinning chair. About five minutes passed with a few soft 'awws' and 'oh my god he looks so cute!' and Zexion, who usually sits next to Marluxia, gently picked him up and placed him in the chair. Marluxia gave him a soft mumble of thanks, stared hard at his empty plate. Vexen sat a few chairs away from him, and was writing quickly in a notebook concealed under the table. 'Probably recording my new look, that old bastard,' Marluxia thought viciously to himself. Xemnas arrived last at the table. He sat at the end next to Lexaus and Xigbar, and as he looked around the table, he couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the sight of the Graceful Assassin's little head just barely peeking over the table. The entrance of a few dragoons and samurai Nobodies signaled the beginning of dinner. The meal went by quite peacefully, except when Marluxia's little fingers slipped on the fork and flung a bit of pork chop into Luxord's lap. Luxord reacted with a breath of annoyance, but a kind forgiving look on his face, understanding Marluxia's predicament and not getting too angry. A few comments were passed around about the little Marly as dinner continued.

"How the hell did he get like that?"

"Probably one of Vexen's experiments, Roxas."

"But, Xaldin, why would he take that willingly? Nobody acts as one of Vexen's test subjects. I mean, they could end up without a penis anymore, or worse…!"

"Do you really thing Marluxia took it willingly?

"…Unless he wanted to be a girl, but no, I don't think he would…"

"Exactly"

"…He'd look cute in little footie pajamas, wouldn't he, Xal?"

"Ha! You're right! But , don't let him hear you say that, we might lose a testicle."

"Oh shit, you're right…meep…"

About an hour later, the plates were taken away. Because of his small hand and not being used to handeling utensils like he used to, most of the food ended up either in his lap or the sides of his face it's hard to figure out where your mouth is when you've gone to being about 23 to being a five year old!. Xemnas, unfortunately, seemed to notice this. When everybody started to get up from the table, he made his way towards the Messy Assassin, a small smile on his face.

"Well, Marluxia, I see you've managed to get food everywhere but your mouth."

"Don't rub it in, it's not nice to make fun of people's problem's y'know!"

"Well, it seems the inevitable must happen…"

"Which is?"

…

"…Bath time…"

See that little blue button at the bottom there? Submit a comment, it makes us feel loved. Do it. Do it now. The power of darkness compels you!

-Frankie and Julia, The Co-Authors

ps, Frankie is a girl. she was named by a best friend and it stuck.