Well. Here I am. I'm tired. It's late. OH my god. And I'm teasing you. Yes, yes I'm TEASING! Mwahahah. Fear me.

Anyway. I hope you like this random FILLER! I love these three so much. They have perfect personalities to tweak, they'd fit perfect as a troublesome trio. The schemer, the leader and the fighter; all serious, all psycho, all fun. They'll be important. They know about Axel and Demyx. OH NO!

Yes, two members on each level of the castle; thats how I work. Demyx is on the lowest floor with Vexen, the pool and the lab, and Axel and Zexion are on the seventh floor with porches for them to go out on...and for Axel to shoot fire around without damaging much. So, Zexion could here them. Oh snap.

Enjoy the teasing filler.

--W--

"I'm telling you," Zexion was sitting with Saix and Xemnas, the three have become rather tight, in the main livingroom. The TV was muted, and for once, they were all in jeans. Xemnas a bit more classy in his long sleeve white oxford, Zexion a but more 'punk' in a tight black shirt with a black-and-white belt matching the same pattern Keds, and Saix rather neutral in a blue T-shirt with green trim. All held some kind of alcoholic beverage. "I am telling you straight I heard it."

"/I/ think," Xemnas laughed, draping an arm over the back of his chair. "/I/ think you're drunk."

"Aren't we all," Saix chimed. Everyone wondered what the heck it was with him. He could drink a bottle of wine and be able to walk on a tight rope. They know, they've tried it.

"Well, okay, maybe I am but that is far besides the point," Zexion crooned, waving his free hand off to the side, taking a sip of what looked like Coke with a lemon in the bottom, though he'd added a bit of rum...just a bit. "The point /is/, my good gentlemen, that I heard what I heard and that's that." He nodded, matter-of-factly. "And what I heard was seeeeeeex." He drawled, laughing at the end of the sentence.

"...I think you need mental help." Saix smiled. "Then again I think you could be both the sanest of us sober, but the psychotic of them all when drunk. And I doubt you heard that," Saix raised his drink of tea-and-vodka towards the ceiling. "They hate each other more than...well...fire hates ice."

"Everyone hates Vexen," Zexion stated, looking at Saix with a 'smartaxx' look. "And I /know/ I heard it! I'm right smack dab on Axel's damn floor," Zexion stated, trying to stamp his foot but, since he was sitting sideways in a recliner with his feet over one side, he merely wavered and pouted.

"Well, even if they did have sex," Xemnas crossed his legs, waving his Bloody Mary(spiked tomato juice) at both of them," then I hope it was good. And perhaps they've gotten it out of their systems and can return to their previous state as the annoying duo."

"They'll always be that," Saix inserted, taking another drink and laying out on the couch between the two silvery-haired men. He watched as a weird little sponge talked to an obese pink starfish. "...Right..." He changed the channel.

"Well, from what I heard, I'm guessing it was /great/." Zexion laughed, spilling some of the coke. He giggled. "Loudness times three."

"I suppose we'll have to ask them about it when they show themselves." Xemnas grinned devilishly. "Maybe they taped it," He mused, laughing as he took a sip of his drink and set it on the chair-side table. He raised a hand in a 'stop' form. "We could sell it on the internet, neh?"

"Xemnas, you're a bxstxrd." Saix was always very blunt with his superior. The channels changed every three seconds. Nothing was on.

"Yes, we all know that," Xemnas beamed, reaching over and poking Saix's foot with his own. Saix looked up. "And we all know you're my bxtch."

"Oh. Owned." Zexion cracked up, having to set the drink on the table lest he spill it. Saix rolled his eyes and went back to the TV.

"Remind me never to let you drink again."

"That'd be like a life without sex," Xemnas gasped, kicking Saxi's foot again. Saix looked over like 'well duh'.

"WHO would you have sex WITH in this castle, you psychopathic...ngh." Saix went back to the TV.

"Well I can't fxck myself."

"Yes, well, I /realize/ that," Saix sighed, looking at his superior. Zexion had taken to snickering, spectating this ritual that the three men went through every day at eleven to three.

"Well if you realize that, then maybe you'd get the jist."

"There is no 'jist' Xemnas. The only people to fxck are men, and then there's Larxenne."

The trio looked around, for every time her name sounded, she seemed to appear. "And we all know no one would do that...'cept maybe Luxord."

"Well," Xemnas looked halfway puzzled, looking at the ceiling. "You make a good argument. Then again there's you."

"What about me?"

"Oh don't play koy," Xemnas smirked, batting at the air. "You're in my room so often we could be roomies." Zexion started cracking up, watching Saix turn red.

"Ah, well–" He tried hard to find an excuse. He came up with none. "We...uh..."

"Slam.Dunk." Xemnas and Zexion did a high five. Both would probably make deals later so that Xemnas could keep Zexion quiet about this, but for now it was their victory.

"Saix, you should wear a collar with a tag with his information," Zexion pointed at Xemnas, taking a larger drink of the coke mixture before setting it back down and laughing lightly. "So if you get lost, they can return you. And he can keep you on a tight leash."

"Oh, kinky bondage," Xemnas grinned fiendishly at Saix who had now buried his face in one of the couch cushions. "I like that idea."

"Why me...?" Saix whined, sighing as more laughter filled the room.