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"You won't get any information out of me." He smiled, "But you just gave away Luxord's position. Thanks." He winked, "For everything." Axel got dressed and left, on a new search. Not for Luxord, but for another organization member.

Chapter 11:

"In the last chapter I made Naminé seem like a slut, I apologize for doing that. I thought that sence Roxas and Naminé needed information; she should have to go to some extent to please Axel. coughcough I didn't realize until about a week after that not only was she completely out of character, but she seemed like a crazy whore. I am so sorry for making her seem that way, but there was actually no other way to please Axel and get information, even though she failed….right…carry on"-Pinkdestroyfamilies –

"Oh god, did I really just do all that…for nothing?" Naminé cried silently, "Poor Roxas, I must tell him." She sighed and opened the door; one thing puzzled her again and again. Why was Axel looking for Luxord? She opened a black lacy portal and returned to her beloved Roxas.

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Axel stood at the white door; he had been there so many times. When the answer stood staring at him right in the face, he didn't realize it. He pounded on the door.

"Hold on!" A male's voice rang out.

"You open this door right now or by god I'll blast it down!" Axel roared.

"Just a minute!" Axel heard the man shuffling, trying to hide something.

"No, now." Axel brought out his chamracks and blasted the door clean off its hinges. "I told you." He said to a trembling Zexion.

"I told you I'd answer." He sighed.

"I'm not here for games. Tell me right now where you've hid him."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Zexion sounded unsure, as he often did when he lied.

"Luxord, hand him over or I'll rip this room apart."

"No! Not my papers, my research." Zexion pleaded.

"Then tell me where he is!" Axel screamed, taking Zexion by the coat and lifting him clear off his feet.

"Okay, okay, just put me down." Zexion said and fixed himself. "He's in the closet."

"You shoved him in the closet?"

"Well, you didn't exactly give me time to transport him somewhere else now did you?"

"Oh. Right. Hand him over then."

Zexion opened the closet and out fell an unconscious Luxord, breathing heavily.

"What happened to him?"

"I put him in an illusion. He thinks he's wining." Zexion winked.

"Well take him out of it then!" Axel screamed.

"No need to yell." Zexion rolled his eyes, "Why are you so pushy?"

"Do you want me to answer that?"

"No, not really…"

Zexion released him from the dream. Luxord stood, wiping the drool from his mouth, he stretched.

"What's everyone doing in my room?" He yawned, not sure of his own words.

"You're in my room." Zexion folded his arms.

"Okay, why am I in your room?"

"No time for silly questions. I have another favor." Axel pushed in.

"Another? But you asked me for one yesterday." Luxord smiled.

"Actually, that was like a week ago." Zexion cute in, Axel glared at him and he ducked back and sat on the bed,

"A week you say?" He shook his head, "anyway, what's this favor?"

"I need you to-"

"Say no more. I understand. You made a mistake. Got it." Luxord shook his head again, "What can I expect from you?" he joked.

"Ha-ha, now fix it before I get pissed."

"Like you aren't now?" The gamble protested.

"Fine," Axel grinned, "I'll just shove you in that closet for a few more days, see how you are after."

"Hold on, I'll do it." Luxord stepped away from Axel.