Chapter seven.
And now - we can all find out what the tenth potion does. Although, the chapter title should've given it away. And if it didn't...then everyone but me must me an idiot...
Pandemonium Ensues
Chapter 7
The Teenage Assassin
(VexenMarluxia, SaixXemnas, AkuRoku, LexZex, Zemyx)
Demyx fought back a grin and laughter and instead stared wide-eyed at Marluxia, along with everyone else in the room.
"Nice look there, Mar," Xigbar said, snickering.
The assassin of the Organization shot a glare at Xigbar, his eye twitching. "Shut the fuck up, Xigbar," he snapped. "You don't have to go through this shit again!"
Xigbar snorted. "And I'm glad. I hated being a teenager. Fuckin sucked."
"Hmmm..." Vexen wondered, casting a look over the baggy cloak on Marluxia. "You might need to get out of those clothes, dear Marly..."
Marluxia's face was immidietely void of all emotion and he clutched his cloak to his lean, teenage body. "You stay away from me..."
Roxas started snickering. Beside Demyx, Luxord started chuckling. Marluxia shot them both a confused look. "Vexen's a pedophile..." Xaldin muttered with a grin, causing the entire table - minus Vexen - to be roaring with laughter in seconds. Marluxia gulped nervously, clutching the cloak even closer to himself and stepped back a few feet. His feet got caught in the folds of the cloak and he tripped over onto his back, groaning when his head collided with the floor.
Xaldin paused. "Demyx... He's about your size... Go get him clothes that'll fit," he ordered from across the table.
Demyx stopped in midlaughter and looked at Marluxia, who glared back at him.
"And if you don't go, Marluxia," Xaldin continued. "I'll allow Vexen to undress you."
Marluxia was up in a flash, pulling Demyx out the door.
Larxene, still laughing, turned to the others. "Okay... So, Vexen. How do we fix this?"
Vexen didn't answer. He was currently daydreaming about how Marluxia looked without a baggy cloak covering his frame.
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Saix's jaw fell open. He slapped a hand over his eyes. And slowly backed out of the kitchen.
A naked Xemnas covered in whipped cream was not what he wanted to see.
He'd love to see Axel like that, though.
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Axel, sitting crosslegged in the center of the hallway, arms crossed and one finger on his chin, sighed.
Lexaeus, sitting beside him, raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking of a way to get Roxy."
"...I think I'll try that with Zexy."
And so, both sat and thought.
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Zexion stirred, rolled over, muttered "Demyx...", and started snoring.
Roxas glanced at him before turning his attention back to Larxene and Vexen.
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Marluxia raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding me? Right?" he asked Demyx, staring at himself with disgust in a very dirty mirror.
"It doesn't look as bad as it does in the mirror," Demyx said, attempting to clean a part of said mirror. "What looks black is actually light gray.
Marluxia blinked. So... That made the shirt light gray. And the navy blue, ripped, slightly faded blue jeans... not navy blue. Marluxia sighed. "I am not going to let anyone else see me like this," he growled to Demyx. "And move. You're blocking the mirror."
Demyx paused, looked at the half-cleaned mirror and stepped out of the way as Marluxia stepped forward and stared at himself. "Well..." Demyx said slowly. "At least your hair isn't so obviously pink now..."
He was right. Marluxia's formally pink hair had turned a mix of darkened pink and lightened brown, making - in his opinion - an absolutely disgusting shade. He snorted. "I hated being a teenager..."
"Aw, it's not so bad," Demyx said cheerfully.
Marluxia glared at him.
"Or maybe it is," Demyx said instantly, not quite sure if the teenage Marluxia could hold a scythe or not. And he didn't care to find out.
"Like I said," Marluxia muttered, glaring daggers at Demyx's mirror. "I hated being a teenager. And I hate you for returning me to this hell."
Demyx gulped.
But he couldn't help but think that he could've had a bunch of gay, teenagers in the Organization.
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Xemnas frowned. He had been sure Saix would like his dessert gift.
Maybe...Maybe Saix was nervous...
Ah. Yes. That was it. Saix was afraid to take his dessert in a public place, such as the kitchen. Xemnas smirked, proud of himself for figuring it out, and started after Saix, forgetting to throw his cloak over his naked body as he went.
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Their jaws hung open as Saix ran past, Xemnas - naked and covered in whipped cream - following.
Axel grinned, turning to Lexaeus. "Perfect, eh? Whipped cream!"
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In his sleep, Zexion uttered a low groan. One that poor Roxas could only interpret as being a sensual groan.
Roxas shuddered, eyes wide, and stared straight ahead, trying to dismiss the ever-growing idea of Zexion having dreams of sex with Demyx.
Sure. It's short. Don't like it? Bite me, bitches. It's not my fault I didn't feel like going more in depth with the yaoiness here.
Besides. That is a lot of yaoiness.
Expect an update...sometime. I have to figure out what to write. And when Vexen makes the antidote. So sit back. And enjoy the wait.
That's right. More waiting.
Hell.
Yes.
Bitches.
Rant over. Review me, dammit.