I am a bad person. Bad. Bad. Bad.

Pandemonium Ensues

Chapter 15

" From Child To Adult "

(VexenMarluxia)

"You have to do it."

"No. Not really."

"Yes. You do."

"No. I don't, really."

"But he said-"

"I don't care what he said!"

"...You become more like a teenage with each passing moment..."

"...I don't like you."

"Sweet. We can't feel, you know. Now go..."

"But I don't want to!"

"That's not important, dammit! Go!"

"No!"

Xaldin, walking past the room, was extremely curious to see who was yelling and why. He was feeling rather curious about everything currently, seeing as the current state of the Organization was mightily fucked up. "Larxene..." he said, drawing the attention of the two members. "Why don't you just drag him there?"

"I already tried that!" Larxene snapped. "The little asshole bit me."

Xaldin cocked an eyebrow. "You...bit her?" he repeated.

Marluxia, standing unhappily beside Larxene, rolled his eyes. "It worked," he muttered.

"If I told you that you were beginning to remind me of Demyx," Larxene started, clearly irritated with him. "will you go ahead and go to the lab?"

Marluxia shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere near that old, disgusting bastard!" he yelled. "And you can't make me."

Larxene's eyes narrowed, but before she could anything remotely useful, a spear lifted Marluxia up by the back of his pants, slammed him headfirst into the wall, and carried the now unconscious Nobody down the hallway. Larxene sighed. "Thank you, Xaldin," she said, starting down the hallway herself. "You wouldn't mind trading places with me for a while, would you?"

Xaldin shook his head. "No. I think you're the best for the job when it comes to keeping Vexen from molesting our Assassin."

- - - - -

In Vexen's lab, as Marluxia slowly gained his consciousness, Larxene finished telling Vexen about how she was going to keep him from doing anything to Marluxia that he shouldn't have.

Marluxia groaned and sat up, rubbing his head where he'd hit the wall. "Ahh... Dammit..." he muttered.

Vexen turned his head to Marluxia, smiling. "Ah, Marly, my dear," he said. "You'll need to strip."

Marluxia raised an eyebrow.

Larxene sighed and sent a bolt through Vexen's body.

"I mean," Vexen started again. "Lie down and spread your legs."

Marluxia looked thoroughly disgusted as Vexen received another shock.

"Just lie down," Vexen said, sighing.

Marluxia threw a look at Larxene, who waved her hand impatiently for him to lie down. More than slightly suspicious, Marluxia followed the order and waited for anything to happen.

There was silence.

Larxene sighed. "Vexen... Get on with it," she growled.

Vexen hesitated before picking up a syringe full of a light, purple liquid. He looked at Larxene, who glared back at him, and then slowly lowered the syringe to Marluxia's neck.

- - - - -

After making sure that the kitchen was definitely empty, Demyx crept slowly into it. Another glance down the hallway, and he leapt to the fridge, throwing open the door and looking inside. "Perfect time to be hungry," he muttered to himself as his stomach growled. "when a homicidal Keyblade wielder is after you."

- - - - -

Larxene, having been ordered to gather clothes for Marluxia to change into before Vexen administered his last part of the treatment, arrived at Vexen's lab to see the scientist apparently trying to rape Marluxia. She sighed.

Vexen jumped back from Marluxia as a bolt of electricity shot through his body. "Welcome back, Larxene," he said calmly. "I trust you've bought dear Marly some new clothes."

Larxene nodded and tossed the clothes to the Assassin.

"...Got a bathroom anywhere?" Marluxia asked, glaring at Vexen.

"There's a closet over there," Larxene said, pointing it out. "Have fun. And make it quick!" she added as he shut himself in it.

For a while, there was silence in the lab.

"...Seriously, Vexen, are you just getting hornier as time goes on?" Larxene asked, disgusted.

- - - - -

"You look like you're shrinking," she commented as he finished changing. "Do you realize how funny that looks?"

Marluxia glared at her, but before he could say anything, Vexen jammed the last syringe into his neck. "...Ouch. You asshole," he said clearly, before crumpling to the floor instantly.

Vexen sighed. "Looks like we're through, Larxene," he said. "Drag Marluxia outside and let him wake up on his on. You're free to go."

Larxene snorted as Vexen turned to his potions. "Vexen, you stupid old fuck," she said, kicking Marluxia into the hallway. "You haven't gotten your treatment."

"I don't need any treatment," Vexen insisted.

Larxene sighed and slammed the door closed. "...You're going to make this hard, aren't you?" she asked.

No answer.

"Fine," Larxene said. "The hard way it is."

- - - - -

Back in the kitchen, Demyx pulled out a tray of food that was probably Saix's. Planning on blaming the soon to be empty tray on Roxas, he smiled, and set it on the table, singing to himself as he did.

"...You're gonna end up smoking crack, on your back, face the fact..." He paused to dig a clean glass from the back of the cabinet. "...You're gonna end up hooked on smack, and then you're gonna die, and then you're gonna di- ack!" Surprised by the sudden appearance of a fellow member, Demyx jumped and dropped his glass to the floor. "Holy hell, Axel!" he breathed. "Give me a warning next time."

Axel rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever, Demyx," he said. "The might Superior wants to speak to you."

Demyx paled. "About what?"

"This shit you've created," Axel said simply. "That's what."

Demyx frowned. "...Really...?"

Axel nodded. "You're in trouble, Demyx," he said. "Serious trouble. And Xemnas is having a fit about how much this set us back." He laughed. "Look on the bright side, Demyx. Xemnas may never ask you to do anything, ever again. ...Unless it's incredibly painful, that is."

Demyx whimpered.

Oh snazzit.

I don't even think this chapter is over 1000 words.

But lookit me.

Not caring one bit.

So like yeah.

Only a few more things to sort out. Demyx's punishment and Vexen's treatment.

And then the ending. (: