"Luxord!"
"Nuh…?"
"Luxord! Wake up!"
"Whunnn…?"
"Zexion's gone! They've got Zexion! They stole our win!"
"What…--Aaaaauchhh!" The Gambler was rudely awoken by a large amount of electricity being passed through his body. Larxene snarled down at him, her palms crackling.
"THEY. HAVE. STOLEN. OUR. WAY. TO. WIN." She hissed, each syllable cold, clear and pronounced. Luxord blinked a few moments, still gripped by sleep- he had obviously fallen asleep over his cards again; one was stuck to his cheek. Peeling it off, he narrowed his eyes at Larxene.
"They…?" he asked warily. Larxene gave an exasperated huff.
"Well who the hell else?" She growled. "Gunbutt and Fuzzfeatures!"
"Oh…" Luxord said slowly. Larxene growled at him, sparks flying off of her gloves; a sure sign that she was angry.
"You assured me that we wouldn't lose, Luxord- if we lose to those two then I swear to all nothingness that you're going to regret it…" She hissed. Luxord slipped into his poker face as inwardly, he screamed.
"So what fantastic plan do you have now?" She asked sarcastically "Because I hope it's better than your last one, for your sake…"
Luxord considered this for a moment.
"…We are going to get Zexion back."
"I was hoping you were going to say that." Larxene purred, grinning maliciously, clenching her fists.

"Had enough yet, Zex?" Xigbar snickered.
"Never!"
"Ooooh! Can I Xald, can I!?"
"Go ahead." Xaldin smirked. Xigbar's face split into a grin as he slapped his hand over Zexion's exposed stomach, making the Schemer yelp.
"Pink belly!" He crowed, cackling. Zexion scowled at him, gritting his teeth against the throbbing of his sore skin. Held by Xaldin's lances up against the wall, beside Demyx, Zexion shook his head.
"I'm not doing it, you two!" Zexion hissed. "I won't!"
"You disappoint us, six. Xigbar?" Xaldin sighed with theatrical weariness.
"Pink belly!" Xigbar shouted again, striking Zexion's stomach in exactly the same spot- and true to the game; the slate-haired Nobody's pale stomach was pink and throbbing from repeated slaps.
"Leave him alone!" Demyx whined. Xigbar grinned at Demyx and slapped Zexion again.
"Want me t' do it to you as well as him?" He challenged. Demyx whimpered and shut up, holding Zexion's hand tightly as the Schemer was subjected to another blow.
"Come now Zexion- be cooperative; we'll make it worth your while- much more than Larxene and Luxord ever could." Xaldin said idly, stretching out and yawning. Zexion whimpered as Xigbar raised his hand again.
"…Fine." He muttered, squeezing Demyx's hand tightly as a way of apology; but sweet kingdom hearts- his stomach hurt.
"Excellent…" Xaldin purred. "I think you'll find working for us to be so much more rewarding, VI…"
Xigbar snickered darkly and gave the Schemer's stomach a light pat for good measure, making Zexion wince. The lances were withdrawn and Zexion found himself lying on a heap on the floor a second or so later, before being yanked up by Xigbar.
"C'mon dude- be cool." Xigbar smirked. Zexion rolled his eyes and muttered something incoherent, which Xigbar chose to ignore.

"Xald? Ya brought the camera, right?"
"Of course I brought it." Xaldin said irritably, polishing the lens with his sleeve. Xigbar turned to Zexion.
"Okay dude- you know what t' do. Get t' work!" Xigbar grinned, hands on hips
"Who am I being?" Zexion muttered angrily, shoulders hunched.
"You, first off." Xaldin smirked. "We'll be needing everyone except for Demyx, Marluxia, Saix and Vexen."
"An' me an' you, obviously." Xigbar added. Xaldin frowned.
"Why?"
"…No reason, dude- I just thought it'd be safer…" Xigbar said guardedly. Xaldin gave him a suspicious look, which Xigbar countered with a toothy grin. Shaking his head wearily, Xaldin raised the camera to his eyelevel.
"Alright, Zexion." He nodded. Zexion grimaced, but caught sight of Xigbar cocking one of his guns and smirking at him. Sighing, the Schemer began to pluck at the buttons of his trousers and kick off his boots.

This was going to take a while…

Larxene was the first one to hear the click of the camera shutter, followed by Xigbar's manical laughter. Dragging Luxord along by his hood, the Savage Nymph wasted no time in hurling kunai in all directions before she even reached the turning to look wherever she was going. After a few rounds of knives, she was rewarded with a satisfied scream of pain- which turned out to be from Xigbar, who had a small throwing knife now imbedded in his backside.
"Fuckin' bitch! Watch it!" He hissed angrily, firing a shot back, before realising who the hell it was. Larxene dodged the shot easily and growled- startling Xaldin who was photographing…herself…?

A long, hideous moment passed.

"Hiya Larx…" Xigbar grinned nervously. Larxene stared back into her own eyes, before she raked them over the reflection of her own body, seeing herself, but nude.
"Zexion." She growled; it wasn't a question. The slate-haired Nobody reverted back to his original form instantly and whimpered, cowering behind Xigbar.
"He's the one you want!" Zexion said quickly, pushing the gunner forwards. "Take him!"
"Scumbag!" Xigbar spat angrily, but then yelped as another fistful of knives was flung at him.
"Retreeeeeeat! Run awaaaaaay!" Xigbar hollered, dashing into a portal and dragging Xaldin along with him by his dreadlocks, pulling a snarl from the Lancer. A furious scream from Larxene echoed out into the darkness with them as Xaldin narrowly avoided a deep gash in his leg.

Turning back to Zexion, Luxord glared down at him.
"I hope you're going to do for us what you did for them, Zexion- because if you don't, then rest assured that I will divert Larxene's anger unto you…"
The Nymph was currently screaming blue murder at Demyx, who was too petrified to speak or even blink. Zexion was surprised that Demyx hadn't burst into tears. They were both Larxene and Luxord's superiors…but there was no way that they were going to try to enforce that.
"Luxord- you know as well as I do that I can only do it five times in twenty four hours…" Zexion said quietly. Luxord narrowed his eyes at him.
"And who did they request?"
"…Lexaeus, you, Larxene, Axel, the Superior and they also took a picture of me before we began."
Luxord scowled and was about to say something, before his face became a mask of sunny realisation.
"They did not request themselves?"
"No." Zexion confirmed. "Why?"

"Larxene!" Luxord shouted, grinning. "Don't kill them yet- there's still hope!"
Xigbar and Xaldin had every picture now…but they were missing one of each other…and Luxord knew them both very, very well; neither would be willing to share a prize as big as the one they competed for…
"So what do you intend to do?" Zexion asked idly, trying to conserve his modesty.
"Hmm?" Luxord replied, watching Larxene threatening Demyx and call him every name under the sun. "We don't intend to do anything."
"Then won't you lose?" Zexion frowned. Luxord chuckled ominously.
"Oh no- I said that u we /u don't intend to do anything…I didn't say anything about those two…they'll be each other's downfall, and Larxene and I will be there to salvage the wreck of their partnership…"
Zexion shrugged.
"…Sounds like fun all around, then."