Ch. 3
"Aah…Marluxia!"
"Calm down, Zexion."
"But it hurts…!"
"Zexion, just relax!"
"Superior…! AH! Not so hard, Marluxia!"
Xigbar, Xaldin, and Lexaeus stood outside and listened intently to what was going on behind No. XI's bedroom door.
"What are they doing?!" Xaldin asked.
"Threesome, I think." Xigbar replied, slightly pale from nausea.
"I didn't think Zexion was into that kind of thing…" Lexaeus stated thoughtfully.
"Zexion, relax and everything will be fine."
"…Vexen! Stop pulling it!"
"Vexen's in there too!?" Xaldin exclaimed, "Sick…"
"Done."
The bedroom door opened, revealing a very unhappy looking Zexion, his hair sporting long, wavy extensions and floral clips. No. VI wore a skimpy, sparkling orange dance dress worthy of those so-called dancers on Fox's "hit" TV show Dancing With The Stars, with an open stomach and frilly flappers in the back.
"Those extensions fucking hurt!" Zexion exclaimed, rubbing the spot where Marluxia sewed in the fake hair. Xemnas, Vexen, and Marluxia joined the group at the door
"I told you to relax," Vexen stated matter-of-factly.
"Wait, so let me get this straight," Xigbar began uncertainly as Zexion threw Vexen a death glare, "you guys were dressing up No. VI and futzing with his hair?"
"Of course," Marluxia answered nonchalantly.
"He was seriously bitching about it too much," Xemnas said, folding his arms, leaning against the door frame, and earning a rude gesture from the Cloaked Schemer turned Barbie Doll.
"Why? What did you think we were doing?" Vexen asked.
Nos. II, III, and V turned to each other before answering.
"…Nothing…!"