Ch. 5
"OW! Zexion wasn't kidding about this, it hurts!"
"Suck it up, Superior."
Xemnas sat in a chair getting long silver extensions that flowed to the middle of his back. His small skimpy shorts and leotard were replaced with an even skimpier shimmering red dress, where the stomach was cut out and replaced with five strands of jewels hanging down over the Superior's toned stomach(1).
"Where are you getting these costumes, Marluxia?"
"Axel used to be a fire-breathing cross-dresser in his past life. He mostly accentuated his anorexic stomach," Marluxia answered, clipping small roses n his hair. Xemnas made a surprised sound at the new discovery about No. VIII, and stared at his reflection in the vanity mirror.
He looked like a pin-up.
The Superior had golden eye shadow dusting his eyelids and dark red lipstick on his olive lips. His eyelashes were thickened with mascara and his fingernails were filed and painted with drying orange polish.
He felt disgusting, to say the least.
'Dear God, why me?' Xemnas thought shamefully.
"Sooo…" Marluxia began slyly, "I hear from a reliable source(2) that you were dry-humping Xaldin in Vexen's broom closet."
"Mmhmm…" Xemnas said with boredom; the news about him and Xaldin spread throughout the entire Organization faster than school kids to a fight(3), and it had only happened 15 minutes ago.
"So…what's the child situation?" Marluxia asked innocently.
"Shut up or I'll command a berserker to rape you."
1. I'm basing all these dresses on the ones I see on Dancing with the Stars XD
2. A.K.A. Vexen.
3. I swear to God the reaction time for this is 0.5 seconds.