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Xemnas looked down on the small girl from atop his high throne. He was very pleased with Vexen's work (the first time in a long series of disappointments) this time. "Number XIV…do you have any questions before I send you off to Vexen?" There was no answer. The leader of the Organization couldn't help but smile; she was silent and obedient, something he wished and missed about some of the other organization members. Dismissing 'Xion' with a wave he finally relaxed in his seat. The moments Xemnas would feel grateful for until one of his greatest mistakes woke up. Suddenly, nothing seemed very relaxing anymore.

Vexen, to say the least, wasn't very hard at work. Luxord had already awoken and was playing solitaire in the corner since the older man had no luck with cards or any knowledge of how to play. Demyx however showed signs of being fully conscious and insisted on playing dead. It's only a matter of time before Xemnas sends HER down anyway, the moody scientist thought. That'll at least distract me from the nonsense of these two buffoons. Vexen opened one of his books on metallurgy, and waited for the inevitable visit. Number IV had reached the barely reached the bottom before the man previously preoccupied with solitaire asked, "Does Alykxander remember our little stint in Port Royal yet, or are you procrastinating with that little tidbit?"

"I didn't know I was supposed to. Why don't you just tell him?"

"Ha ha… cause that would be very awkward from my position."

"What did you do this time, you barely tolerable neophyte?"

"Well, before I begin, I'd like to confirm there was an…'intolerable' amount of rum inside of systems-"

The two were interrupted by the creaking of a doorknob. A lithe, cloaked figure stepped in and asked,"Vexen?" The eldest member in the room sharply asked Luxord to continue his story at a later time. "Yes, my good girl. What do you require of me?"

Among the gargoyles of the cursed prince's castle, a hooded man sat where one of the demonic statues once had. Its remains lied upon the small bridge in front of the castle gates, the only intact piece being its head. Xaldin took in the fresh night air, breathing deeply. It was a shame the castle itself was not up for grabs. Once the beast is a Nobody he thought, maybe this will be converted into a second base of sorts. The rapid staccato of hooves upon stone rattled the stillness of the night, and grew closer and closer until it stopped almost instantly. "Belle?" a man with an authoritative and yet calm voice asked. Xaldin stood and cracked his neck; his quarry waited over twenty feet down. Number III took a single step, and fell down toward the earth gracefully, landing without a single sound.

And right in front of Gaston's horses.

The man himself was not alone; several other men, armed with blades and axes and torches, stood at both of his flanks. Gaston for a moment appeared frightened, though straightened his back to appear collected. To Xaldin, he was as easily read as a book. "Xaldin," Gaston inquired. "What brings you here so late in the hour?" The Whirlwind lancer scoffed. "For almost the same reason you are here, Gaston."

"You wish to be rid of the Beast."

"No, my Superior gave me a message. He desires an audience with you immediately."

"And should I refuse this rendezvous?"

"You die. As you would have anyway if you really succeeded in killing the Beast."

"So I am expendable and that monstrosity is not!"

"If you disagree, perhaps you should remember the circumstances of our agreement. You are nothing more than an overseer, and if you interfere or so much as lift a finger out of line, you will die."

"Then consider our 'agreement' null and void! I'll be hanged if I'm to be ordered to allow a demon to live!"

Four of his men charged at Xaldin; each was impaled by a single deep purple and white lance, and flicked off. As the remaining six hesitated, the black-clad warrior vanished. A slight breeze passed over their bodies and Xaldin came back down from the sky, throwing one lance for each man. As accurate as any arrow shot from a bow, they pierced each target leaving Gaston completely defenseless. His horse had left him fleeing into the woods and alone with a hooded Xaldin, who underneath his black garb wore a predatory grin.

The hellish desert sun of Agrabah showered down upon the three figures in black. The crowded bazaar only added to their torture, as did the several loud shouts in foreign languages. Both Alykx and Jyxa had removed their hoods, but Ixmina kept hers up. "You know, I'm starting to think Xemnas isn't all that nice of a guy," Alykx said. Ixmina groaned, and then replied, "Do you think it's odd that no one has started paying attention to us? I mean, everyone here is…colorful and we're just three kids in black coats."

"Speaking of which, Jyxa, aren't you supposed to be translator for these…half-people."

There was no reply to his inquiry. Alykx turned around abruptly seeing only one garbed figure as to the usual two. "Where the hell is he?"

"How am I supposed to know? The guy is like a four year old at the mall with a six pack of beer."

"Well I-wait what? How can you possibly know what that's like?"

"I traveled a lot when I was…whole."

"Ah, well, I'm going to have to ask you about that later because right now we need to find a really white blond kid in a black coat."

"Well, this is going to be hard. Maybe we should look over by the hookah display."

"Sarcasm duly noted."

The two wove through crowds of pedestrians peering at every stand. No sign of a shock of blonde among the dark-skinned and dark-haired populace. Alykx almost resorted to asking if they had seen him then his light bulb of inspiration flickered above his head. "Wait here," he said to his companion, before turning into wisps of grey smoke. Ixmina sat down and exhaled sharply. She bided her time by playing with a light green mote of light, turning it over in her fingers, watching it contort into different silhouettes of animals or people. Her meditative calm, after probably a few minutes of being alone was broken by an unbelievably obnoxious directly above her exclaimed, "Hey, you just going to sit there all day?" Ixmina looked up to see a flapping blue and red bird with an enormous beak hovering above her head. "Unless you've seen a blonde white kid with green eyes in this hell, I have nothing to say to a bird." Probably shouldn't have sat down by the hookahs then, she thought. "Wait a minute; I've seen a kid like that."

"Bird, start talking. Where is he?"

"I saw him by the front gate; I think he's about to leave the city which isn't quite a good idea if you're asking me."

"Thanks a bunch. You've saved me from an afternoon deducing what is and isn't a hallucination."

Before the colorful bird could say anything else, the girl started plowing down people with surprising strength considering her narrow frame. Ixmina's thoughts drifted briefly to Alykx but she was positive that could wait a moment longer. She slammed into an unmoving wall, and almost fell back from the contact. She quickly recovered and immediately ran around. As soon as she had passed it, the 'wall's' hand reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. A turbaned man glared at her with a scowl on his face. Communication, she knew, would be useless; Ixmina summoned her naginata and cut the man's hand clean off, some off the blood lightly painting her cheek. Again she ran, faster than earlier completely ignoring the choked screams of the now handless giant. Finally, the sea of cloth and flesh seemed to part. A blonde boy stood in front of the gates. He casually tossed away a pair of long and thin tonfa with ease, and Ixmina's mood darkened. Jyxa's body, on the floor and unmoving, was directly in front of the grinning boy. She immediately took action; Ixmina leaped high into the air, weapon wielded over her right shoulder, the curved blade pointing downwards. A fraction of a second before impact the young boy whirled to the right and placed one palm on the handle of the pole weapon. The girl raised her hand and immediately green light poured forth. Her opponent dodged, relinquishing his grip on the naginata. Ixmina coldly moved it in a wide vertical arc, transfixed as blood poured forth from his chest. A single cut was all she needed to bring him down. Almost immediately, the blonde gasped, "Poison." The girl rushed past him, then knelt down to her ally. He was breathing steadily, but there was an unholy bruise on his collar bone. Not snapped or broken, she thought, but pretty close to it though. Then, she noticed a rather large bag in his right hand…

Alykx was soon by her side, he too with a sack, but his was moving. "Is Jyxa okay?" he asked, seemingly out of breath. "Yeah," she replied then peeked inside his bag. It was…full of clothes. We only wear these coats, she thought. Why does he need anything else? Ixmina turned her attention to the second one in Alykx's hands. "Your bag is squirming," the robed girl blankly stated. Muffled shouts could be vaguely heard from it, most in what sounded to be the foreign language. Either way, the words did not sound very polite. She turned her attention back to Jyxa as Alykx repeatedly punched the bag with a perfectly straight face. "Jyxa!" she yelled at the top of her voice. "I'll wake him up," Alykx promised and leaned in closely to the blonde's ear. "DO YOU LIKE PANCAKES?" he bellowed and instantly the fallen organization member shot up like a bullet. "If you sing that I just might have to maul you with a jaguar holding a chainsaw." The older boy slowly righted himself and walked over to Jyxa's attacker. "He's not dead, Mina. I assumed you'd have tried to chop him to pieces."

"I cut him right across his chest."

"I don't see a cut anywhere, love."

"Well, then spend the next couple of hours eviscerating him or something. Jyxa, why the hell did you buy these jeans? These are for girls!"

Jyxa puffed up like a fish. "Do you know how hard it is to find jeans in this goddamn third world…would we call it a third world world because that sounds incredibly redundant." Alykx cut in between the two before they could really start arguing which would most likely end in Jyxa being found all over Agrabah in sets of four (lungs not included!). "Dudes he's got a long black thingy and he's rubbing it." Both of their eyes widened although not for the same reason as Alykx. "Oh, mature guys. Wait a sec; I think I know this guy." Matthias smiled, and a red whirling smoke exploded between the two, and a middle aged man with a black turban and robe ensemble manifested out of it. "Shit," he breathed. The servant of darkness laughed lightly, despite his earlier wound at Ixmina's hands. "Well, Jafar, that was a lovely entrance. Ready to annihilate some idiots?" Jafar glared at him. "Who do you think you are, giving me orders? I'm assuming the witch sent you to check up on my mission?"

"Correct-a-mundo."

"Well, then you should know that I am finished being her pawn. What point is there in conquest if it is not for one's self?"

"Well, I'll be sure to tell her that. Later, old guy." With that, once more the boy traversed through a corridor of darkness.

Jafar turned his attention to the three. Alykx tilted his head backwards. "Now, dearest comrades, remind me of our enigmatic assignment to this furnace crusted with sand." Ixmina coughed once and began. "I quote 'go to Agrabah and find the whereabouts of Jafar because I know that bastard is still alive'. Which I believe has already been, as of now, completed admirably."

"Right then. Now in that specific context we were tasked with the noblest duty of the acquiescing of information regarding you, fine sir. In such context one would assume that our lovely assignment would require the elimination of hostilities which were not quoted as such. Jyxa, would you care to evaluate our company's situation?"

"That I would. As per circumstance of you being alone against us three, the odds are exponentially not in your favor. Since our prowess regarding chivalrous combat is above exceptional, that also decreases your chance of survival."

"Which already has been ,by your negative response to your supposed but now confirmed not to be, master and added interference of a bewitched water fowl, a bipedal but asinine canine, and a young lad wielding the bane of your minion's existence," Ixmina added.

"So, in short we are at an impasse of how to dispose of the quagmire you promptly imposed upon us as a result of your now one against one hundred status," Alykx concluded. "Savvy?"

Jafar said nothing- with a wave of his cloak, the vizier disappeared in red smoke leaving an indifferent threesome. "We should have our own bloody movie," Jyxa stated blankly. "Aye," Ixmina agreed, ersatz clothes now forgotten. Alykx opened their own corridor. "Now, shall we face certain destruction at the hands of our undisputed ruler?" Jyxa raised one finger, then pulled out a large bottle of some alcoholic liquid and three glasses. The other two smiled and after the blonde finished pouring a copious amount into each glass the three toasted.

Xemnas, meanwhile, was having a very bad day. He'd sent Luxord and Xion over to Wonderland only for the two to come back mere seconds later, the former being a veritable pincushion for spears. If Xion had been harmed, he might've had to vent his displeasure upon Number X. Demyx hadn't found anything about Maleficent's associate even with the help of two others. After their failure he sent all three to the newly renovated dungeon which in hindsight didn't seem to be much of a punishment. He had to thoroughly torture Gaston before sending him back to his world and Marluxia had come back after killing the wrong captain, who still had yet to return. Zexion and Larxene had gotten him a Hello Kitty paperweight which was supposedly alive although all it did was sit on the edge of his desk dangling its legs childishly. On a bright note, Saix and Lexaeus had succeeded in their tasks so that had made him slightly less pissed off. His headache would soon return when an ebon portal appeared in front of his desk. "-and he said, "I soiled my armor I was so scared!" Alykx laughed. Xemnas felt a vein throb in his forehead and asked, "Where's Jafar?" All three stopped and stared at their leader, then Ixmina's eyes drifted to the Hello Kitty paperweight. "The Holy Hand Grenade," she gasped. Alykx, quick despite his drunken state, swiped it from the table. Jyxa settled into a prayer position and said,"And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'Oh Lord, bless this, thy hand grenade that with it thou mayest blow thine enemies into tiny bits in thy mercy. And the Lord did grin and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloth and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and large chu-"

"Skip a bit brother," Ixmina interrupted, citing her part of the re-enactment.

Alykx however broke character and instantly threw it at Xemnas, the small white cat flailing madly and hit Xemnas square in the forehead. Where it ANY other day…, he thought. Instead, he placed a seemingly conjured out of nothingness cold pack on his head and groaned, "Get the hell out of my office." Even while in their stupor, the three ran out sensing that they head just narrowly escaped with their lives. The next day they would wish they had stayed to accept swift disintegration.

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