"On the first day of Christmas, Xemnas gave to me. A glowstick in a derpy tree!" Demyx sang.

Xemnas, who was up in his study, cursed the installment of the Security System With No Mute Button. Demyx's raucous singing was blasting right into his ears.

"I NEVER GOT YOU ANYTHING!" he screamed at the monitor.

"On the second day of Christmas, Xigbar gave to me. Two purple guns and a glowstick in a derpy tree." Roxas pitched in. He was fast learning the song.

Xigbar, who had come back from shopping, heard the line and muttered to himself.

"If I gave you a gun, I'd shoot you with it first, just to make sure it didn't have safety!"

Xaldin was dreading his line.

"On the third day of Christmas, Xaldin gave to me: Three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!"

"I DON'T BAKE!" Xaldin shrieked.

Roxas' turn!

"On the fourth day of Christmas, Vexen gave to me: Four iced teas, three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!"

"I DON'T MAKE TEA!" the flustered scientist was actually walking past the room when the line was sung.

"On the fifth day of Christmas, Lexy gave to me: Five bear hugs, four iced teas, three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!" Demyx screamed.

Lexaeus, who was dragging his hewn rocks up to the fireplace, didn't respond verbally...but...

If I gave you five bear hugs you wouldn't be alive to drink your tea.

"On the sixth day of Christmas, Zexy gave to me: Six nerdy glasses, five bear hugs, four iced teas, three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!" Roxas belted out the next line, smiling as Zexion appeared. Wearing actual nerdy glasses while he recovered from the flash.

"DAMN YOU, ROXAS!" the youth shouted at a couch. Poor couch. It never did anything wrong.

"On the seventh day of Christmas, Saix gave to me: Seven rawhide bones, six nerdy glasses, five bear hugs, four iced teas, three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!" (Yeah, I think you get the pattern here. Demyx sang that part."

"WHAT? I AM NOT A DOG!" Saix's indignant screech was heard as he ran up the stairs, into the room, and proceeded to chase Demyx around and around.

"On the eighth day of Christmas, Axel gave to me: Eight Christmas kisses, seven rawhide bones, six nerdy glasses, five bear hugs, four iced teas, three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!" Roxas, who had just caught sight of Axel, swiftly changed the line from "Eight pizza pies" to something more with his...preference.

"Sure thing, Roxy!" Axel exclaimed, striding over.

"Hi! It's Azariosiza again! Sorry but I have to bold over this part, because I don't generally write yaoi, however I WILL mention it every now and again!"

"Ahem...okay they stopped. Geez, that took a while. Eight kisses in fifteen minutes? Sorry, I'm rambling, carry on, Demyx, what did you get yourself for Christmas? Wait, I should know that; I'm controlling you. MUA HA HA HA D!"

"On the ninth day of Christmas, I gave to me: Nine sitar picks, eight Christmas kisses, seven rawhide bones, six nerdy glasses, five bear hugs, four iced teas, three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!" Demyx sang out.

Everyone in the room groaned. Only four more lines of torture to endure.

Unless I say otherwise. :3

A Few Minutes Later...

Roxas put his cell phone down.

"Okay, Azariosiza'll be alright, she's just knocked out for this part. Because of the collective attacks of dark magic, space, wind, ice, earth, illusions, moon...something, fire, time-stopping, rose thorns, and lightning, we're supposed to ad-lib for this scene." he said.

"Great. What are we supposed to do?" Xemnas grumbled. He had pulled out his script and was scanning the footnotes for help when the Typist Was Knocked Out By The Actors.

Roxas smiled. Then sang. Again.

"On the tenth day of Christmas, Luxord gave to me: Ten bottles of non-alcoholic cider, nine sitar picks, eight Christmas kisses, seven rawhide bones, six nerdy glasses, five bear hugs, four iced teas, three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!"

"There's no fun in that! Bring out the rum!" Luxord exclaimed.

He was interrupted by a ring from Roxas' cell phone.

"Hello? Oh, she is? Great!" Roxas looked up.

"Azariosiza's okay, but she told us not to attack her anymore or she's docking our pay." he told them. He paused for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face, then added, "We really should watch it. We don't have a lot of funds here."

"Fine, no more shooting the writer." Saix growled unhappily.

"Is this even still a Christmas thing?" Xigbar wanted to know.

"I dunno." was the common response.

"On the eleventh day of Christmas, Marluxia gave to me: Eleven red roses, ten bottles of non-alcoholic cider, nine sitar picks, eight Christmas kisses, seven rawhide bones, six nerdy glasses, five bear hugs, four iced teas, three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!" Some of the members who had met up in the room had actually relented and were singing along with the insufferable Demyx and Roxas. Just to shut them up.

"When this is over, I'm killing you." Marluxia hissed to them.

"On the twelfth day of Christmas, Larxene gave to me: twelve lightning bolts, eleven red roses, ten bottles of non-alcoholic cider, nine sitar picks, eight Christmas kisses, seven rawhide bones, six nerdy glasses, five bear hugs, four iced teas, three baked pies, two purple guns, and a glowstick in a derpy tree!" Roxas was singing out with all his non-existent heart. He was actually enjoying this screwed up Christmas carol.

"Sounds good to me, when do I shoot you?" Larxene asked.

"Christmas Day. When we give them EVERYTHING they've listed." Marluxia smiled, evilly.

Demyx and Roxas and others were preparing for the big finish. Everyone was pitching in this time—hoo...ray?

"On the Thirteenth day of Christmas, Roxas gave to me..." Demyx introduced his friend.

"Thirteen Keyblades!"

"Twelve lightning bolts." Larxene grumbled.

"Eleven red roses." Marluxia was practically spitting the words out.

"Ten bottles of rum!" Luxord said. Demyx looked at him.

"Dude, it's ten bottles of non-alcoholic cider." he said.

"Where's the fun of that?"

"CONTINUE!" Xemnas screamed.

"Nine sitar picks!" Demyx shouted.

"Eight Christmas kisses." Axel added.

"...seven rawhide bones. I HATE YOU ALL." Saix was about to Berserk again.

"...Six nerdy glasses. ONE crack, and I'll kill you all." Zexion warned them.

"...five bear hugs." Lexaeus could hardly be heard.

"Four...iced...teas." Vexen was so mad he was turning red.

"Three baked pies even though I really don't bake." Xaldin said his line monotonously.

"Two purple guns. And I'll love shooting you with them." Xigbar put in.

They all looked expectantly at Xemnas.

He stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said, "And a glow stick in a derpy tree."

They all pitched in on the repeat.

"And a glo-oo-w stick in a derpy—"

"And a glo-oo-w stick in a derpy treeeee-EEEE!"

Xemnas dropped his hand and turned to the group.

"We are never singing that degrading song ever again!"

Then he turned and shook a fist at the ceiling.

"And you, Azariosiza, I will get my revenge on you for making me sing that horrid song!"

Oh blah, blah, blah. I can still dock your pay. Oh wait. The chapter's over. O-o YES I'm fine from my attack :D bye, see you next Chapter!