I love when Xigbar confronts Xemnas. But still, 7 - 3 = 4, so they still broke their old record :]

I think this story needs to be rated M for the mentioning of "Condoms". It's a bit mature for some.

Chapter 2

"Breakfast at Castle Oblivion"

"At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee
waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb
that was going to be served from a certain balcony."

A Miracle For Breakfast, Elizabeth Bishop.

As much as it would have pleased Xigbar, the kitchen unfortunately had residents. Larxene was smoking, looking crispy, and shoveling cereal down her throat while muttering something about killing "that stupid Luxord" across from Xemnas at the table. Xemnas was sipping coffee and reading the paper, and trying to ignore Lexaeus and Zexion, who were snogging against the kitchen counter (Zexion was sitting on top of the counter just so he could reach the Silent Hero) in the typical "Writers-made-us-go-OOC" fashion.

"Well, crap." Xigbar groaned, not wanting to socialize this early. He ran his fingers through his ponytail almost anxiously as Demyx skipped ahead of him into the kitchen, and rummaged through the fridge. He scuttled crabbily behind his husband, growling hello to Lex and Zex, who didn't acknowledge him, and he sat down beside Larxene at the square table.

Larxene breifly looked up from her cereal and mutterings to glance at Xigbar. "It's like, 12, Xigbar, what on earth were you doing to him in there?" She spat nastily, and returned back to her cereal. Xigbar snorted and ignored the grumpy blond.

Xigbar, remembering the conversation that he and Demyx had had previously in the bedroom, leaned over next to Xemnas.

"Whatcha reading, Xemnas?" he hissed.

Xemnas, without looking up, retorted "Nothing that would interest you, Freeshooter." He flipped a page, a cool look on his face.

"Ya wanna know something that does interest me, Xemmy?" Xigbar added.

"Not in particular, number II."

"Really? Because I think ya really wanna know this." he breathed.

"Oh, for heart's sake, Xigbar, what the hell is it?" Xemnas growled, slamming down his paper. Nobody else seemed to notice their exchange.

"I'm interested as ter why there was so many condoms in me and Dem's trashcan when we woke up. Now," Xigbar gloated, "I take pride in how long I can hold up, but even seven is a little much for me. I'd say about 3 of those didn't belong to us. Care to explain, Xemnas?

Their leader reddened. "No, I don't care to explain. It's my castle, and I'll do with it what I wish. Where I want to. With whom I want to." He lifted back up his newspaper, putting it between him and his second in command.

"No, hmm? Maybe I'll just ask Saix..."

"If you do, I'll feed you to the heartless. You can kiss your job goodbye." Xemnas concluded roughly, snapping the newspaper and signifying the end of the conversation.

By this time, Demyx had a pop-tart and some milk and was settling in across from Xigbar. "Don't you want anything to eat, Xig?" He asked innocently.

"Nothing but Xemnas's pride." he grumbled. Xemnas snorted.

Demyx glanced curiously at Xemnas, but shrugged it off. "What wazat, Xiggy?" Demyx queried around a mouthful of pop-tart.

"Never mind, Dem. What else did you want to do today?"

"Well," Demyx thought, swallowing his pop-tart, "I've always wanted to go to the library here. I don't think that I've ever been to our library."

Across the kitchen, Zexion gasped, shoving off Lexaeus briefly.

"Never been to our library!? Well, good! Stay out of it." Zexion proclaimed, shivering at the though of the havor Demyx would wreck in a library (especially if he had Xigbar with him), and he hopped off the counter.

"He's right." Lexaeus said simply, brushing off the front of his jacket. He pushed off the counter and he followed Zexion out of the kitchen.

Probably to go do it in the library. Xigbar chuckled in his head. Nobody'll wanna go in there for days.

"What's so funny, Xig?" Demyx implored, stacking his dish in the sink.

"Nothing, kid. Let's go watch a movie or something." Xigbar said, standing up from the table. He was tired of just sitting around. He really didn't want to go watch a movie any more than go to the library, but it was something to do. Demyx shook his head.

"No... let's do something else." Demyx said, an idea forming in his head.

Xigbar though for a second, and leaned back against the table. "Well I suppose we could go to town or something if you want."

"No, Xig, let's do something else." Demyx hissed through his teeth. Xigbar, as thick as he could be, sighed. He straightened out his coat. Geez, I could use a shower, I think.

"What do you wanna do, Dem?"

"You." Demyx said shyly, tugging on the zipper on Xigbar's sweatshirt and pressing foward..

Larxene inhaled a few flakes of cereal, and started hacking. Xemnas, who had been taking a sip of his coffee, spluttered. Xigbar turned red, and his eyes widened.

"N-number IX!" Xemnas stuttered, dropping his newspaper and slamming down his coffee cup, "Can you not be so... so blatantly... crude!?" Larxene was still coughing, and Xemnas whacked her a couple times on the back. When the blond finally got ahold of hersef, she laughed.

"Hell, Demyx, you go girlfriend!" She winked at the melodious nocturne, who was blushing even harder now, looked down. Of course, since he was practically in Xigbar's lap, his eyes shot back up again to Xigbar's face, redder than a tomatoe.

Xigbar, who was enjoying himself wholly, chuckled.

"Let's go shower, kid."

"Will you wash my hair?"

"Fine, but none of that 'Dance water dance' crap. You remember what happened last time?"

They bolted out of the kitchen, Xigbar chasing the blonde, who squealed down the hallway.

Just as they left, Larxene stood. "Who's got dish duty today?" She wondered out loud. She was fairly sure it was Luxord's day. Right enough, it was.

"Payback." she chuckled evilly, and grabbed a few clean bowls and cups.

Xemnas didn't even look up from his coffee and newspaper as he heard clangs and bangs coming from beyond his newspaper.

Just pretend it's not happening. he thought to himself, and turned the page.