Master Xehanort stood at the head of a long, polished table set within a grand hall. A feast fit for kings and conquerors stretched before him, with golden-roasted turkey, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and every side dish imaginable. The table was aglow with warm candlelight, a stark contrast to the often cold and foreboding darkness the Xehanorts usually inhabited.

Xemnas and Ansem, seated to his right and left respectively, exchanged skeptical glances.

"I fail to see how this trivial endeavor aids us in our goals," Xemnas said, folding his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

Ansem nodded, his brow furrowed. "The pursuit of Kingdom Hearts demands focus, not idle feasting."

Master Xehanort raised a gnarled hand to silence them, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "My dear selves, even masters of darkness require moments of levity. Consider this a... bonding exercise."

At the far end of the table, Young Xehanort rested his chin on his hand, his silver eyes glinting with suspicion. "Bonding? With ourselves? This seems unnecessary."

"And stupid," Vanitas muttered, jabbing a fork into a piece of turkey with more force than required. He smirked darkly. "What's next, old man? A pajama party?"

"Watch your tone," Ansem snapped, his deep voice echoing through the hall.

"Indeed," Xemnas added coldly. "You may have been an experiment, Vanitas, but you're still one of us. Show respect."

Vanitas rolled his eyes but didn't push further.

Terra-Xehanort, sitting quietly beside Vanitas, stabbed at his plate with mechanical disinterest. "As long as he isn't here," he grumbled, not even looking up. "This is fine."

Master Xehanort gave a low chuckle, stroking his beard. "Oh, don't worry. Terra isn't invited. This gathering is strictly for those who understand the grander scheme."

The meal began, albeit stiffly, with the Xehanorts picking at their food in relative silence. That silence was broken by the sudden clatter of boots and a loud voice echoing through the hall.

"Now this is a party!"

Xigbar strolled in, a wide grin on his face and a case of beer under his arm. The former Organization XIII member was as smug as ever, his single golden eye gleaming with mischief.

Ansem groaned audibly. "Who invited him?"

"Not I," Xemnas muttered, glaring at Xigbar with thinly veiled contempt.

Vanitas leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I should've guessed. The one person who can't resist ruining a perfectly miserable occasion."

"Aw, don't be like that, champ!" Xigbar laughed, setting the beer on the table with a loud thunk. "I figured you guys could use a little sparkle. You're all gloom and doom, and hey, I live to entertain."

Even Saïx, sitting quietly near the end of the table, raised an eyebrow. "This wasn't part of the arrangement. What are you up to, Xigbar?"

Xigbar winked. "Up to? Me? Nah, I'm just here to bask in the warmth of family."

Vanitas snorted. "Yeah, sure. You're the life of the party, huh?"

Master Xehanort's calm voice cut through the growing tension. "I invited him."

A collective silence fell over the table. Even Young Xehanort's usual composed demeanor cracked as he blinked in disbelief.

"You... invited him?" Young Xehanort repeated, his tone tinged with incredulity.

Master Xehanort nodded. "Luxu, or Xigbar as you prefer, has his role to play in the grander narrative. Tonight, he joins us."

Vanitas slammed his fork onto his plate. "What's his role, making terrible jokes and being annoying?"

Xigbar feigned a wounded expression. "Aw, c'mon, buddy. That hurts. Besides, I brought drinks!" He popped open a can of beer, the hiss of carbonation filling the awkward silence. "Lighten up, would ya?"

Master Xehanort gave Vanitas a sharp look, silencing his protest.

"Let him stay," the old master commanded. "And you will mind your tongue."

Vanitas scowled but bit back his retort, glaring daggers at Xigbar, who simply grinned in response.

"Now this is a Thanksgiving," Xigbar said, raising his beer in a mock toast. "A table full of clones, darkness enthusiasts, and one old geezer who thinks he's pulling all the strings. What could go wrong?"

Ansem and Xemnas exchanged weary looks as the dinner descended into a mix of bickering, poorly timed puns, and Xigbar's relentless attempts to lighten the mood.

By the end of the night, the Xehanorts had barely touched their feast, but Master Xehanort seemed oddly pleased.

The Keyblade Graveyard stretched out under a twilight sky, its jagged peaks and endless desert seemingly eternal. Among the scattered remnants of a war long past, Xigbar—no, Luxu—stood in the center of the battlefield. His usual smirk lingered as he waved his hand, summoning a simple but ornate table, set with a modest Thanksgiving feast.

Luxu looked around the barren expanse and chuckled. "Alright, let's see if this works."

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned portals. Moments later, the Foretellers began to arrive.

Ira stepped through first, his imposing presence casting a shadow over the table. He glanced at Luxu, his expression unreadable beneath his mask. "What is this about, Luxu? Another one of your games?"

Aced followed closely behind, his arms crossed as he surveyed the setup. "You better have a good reason for dragging us here. This is no place for… whatever this is."

Invi arrived next, her quiet but sharp gaze immediately taking in every detail. "A Thanksgiving dinner? Truly? This isn't like you, Luxu."

Gula, always the smallest and most curious, appeared last, his arms folded as he approached the table. "Alright, spill. What's your angle this time?"

Luxu raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin wide. "Whoa, whoa, settle down, will ya? No angles, no tricks. Just a little reunion for old times' sake."

The Foretellers exchanged skeptical glances, their distrust palpable.

"A… reunion?" Ira said slowly, his tone filled with doubt.

"Yeah," Luxu said casually, shrugging. "It's been what? Ages? Thought it'd be nice to get the gang back together. You know, share a meal, reminisce, the works."

Invi frowned. "Why here? And why this… tradition? This 'Thanksgiving' isn't exactly something we're familiar with."

"Hey," Luxu said, pointing at her with a turkey leg he had picked up. "I've been around a long time, seen a lot of traditions. This one's all about gathering with the people you care about—or at least tolerate—and having a good time. Figured it'd be a nice change of pace."

Aced grunted. "Still seems suspicious."

Gula tilted his head, eyeing the food. "It does smell good, though."

Luxu chuckled. "That's the spirit, Gula. C'mon, take a seat. I swear, no tricks. Just a good meal and maybe some stories."

The Foretellers hesitated but eventually settled around the table, though their postures remained stiff. As they began to eat, Luxu's gaze flickered to an empty spot at the table.

Invi noticed his momentary silence and followed his gaze. "Ava isn't here," she said quietly.

Luxu's smirk faltered for a split second before he shrugged it off. "Yeah, well… didn't expect her to show, to be honest. She's off doing her own thing, I guess. No big deal."

Gula set down his fork and leaned back. "You sure you're not plotting something? This whole setup feels… off."

Luxu laughed, leaning back in his chair and spreading his arms. "You guys wound me. Can't I just want to hang out with my old pals? It's not like we get together often."

"That's because we don't trust you," Aced said bluntly, his voice heavy with skepticism.

"Fair," Luxu admitted, raising a glass in mock toast. "But tonight, let's just pretend I'm not the sneaky one, yeah? For old times' sake?"

Ira sighed but nodded slightly. "If this is truly just a gathering, then… so be it."

The tension eased slightly as the Foretellers continued their meal, though they remained cautious. Luxu, however, seemed genuinely content, cracking jokes and telling stories from his countless years of observing the worlds.

As the night went on, even Ira and Aced began to relax, if only slightly. Luxu leaned back, his grin softening as he watched the Foretellers.

"Y'know," he said, swirling a drink in his hand, "this is nice. Even if none of you trust me, it's good to see you all again."

Invi gave him a sidelong glance but said nothing, while Gula smirked faintly.

For one night, the Keyblade Graveyard was less a battlefield and more a place of camaraderie. And though Ava's absence lingered in the air, Luxu let it go. After all, he'd long since accepted that not everything could be put back together.

"Happy Thanksgiving, ya bunch of stiff necks," Luxu said, raising his glass.