Okay, so three things.

One. I changed my username. Woooo. It used to be Thorn Yokoshima, for those who don't know. The new one is based off of Zexion title.

Two. I'm sorry this is so late. I had writer's block, and then there was downtime, so I couldn't post it when I finished it. D:

Three. When I have writers block, I apparently start to turn a humor fic in to something too serious. I'm sorry about that. xD I was trying to do it, I swear.


Zexion finally left the washroom after two hours of hitting the button on the wall-mounted blow dryer every five minutes, and of sitting on the uncomfortably cold and hard metal floor of the Castle That Never Was. That floor was actually amazingly clean for a bathroom. There wasn't even any dust marks on his cloak. This made his mood rise quite a bit.

Upon opening the door, he quickly poked his head out to make sure no one was in the hallway. The coast was clear. He stepped full out in to the hallway, and began walking to the right as quickly, but as natural-appearing as possible.

Unexpectedly, he made it to the end of the hallway and through the door successfully without any one popping out of a ceiling vent, or any where else. Of course, he didn't manage to get through the hallway without some one running up behind him screaming his name and waving his hands in the air.

"...Hello, Marluxia," he said with a sigh, inwardly cursing himself.

"Hey. I heard you were looking for me the other day," the overly feminine man said seriously. He didn't sound nervous like the others. Maybe he wasn't going to do what Zexion thought he was going to do.

"Yes. I needed to talk to you about something I overheard Larxene say. Something about control over the Organization?" He quickly remembered, and glared daggers at Marluxia.

"Oh...uh..." Marluxia's eyes shifted around nervously. Then he seemed to come to a decision. "If you know so much, then I'm going to have to get rid of you." He extended his manicured hand, and the silhouette of a scythe appeared, then faded in to the full color pink scythe. Zexion glared at it. He'd always hated that thing. Why was a man fighting with a pink scythe and sakura petals? Whatever. That didn't matter now.

"Is that so? You'll beat me with your delightfully beautiful flowers? Aw," Zexion said coldly.

"Don't insult the flowers. They're awesome," Marluxia made a sad attempt at defending himself. When Zexion laughed, he swung the scythe's blade at the other Nobody's head. Zexion caught the handle and held it away, though struggling.

"The flowers are disgusting, woman." And just then the authoress decided this was getting a bit too serious, and wanted to stop writing like this but couldn't now that she brought out this plot... type... thing. Ack. I need to find a way to kill it. "Just go away. I'm having a bad day, alright? Having you hack at my head with your flowers is not going to make it better." Zexion placed his other hand on the scythe's handle and pushed it and it's wielder out of his way so he could walk past.

Marluxia's weapon disappeared in a flash of light, and Zexion had walked six feet closer to the edge of the hallway when the glaring man behind him spoke up as if he'd just remembered he had forgotten something important that he needed to say.

"Oh yeah, Zexion..." Quickened steps sounded from behind Zexion as he turned around and began to ask what the pink-loving man wanted. His thought was interrupted by a wave of surprise caused by the other man's face suddenly coming so close to his, and the feeling of Marluxia's soft lips on his cheek. He pulled away quickly.

"What is with every one today? Is this some kind of plot against me? If it is, why the hell are you doing it, any way? What did I do wrong, and why is your love such an insult!" Zexion half-screamed at his companion, who seemed to slowly be coming back to his senses, and grinning.

"What do you mean plot? I know nothing of this." He said with a grin that obviously meant he did know every thing about it.

"... Whatever. I know you guys are up to something, and I will find out what it is if it's the last thing I do!" Zexion shouted dramatically, then stomped away, going through the door at the end of the hallway and making sure it slammed extra hard when it closed.


Yeah. So I kind of made this a bit more serious than I wanted it, but that's okay. xD Writer's block makes me that way. D:

Uhm. To answer Earthpaw's question about whether or not it's a joke on Zexy, um..I don't know if I want to tell you yet or not. D: Oh well. I guess I will. It's mostly a joke, but one of them is serious. :o

And I have some questions. Is this getting really repetitive? Is this actually good, or is every one just being nice? Are my characters actually in character? Any one who answers gets pie.