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"Whut the bloody-" Luxord started as he entered the garage.

He had opened the door to the garage to be overrun by a river of brown liquid. Xigbar, who had been joining Luxord in this action, was swept away imediatly. However this did not seem to upset him.

"WOOOOHHHHOOOOO!!! SURF'S UP!!!"

Luxord, mind you, was extremely irritated. He had been drenched and now stank.

"Well this just about ruins tea time..." He muttered shaking the liquid out of his hair.

Suddenly Demyx came rushing out of the garage with loud sobs and clutched on tightly to Luxord's coat.

"WUT THE-oh-ello lovely....whut's all dis den?" Luxord asked arching an eyebrow.

Demyx looked up at him with watery eyes and mumbled somthing.

"Say wut, luv? I can't ear you."

"wy mibled wa hige wago nanno turny figy." Demyx said a little louder.

"Wut?"

"He said, 'I killed the big metal drago birdy thingy.' Geez what are you, deaf?" Xigbar clarified returning to Luxord's side.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Demyx screeched clutching Luxord's coat tighter and sobbing.

Luxord's eyes widened and Xigbar, now noticing what exactly this meant, gaped.

"You're not serious are you?" Xigbar asked nervously.

"Yes..." Demyx whined into Luxord's chest.

Xigbar catiously sidestepped the boy and looked into the dank garage. There in fact was the dragon bird on it's side, a giant scratch going down it's center. The brown liquid turned out to be the oil from the interior tanker in the creature.

"Xigbar?" Luxord called.

"....He's right...." Xigbar finally managed to answer.

He turned to the gambler, fear and dread in his eyes.

"He killed the superior's pet....he killed the big metal drago birdy thingy."  


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"Holy-Dang! Let me guess, demyx?" Larxene said joining the group hanging around on the top railing of the garage looking down upon the site.

"Yep. How'd you know?" Xaldin asked.

"Oh...he may not look it but that boy packs a punch." Larxene muttered leaning on the rails.

"Amen." Roxas commented getting a few looks.

"Yeah well, he'll need that punch when the Superior finds out what he did." Axel laughed sourly.

"I'm afraid even without a heart, I feel pity towards him...or perhaps it is a leftover stomach churn from dinner?" Saix said thoughtfully.

"What in the world that never was is going on here?!" Xemnas demanded entering the scene.

"Uh....you don't wanna know." Axel said with a sweatdrop.

"I think I do." Xemnas growled sending the others out of his way.

He looked down towards where the creature lay and quickly turned around. His eyes had changed from the normal orange to a deep red.

"Who?" Was all he asked.

"Demyx, man." Xigbar sqeaked.

"Number IX!" Xemnas snarled.

Demyx walked up to the superior head bowed.

"Number IX! DO YOU REAL-"

"YES! AS A MATTER OF FACT I DO!! IT WAS ACCIDENT ALRIGHT!!! I'M SORRY!!! I FEEL JUST AS BAD AS YOU DO!!!" Demyx yelled.

                                              
                                                Dead silence

"Number IX, for the last time...we cannot feel." Xemnas started his usual lecture but as everyone tuned out something caught Roxas's daze.

"Um...superior?"

"We cannot express sorry, nor can we express sadness..." Xemnas droned on.

"Superior?"

"We cannot be happy, nor angry, nor have any emotion-"

"YO!!! MANSEX!!!"

Everyone, save for the superior and roxas, stifled their laughter.

"Yes...Number XIII?" Xemnas asked with a little bit of hate in his voice.

"...omg he answered to it!!!" Axel said through fits of laughter.

This caused the stifling of laughter to increase.

"Vexen is back." Roxas replied.

Xemnas looked down to see Vexen, standing there looking the creature over, with groceries in hand.

"My, my....I get grocery duty and leave for about an hour and already something is destroyed." Vexen mumbled setting down his groceries.

The chilly academic looked up at the group.

"Could someone get me my tools...oh and a spare fuel tank from the basement?"

"You mean you're gonna fix the drago birdy?!" Demyx asked cheerfully.

"Well of course, it's just a scratch that happened to rupture the fuel storage valve. Easily replaceable."  Vexen stated like it was nothing.

"YAY!!" Demyx cheered.

Several others joined in but one silent Zexion raised a hand for silence.

"I do believe we are all avoiding an important question...Demyx....how exactly did you do that to the dragon?"

"Oh...well we were playing fetch indoors cause it was raining and Vexen said we can't go out in the rain or it'll rust and I don't know what rust is but it's sounds itchy and I don't like itchy....anyways...I threw the frizbee too high and the drago birdy fell back and landed on it's spikey tail." Demyx replied innoccently.

Everyone stared.

"....well...." Luxord mumbled, "Anyone else in the mood for some tea?"

Several nodded and began to follow Luxord out of the garage. Xemnas grabbed Roxas by the coat hood and pulled him back.

"Not so fast...for that earlier abuse of my name anagram...I do believe you can aid Vexen...and I also believe you can mop up the floors of oil...not to mention you have grocery duty all week...Good luck..."

Xemnas turned to leave but not before adding one final word,

"Pipsqeak."