Organization Trouble

[Boffii]

WARNING: This fiction contains parental-type spanking. If these themes bother you, please do not read this fan fiction. This fanfiction is rated PG-13!
Characters: Kingdom Hearts II cast.

Chapter 1: It Was Raining…

It was raining. There was no time worse than a stormy afternoon to call to order a meeting which would be, inevitably, boring. Lexeus would call the meeting to order by standing silently and lifting a “stfu” hand extinguishing any mature conversations that may have been going on. Demyx would find a way to disrupt the meeting at least once and Roxas would neither help nor contribute to order in mocking Demyx to the point of said disruption. It didn’t matter when the meeting was called, Demyx and Roxas just couldn’t behave themselves.
Prior to said meeting, Roxas, Demyx, and Axel had all piled into the fire devil’s room to play a rousing game of Mario Party. Rules were seldom followed during game-time. The fourth controller, sometimes occupied by Xigbar, had gotten squashed the prior night when a wall of water had pulverized Axel on top of the controller. Demyx placed the blame on Axel’s bony shoulder blade while Axel immediately sent Demyx to Xigbar for a ‘rough conduct’ reprimand. To make a ridiculous story short: The joystick had been snapped and Xigbar was more often than not left to make commentary. It was here on the foundation of the Mario Party that the real story began.
“How come you keep rolling ten, thirteen?! Are you CHEATING?!” Demyx demanded to know.
“How the crap do you cheat in this game?” Roxas inquired.
“Ugh! How come I keep rolling THREE?!” Axel, who had been tuning out all distractions at this point landed on a Bowser square, zapping all of the players into an interesting game of ‘guess the fruit’.
“Wait. What came after the Doran?” Demyx always lost this sort of game. Memory was not his strong point; the kid carried around sticky notes to remember his missions!
“Yer ma,” Roxas replied rolling his eyes as he had nearly selected the grapes to bring to Bowser.
“Heeeeeyyy~” Demyx replied, frowning as he jabbed Roxas in the ribs, forcing his curser over to the pineapple. “My Ma is not a fruit!” Demyx insisted as Bowser proceeded to roast the snot out of Yoshi: Roxas’s player.
“What the crap?! WHY?!” Roxas shifted his glare to Demyx. There was going to be a battle—an epic one. Roxas immediately snatched up Demyx’s controller and selected the ‘cherries’ assuming it was wrong. Unfortunately, Bowser was pleased with the choice. This steamed Roxas’s collar a bit more. “Ugh!” Crash. Slump. Tackle. With Demyx and Roxas rolling around on the floor pinching and stretching each other’s face, Axel repressed a bit of laughter and made a poor choice, thus roastin’ Wario.
“Awh, maan! I think Wario’s just unlucky,” Axel whined.
“So why do you always play as him?” Roxas inquired while stretching Demyx’s cheeks into an unnatural position.
“OW OW WAGH!” Demyx squawked, shortly there after slobbering on Roxas’s hand.
Roxas immediately cringed drawing back his hand with a disgusted: “eeew!” Demyx was supposed to be the king of water—not drool! “That is seriously gross, Demyx! I call a foul!”
“All’s fair in love and Mario Party,” Demyx replied littering his fingers over Roxas’s tummy for a sinister round of tickling. Roxas immediately cut out in a round of screeching laughter, lambasting Axel in the jaw with a flailing hand.
Knocked Backwards, Axel immediately abandoned his controller and was ready to leap on top of the tickle-pile when Xigbar announced himself. The ponytailed elder, leaned casually against the door frame as he lifted a brow. “Uh…. Superior’s called a meeting. You might wanna head down to the meeting room. It’s going to start in fifteen,” Xigbar drawled eyeballing the ugly pile of twisted boys.
Fortunately, Axel had not become terribly tangled with Roxas and Demyx. Straightening, he grunted in disappointment; he’d deal with Demyx and Roxas later. “Alright, boys,” Axel commanded with a smirk. “We need to—“
“Dance, water! Dance!” Spray. Sprits. Slosh. Demyx was really pushin’ his luck, for in a moist moment of chaos, Axel’d been pounded beneath a lovely wave of frothy water.
“UGH,” exclaimed Axel as he flapped his arms to ward off a bit of the excess water. His jeans were now heavy with water; the white tank top he’d been sporting now unnecessarily transparent. Revenge came easily enough as Axel casually lit his fingertip to flame and poked an awkward hole where the n****e of Demyx’s robe would be, offering a vulgar peek at the flesh beneath.
Demyx’s face blanched with the threat of fire so close to… “Guuuh! S- Stop that you pervert,” the mullet king stammered, swatting Axel’s hand away. “Now I have to get a new uniform!” Pout.
“Get over it,” Axel replied calmly, swiftly steeling his expression. “Look, play time is over you two. We’ve got a meeting, so let’s try to get through one measly meeting without either of you two earning a demerit—and Roku, that means you’re not allowed to prod Demyx into disruption. Got it?”
Generally, there would have been a bit of protest to such stringent regulations. Was it even possible for Demyx and Roxas to occupy the same room without the pair teasing each other? “Fine,” Roxas snorted as he folded either of his arms and yanked up the hood of his organization robe, mumbling bitterly: “I can’t even reach him anyhow. Marluxia sits between us.” –Marluxia wasn’t about to allow any poking to go on behind his back.
“Okie-dokes,” Demyx added fixing a devilish grin on Roxas’s rear… Somehow Axel knew a plan was brooding between the pair to get them into a pile of trouble.

There was no fathomable way that Axel intended to attend the meeting when he was so sodding wet. Axel had made tracks for his room after leaving the pair of mischievous boys to their own devices fully intending to change his clothes and hop a portal to the meeting room. Donning a new pair of jeans and another tank top- black this time- Axel zipped up his robe and yanked his hood up. It was time. A flurry of darkness led the cad into the meeting room, and what a scene was already unfolding!
The odd circle of chairs, evens and odds, were mostly full by this point. The only set of members missing was the usual: Marluxia and Larxene; Zemnas and Saix. Apparently their scheming left them to be /right on time/ if not fashionably late. Zexion was hunched down in his chair; a hand pressed to his temple as though to massage the migraine nine and thirteen were causing. Lexeus was sitting rigid as always at his chair, and Xigbar? Sitting side-saddle atop his chair, his legs swaying to some imaginary beat of music. Vexen seemed most perturbed at the boy’s rowdiness, and twitched beneath his hood. “Number nine! Number thirteen! Take your seats! If the Superior—UNGH!” Vexen shouted, his angry sentiments cut off as Demyx’s foot collided rudely with his thigh. The boys were… hopping chairs in a daring game of pre-meeting water tag.
“Come back here you skinny little –“ Slosh. Roxas was also interrupted finding a new wave of water that drowned both he and Axel once more.
“No one defeats the melodious nocturne,” Demyx squealed in glee, leaping from his lofty pose moments before Vexen had made a motion to shove Demyx down the rise of his chair to the floor.
Xigbar seemed content to let the boys play, but Axel was hot under the collar. This was the second time he’d gotten drowned today. “Demyx, you lousy little c—“ A quad of dark portals had interrupted Axel’s shouting, for in a glorious procession, the four missing members had appeared—just as Luxord’s watch hand shifted noisily to the appropriate time. Roxas froze in horror as the pink haired beauty appeared beneath him; his legs perched at either one of the lofty chair’s arms. Marluxia, having been greeted with the fine view of Roxas’s rear, didn’t seem terribly alarmed. In fact, the rose king reached forward and curled his lengthy digits about Roxas’s hips, yanking him backwards and off balance.
“GUUH!!” Roxas screeched as he fell backwards into the iron grip of his superior. Marluxia wasted no time in seating the boy atop his lap; a gloved hand securing itself against the boy’s chest. Roxas was trapped.
“Hmm,” Marluxia purred. “You’re all wet… Someone should really do something about that,” he eased in a tone that suggested he might have been concerned. Suggestions were so devious though. Marluxia was merely baiting his trap.
Roxas knew it too! “U-uh! I’m fine! Just let go, okay? The meeting is supposed to start and I need to…”
Marluxia smirked, cutting the boy off devilishly. “You should have taken care of that before the meeting.”
“Not that!” Roxas shouted, the superior’s demonic pair shifting to the loud member.
“This meeting… has come to order… And yet very few… are in order.” The room froze as Xemnas spoke, his lingering words echoing about the sterile room like a death sentence. Larxene leaned forward in her chair, eager to see whether or not Demyx and Roxas would be splattered.
“Sorry,” Roxas choked, scrambling to leap to his seat.
“Stay,” Xemnas barked, a sadistic grin of pleasure curling to Marluxia’s features. Roxas dared not defy Xemnas! He was already in enough hot water—for he could see the malice brewing in Axel’s eyes.
Demyx, the self-proclaimed king of stealth, was inching away from the chair he’d come to stand upon—Zexion’s. Only when the Superior fixed his eyes upon Demyx did the boy speak, uttering a ridiculus: “peep!”
 “You as well,” Xemnas concluded as the business came to order.
“Yess’r~” Demyx replied, his dopey grin broadening as he flopped to sit atop Zexion, who was very unenthusiastic about the idea. Demyx was taller than him! How was he supposed to see or contribute if number nine was squashing him?! Zexion said nothing and instead pushed Demyx to the edge of his knees, allowing him only half a seat.
Axel had not been dumb enough to get caught out of his seat before the meeting had started and sat in his own chair, bitterly drumming his /wet/ fingers against his chair.
The meeting, from that point on, got off without a hitch. Occasionally a loud SMACK would ring out from Zexion’s chair, in addition to a sounding “ooowh~” from Demyx… but nothing more. Zexion had never been afraid to give the boys a good swat now and then if they pestered him. Demyx’s wiggling was the main reason for any swats he’d received, and by the end of the meeting, Demyx’s eyes were beginning to sting. The subject of the meeting had been a new infestation of heartless in Atlantica. A team was to be selected and sent on a difficult mission to eradicate the heartless and retrieve their hearts without being detected by the indigenous population of merfolk. All eyes fell upon Roxas, Demyx, and Axel.
“…Since you three seem so…. Overzealous… You will be leaving immediately for this mission,” Xemnas concluded, his eyes narrowing upon the trio. “Fail me… and you will be terminated.”
“N- No pressure, right?” Demyx added. His humor was returned with a foreboding silence and another sounding SMACK from Zexion! “Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay! I’m going! I’m going!”
Passing a glare to the pair of juveniles, Axel summoned his own portal silently and disappeared from his chair. Roxas and Demyx knew this would be trouble. Axel didn’t generally make ‘the face’ unless there was a serious stent of “no Gamecube” coming. Swallowing hard, Demyx cast his best set of puppy eyes up to the Superior. Nothing. Zilch. Zero. Xemnas had little compassion – in fact, he didn’t have any! Zexion, rolling his eyes, opened his own portal to Atlantica and rudely shoved his lap-weight down into the darkness. Demyx… screamed like a little girl.
Roxas, sitting up to leave, was once more restrained by Marluxia, who leaned forward. Now uncomfortably close, the petal prince’s lips brushed against Roxas’s cheek as he spoke. “Hnn… Do come back alive. I’ll need you to wash this robe.” Chuckling sadistically, he released Roxas all at once, pushing him from his lap as well. Roxas fell head first into a portal which had been opened lazily by Marluxia; a strangled grunt escaping Roxas as he plummeted into his next adventure.
--TO BE CONTINUED--  

[Boffii]

Chapter 2: Hot Water

Falling down into a black portal wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to you in the organization. There were much worse fates that could be conjured. The mischievous blonde boys were hardly rehearsing what could have been; instead, the pair combed over in their minds just how they were going to escape from a lifetime without their game-systems. Axel was sure to blow a fuse!
Axel was the first to arrive in the deeper waters of Atlantica. The warm current was not a welcome mix with his firey blood and as he settled from darkness to water, his robes melted away until all that remained were the scales of his firefish tail. His thorny hair wasn’t sure what to do; floating up and almost out of its traditional form. Hair was the least of his worries. Axel was alright at swimming, but it wasn’t his forte! Most of his trips to the beach involved staying /out/ of the water. “Ugh,” he grunted as a pair of similar portals opened themselves and vomited out a pair of blonde merboys.  They would soon meet their reckoning.
Demyx took to water naturally! All it took to relieve a little of his worries was the swishy-feel of warm water. “Wheee!” the water-elemental squealed as he slid gracefully from his free fall into his merform. Demyx had taken on the lower form of a mysterious aqua-scaled fish whereas Roxas had assumed the lower half of a dolphin. “Man!” Demyx swooned as he began swimming laps around Axel as though nothing had happened earlier. “I love it when we get to come to Atlantica! Swimming! Girls in sea-shells! Sea stuff—it’s too cool!”
Roxas /and/ Axel twitched in unison as the key bearing brat attempted to gain his bearings under water. “Wish we were here on a pleasure trip,” Roxas grumbled as he attempted to hurry the mission along so as to avoid the wrath of Axel.
Funny thing about wrath: the more you run from it, the larger it becomes! A few moments of silence had been allowed on Axel’s part, but the moment Roxas began to swim off into mission-mode, Axel broke the calm and balmy of the sea. “Just what the hell was that back there?”
Both boys glanced at each other with a bewildered: “Uh…”
“I thought we had agreed *not* to cause any problems at the meeting,” Axel seethed.
“But it was—“ Roxas began only to be interrupted by Demyx who casually swam before him.
Grinning, Demyx waved his hand dismissively. “Aww! Come on, Axel! You know it was all fun! What’s wrong with a little fun?”
“I’m about to have fun rearranging your face,” Axel shouted as he lunged toward the taller of the boys.
“H- Hey! No need to be so hostile,” Demyx stammered, retreating backwards.
Roxas didn’t exactly want to help Demyx out since it /was/ more or less his fault for starting the fun game of water-tag… Still, he knew Axel wouldn’t have been so merciful on Demyx. “Come on, Axel! We’re sorry, okay?” Somehow Roxas knew it wasn’t going to be ‘okay’ in the book of Axel.
Axel hardly heard the key bearer as he streaked after Demyx summoning as much fire as he could around his hands; a trick that only created a hot wave of water. Hurling his wrists forward toward Demyx, the scalding water soared toward the scaly brat at dangerous speeds.
Xigbar had always played an important role in the mixture of fire, water, and keys. Demyx was an annoying little prat and Xigbar’d be damned if he admitted that out loud. Refusal to admit such a thing did not mean he did not recognize his pal’s faults. The meeting, after the departure of the three juveniles, had been rather brief if not /dull/ all together. Saix was sent on a mission to search out Orichalum, Xaldin had been dismissed to help Zexion investigate a long series of legendary weaponry, while the rest of them had been dismissed with nothing to do but the usual: kill heartless and secure their hearts for Kingdom Hearts. What better place to rack-up the heartless than along-side his three favorite deviants? Atlantica was beckoning him.
The introduction of water to the sharpshooter was a pleasant experience. Demyx and him? They went together like peanut butter and jelly; jam and toast! Xigbar’d always had an affection for the wave whereas Demyx had always the attraction to create said waves. The darkness melted off the sharpshooter in splendid timing; his scarred upper half complimented by the pale stripped pattern of his lower half. A shark seemed fitting for Xigbar—particularly a tiger shark given his disposition.
Usually Luxord was the member commented on his impeccable timing, but today it would be Xigbar’s turn for the punctuality-prize. No sooner had Xigbar drifted into the waters when a scalding wave of water rushed toward him and the shocked fish-teen behind him. Brandishing his guns, the tense sniper raked his arm up quickly sending an array of ammunition through the center of the heat-wave. It was just enough to save Demyx—and more importantly, himself, from an uncomfortable scalding. The stray ammunition was left to ricochet, leaving Axel to narrowly dodge the block-tactic assault. Silently, the golden eyed elder leveled his gaze with Axel as he folded his arms, weapons brandished, across his chest.
Biting back a profanity, Axel locked his own glare upon number two. “Nice timing,” he snarled; his brow curled into an ugly frown.
“I suppose,” Xigbar murmured lazily as he returned his weapons to the darkness. “Someone’s got to keep the salt-minnow from getting extinguished before his time…”
Axel seethed momentarily, unwilling to tangle with Xigbar simply to scald the life out of Demyx for their present demerit. “Pfh. And you know it’s not his time now because?..” Leaving the question to dangle, Axel crossed his own arms leaving Roxas to hang awkwardly in the background.
“Because,” Xigbar replied calmly, reaching back to snag Demyx’s wrist before the little coward could flee. “He’s gotta suffer through a little talking to before I let ‘im expire,” concluded the sharpshooter; his grip tightening upon the sitarist’s wrist.
“O- Ow!” Demyx squealed in dismay as he twisted his arm in Xigbar’s firm grip. “Hey—Leggo! I didn’t do anything!”
The protest was his usual sing-song melody. In reply, Xigbar grunted: “uh-huh… Whatever the case,” he continued tuning out Demyx’s boyish grunts and squeaks. “I trust you’ll give Roxas a talking to and leave this up to me… right?”
“So long as that little s**t doesn’t get off easy,” Axel growled; his fingertips drumming against his bicep.
Roxas’s eyes went wide a moment before he floundered backwards away from his flame-wielding associate. “What?!”
Xigbar didn’t seem terribly interested in what Axel considered an ‘easy-off’ – not to mention he didn’t seem to mind how Roxas was punished. One thing was certain, he knew what Demyx was gonna get—and there wasn’t going to be a whole-lot of talking! Lowering himself to perch atop a large sunken log, Xigbar yanked Demyx to drift beside his awaiting lap with one bewildering command. “Over.”
Axel lifted a brow; his attention drifting away from Roxas a moment as he stared in disbelief. Even Roxas had begun to gawk in something between horror and humor waiting to see whether or not Xigbar was going to do what he thought he was gonna do.
Demyx quickly flushed a softer shade of pink; his aqua tail peddling lightly in all hope that he might somehow be able to break free of Xigbar’s iron hold. “…w- What for?” he whimpered trying his best to convince Axel and Roxas that this was not a familiar situation for him.
Xigbar didn’t seem too convinced of Demyx’s confusion. “You know what, Demyx. If I have to pull you across my knee, you won’t like it!” Did mermen have knees?
“U- Unn,” the sea-eyed twerp whimpered as he gave one last hopeless tug to Xigbar’s grip. “…Please don’t… not here like this… please? I’ll behave from now on! I promise!” A salty sting of tears was already standing at the brim of Demyx’s eyes.
Xigbar’d heard all of those promises before and as it stood present, Demyx’d never been able to keep his promise to behave for more than a few hours. “Sorry, Demyx,” Xigbar concluded almost gently as he gave a forceful tug to the slender waif. Demyx fell face-first- over his mentor’s lap with a throaty squeal. “—but you’ve earned this one… and probably half a dozen others I don’t know about.” Xigbar nearly chuckled at his last comment though he thought better of it wishing to maintain a stern air. A few bubbles rippled toward the surface as Xigbar drew back his hand dramatically leaving Demyx to squeal and flap his fins.
“N- No! Please don’t do it, Xigbar! Please! You spank so hard!” the brat sniveled as a tantrum-tear slid down his smooth cheek.
*SMACK!* Surprising, the way water carried such a fierce sound. “That’s the point, Demyx.” Regardless of the way Demyx threw his head back and screamed, Xigbar soon set his wrist into a steady rhythm of backswing and snap. “You’ve gotten your friend Roxas into trouble and Axel here was caught in between you two idiot’s idea of ‘fun’.” Smack! Thwack! SPANK!
Roxas’s cheeks immediately heated up to a fierce rose. This… wasn’t happening! Pinning his eyes to the floor, Roxas folded his hands behind his back; all of his fins flipping in nervous fidget.
Axel couldn’t believe his eyes, though the sinister smirk that curled to his palmers seemed to suggest he approved of Demyx’s salty predicament. “Keh! Serves ya right, friggin’ brat,” he spat before rounding about to turn toward Roxas with two cryptic words: “you too.”
“Eh?” Roxas peeped, tearing both of his baby blues to Axel as though to double-check whether or not he was serious. The conviction and annoyance burning in his friend’s eyes didn’t seem to lie. Axel had every intention of dragging Roxas through the same humiliating ritual. “What the hell?!” Roxas growled, immediately flitting a few yards back from his scarlet locked companion. “If that’s a joke, it’s not funny!”
Xigbar couldn’t help but let a small snorted chuckle at Roxas’s defiance. Demyx, on the other hand, cried out quite loudly as he pawed at the side of Xigbar’s sleek tail. “Don’t laugh at me! It’s n- OW! –Not funny!!” The fierce rhythm of spanking did make the boy’s tearful protest a little harder to laugh at; particularly since the teen’s voice was beginning to shake with honest tears.
A fleeting redirect of Roxas’s eyes took note of Demyx’s discomfort and suddenly he did feel a heavy weight of guilt crushing down on that void where a heart should have rested. The mullet topped trout’s bottom of scales had already begun to flush an angry shade of pink through the pearly aqua of his scales. “—Come on, Xigbar… joke’s over… Just let him go, okay?”
Xigbar grunted half a growl as he retorted: “not until he learns to stay outta trouble.” A particularly harsh sounding spank sparked the beginning of poor Demyx’s throaty cries. Tears rolled down his cheeks in thick waves at this point. The sorry looking teen’s brows had furled upward and his face was pink both from the force of his tears and from the awkward position of hanging over Xigbar’s lap.
The sudden burst of sobbing did startle Roxas; his pink cheeks beginning to heat with embarrassment and regret. “…Demyx,” he called quietly, attempting to convey the idea that he was sorry that his friend had to be punished at all. The pair of naughty boys had come to expect that they’d never be caught—much less punished for their antics. Today was just one prank too many.
Capitalizing on the boy’s surprise, Axel reached forward and collected Roxas’s wrist. A more sobering frown had etched itself into his smooth features, forcing Roxas to jerk backwards against Axel’s grip as he whirled about to take in his new predicament.
“Axel, let GO!” Roxas did feel pretty bad about what was presently happening to Demyx however, he wasn’t guilt-ridden enough to accept his own punishment.
Axel did not back down. Instead, he scanned the horizon, seeking out a small patch of marine reeds to duck behind. “Be thankful I’m going to consider your pride, Roxas,” he growled as he jerked the thrashing blonde toward the swaying phargmites. The contrast of Roxas’s shouting with Demyx’s heart wrenching sobs did little to change the situation. The pair had landed themselves into some very hot water.
 --TO BE CONTINUED--  

[Boffii]

Chapter 3: Sorry

*Smack!* The heavy hand of number two's punishment had ground Demyx down to a pulp. Far from gentle, and unswayed by the boy's throat-scalding tears, Xigbar continued to spank the teen's scaled hind. "Cry all you like, Demyx. I'm not entirely convinced that you're sorry," Xigbar chided.
The blondeling hunched forward over the curl of Xigbar's finned lap as he attempted to swallow back a burning sob. The sting was beginning to build up in his bottom; enough that the little mer boy began to cry out from pure discomfort. "Whyy?!"
Unfortunately for Demyx, Xigbar had an answer for his senseless cry. "Because you got Roxas into a heap of trouble; not to mention Axel." Smack! Smack! Smack! The spanking continued on even with Demyx's throaty cries bouncing around the sandy sea bed. "That's enough of that now. Everyone's going to get worked to the pulp on account of your horsing around, ya know... Like we didn't have enough to do already." Allowing his wrist to flip forward a bit more sharply, Xigbar laid a heavier set of smacks. Number two was irritated!
"O-ho-ho-hooow," Demyx sobbed as he threw his head back in agony. Every cupped spank to his scaled behind seemed to sting a little more than the last! Xigbar didn't show signs of stopping either! Quivering, the taller brat slumped forward over the gentle curve of his keeper's lap. Bending to the shame of his predicament, the melodious nocturne cried in earnest. Xigbar always seemed to know when Demyx had reached the point of sorrow. The little brat's voice bent to a higher pitch and rather than the screamed wails of an angry teen, his cries shifted to the bleated sobs of an ashamed child.
Easing the fast flip of his arm, Xigbar relaxed the tension in his voice. "Now, yer gonna say yer sorry to Roxas and Axel like a good boy, aren't ya?" Swat!
"U- Uaa!!!" Demyx attempted to answer his keeper, however, the poor twerp merely forced a nod with his choked and senseless reply.
"Good," Xigbar concluded as he placed one last smack to the boy's crimson backside. SMACK!
Last swat or not, Demyx continued to bawl. The heated spanks may have stopped, but Demyx's bottom still smarted! Great wells of tears continued to eat at the boy's face which was nearly as red as his scaled bottom. Quivering and upset, the nocturne was helpless; too weary to sit up.
Xigbar never enjoyed seeing Demyx fall to pieces the way he did after a sound spanking but he did enjoy the spell of good behavior that followed after said spanking. Hooking his firm hands beneath the boy's arms, Xigbar pulled the boy to sit upward. Strangely enough, a warmth lingered at Xigbar's hip-- just at the point where Demyx's hips met his keeper's lap. Flushing an awkward shade, Xigbar twitched in aggravation as he steered the taller boy against his shoulder. "...Demyx.... did you just..." Sighing in frustration, Xigbar decided it best not to accuse his younger friend of wetting himself; the water prince seemed upset enough.
 --TO BE CONTINUED--