Axel stared at the photograph in his hand. For once, the prankmaester, the man of many words, the flaming lexicon of mischief was silent. Then he turned to Demyx. "Ma.. ma.... Mah..... It's ... maaa..."

He sounded a little like a roasting sheep.

"All right," he said finally, assuming an expression of absolute punkish pride. "This gotta stay between you 'n me till I come up with something, got it memorized?"

'Maaa maaa? Either a sheep or ... Maaarluxia?!' Demyx laughed, it was the first time he had seen Axel so stunned he was bleating like a sheep.

'You're intending to think up a plan, I assume?' Demyx stroked his cloak, looking rather, dapper. One could say. 'Your wish, is my command. My lord.' He even measured on an English accent, a crooked one at that.

'But to think it was in an erotic novel. Phew, hope she keeps mine in a horror novel.' Demyx whistled.

"Man, I didn't know Larxene thought this way, Dimmy." Axel scratched his hair again, staring at the photo for a bit longer. "Nice angle but!"

"And what you mean think? I always have plans in my head, my man, I'm always one step ahead, yo." He slid the photo down Demyx's shirt and patted it where it sat. "Right, you keep that safe, I got something brewing."

"Now when you next see Larxene, pretend to help her make her wish come true... That'll be our master plan, got it memorized?"

"Neither of you are going to be carrying out and 'master plans' anytime soon," said a very dangerous voice from behind them.

There stood Vexen, looking extremely shell-shocked and singed. His hair was blown back, and his face was covered with soot. All around his eyes were a clean space where his goggles had been. Perfect comedy.

"So I suggest you relenquish the contraband to a senior member before I ice the both of you." He held out a hand, glaring daggers at Axel.

He would have been very scary... IF anyone could take him seriously looking like that.

Demyx, looked rather blank, Axel was keeping him in the dark on purpose. Which was a safer way seeing as Demyx had to make Larxene think it was true.

'I got it, but if she kills me. I will drag you down with me- Hello Vexen, you're looking lively. Hehe.' Demyx stood up straight, trying to keep himself from laughing at the older man's  appearance.

'Something blew up?' He asked, pointing out the obvious as he motioned with his hand over Vexen's apparel. Though he stood frozen with the request, or better said. Order, placed onto him.

Now one knew Demyx wasn't that hard to see through, rather clumsy at times. But it looked like he threatened to kill the "master plan" before it was even extracted. Holding out a polaroid to Vexen.

'Don't tell Larxy, you have this. Because I am pretty sure, she would sacrifice you as well if she finds out you have that polaroid.' The polaroid he gave wasn't the one he had shown Axel. To be honest, he hid so many criminal pictures, one would assume he's a private investigator.

'Then again, Xemnas would kill you too. A picture of him and Axel naked. In Larxene's room. Vexen having the picture. Hope to see you at lunch tomorrow.' He waved with a radiating gentleman like smile.

Vexen had not realize what it was, only that it was something they had had, and so he intended to take from them to better increase their unhappiness levels.

When his eyes graced the page... words cannot discriibe the expression of sheer horror. Needless to say, it was bad.

"A- AH!" he gasped, mouth open and eyes round as coins. "What... what IS THIS??"

Axel rolled his eyes as Vexen came onto the scene, lifting his face higher than necessary for the action though since he was in fact trying to not giggle. He failed utterly, and quickly clamped a hand over his mouth. When he finally calmed down, he gave a quick sidelong glance to Demyx, wondering if he would spill the beans.

"I don't have anything," Axel said truthfully.

When Vexen was handed a new photo, it made him rather curious, but he held it in check. This control completely faded however when Demyx described it. Axel's eyes went rather dish-shaped. Then he carefully crept over to Vexen's side and stared at the photo.

"..." he said. "Man, I look horrible in that light."

Demyx kept that radiant gentleman smile on. Though his eyes were void of any emotion but utter cruelty. 'Now you do know, Vexen. You won't. Say a thing right?' Demyx's voice had dropped all sheer fake emotions he would mimic.

Then his smile began to radiate even more, and his eyes shifted as though he was looking at something behind them. 'Xemnas, look what I found in Vexen's hand~' He straightened up a bit, as he usually would do.

Though in reality, there was nobody there. 'That's what kind of an explanation he would get and we both know. I'm not smart enough to scheme something like that. Right, Vexen?' He bit the last part at him, then chuckled.

'It was fun knowing you. Maybe he'll go easy on you and turn you into a Dusk?' His radiant smile turned into one of his wide grins, the kind he'd usually give, with the emotions also in his eyes. After all, Demyx worked hard on keeping the image of having a heart.

'Run along now, you want to keep that picture, or should I take it back from here?'