Chapter 2: Nothing But the Truth

“The truth?” Demyx squeaked as though that were the last thing on his mind.

“Yes, the truth,” Lexaeus repeated dryly.

“But this is SAIX we’re talking about. You know, the lunar-lunatic?” Demyx ranted.

Lexaeus passed him a mildly warning glance. “You should not talk that way about your superiors, Demyx.”

“But… Seven ate NINE, Lexaus. I’m Nine!” The boy continued on nonsensically. The joke had clearly been lost on Lexaeus who switched off the television now that Demyx had stopped sobbing. “Hey! I was watching that,” Demyx whined.

“You’re going up to talk to number seven,” Lexaeus corrected.

Demyx had thought to argue but decided better once his stoic companion gave him another warning glance. He didn’t want to know what the gentle giant might do to him if he pushed his luck. Xaldin and Lexaeus were two folk he tried not to push his luck around. They were just too darn strong to tangle with.

Summoning a portal, Demyx shuffled through with an unhappy pout scrawled across his face. The sight of Saix waiting in the /exact/ same spot for him was less than comforting. “S- Saix!” Demyx gasped.

“…You were expecting someone else?” number seven replied without humor.

“Um…well I was hoping it might be someone else,” Demyx mumbled.

Saix stared flatly at the boy. “Did you deliver the letter?”
“About that,” Demyx murmured, scuffing his foot across the floor. “There was sort of… a little accident,” he confessed sheepishly.

“Accident?” Saix inquired patiently. The only nice thing about the Lunar diviner was that he wasn’t quick to anger. True, when he did reach his breaking-point of anger, he went berserk… but it didn’t happen often, and Saix seemed in control of that rage within him.

“Uh-huh,” Demyx nodded. “First there was coffee…. And then purple stuff… as it turns out, when the two come together they make orange gas and it—“

“Number nine,” Saix growled.

Demyx’s eyes welled up with tears once more as he looked up at his superior. “I didn’t’ mean to!” he pleaded. “I put the letter down just like you said… but I bumped into the coffee and then I knocked over the purple stuff… really…”
Saix wasn’t sure whether to attempt to feel sorrow or suspicion for the brat. Opting for the latter, Saix rested a hand on his hip and leaned forward toward the water prince. “So you didn’t touch anything as you weren’t supposed to?”

“NO!” Demyx blurted without even thinking.

Saix, entirely unconvinced sneered. “And if I ask your superior whether or not you were handling his chemicals?”

“Well,” the water dancer began, flushing a shamed shade of pink. “Maybe I did touch some stuff a little…. But I was real careful!”

“Not careful enough,” Saix grunted as he folded his arms across his chest.

Demyx stared down at the floor for a moment and fidgeted with his hands. “Vexen was real mad…” Not that he was about to tell Saix number four had spanked him soundly!

“As he should be,” Saix commented without pity.

“Hey!” Demyx shouted, scowling up at his superior.

“I am convinced,” Saix interjected; “that the superior will allow me to deliver another copy of the letter.”

“Really?!” Demyx interrupted gleefully.

“However,” Saix added.

“Why does there always have to be a however?” Demyx sulked.

Saix did not answer and continued his previous thought. “You will be punished for failing to carry out your mission.”
Demyx paled and took a step back from the blue haired lunatic. “Y- You wouldn’t turn me over to the Superior! He’ll turn me into a dusk!” Demyx shrieked, quickly summoning a storm of tears. The taller boy quickly threw himself upon the mercy of number seven. Grabbing fistfuls of Saix’s black cloak, Demyx sniveled against his coat, half hugging the man in a pathetic display.

Saix was quite… confused by the boy’s actions and sneered. “Egh… Control yourself, number nine! Stop acting so infantile!”

“I am not infantile!” Demyx retorted amid snivel. Saix growled once again but did not argue with the boy any farther.

“I will carry out your punishment and inform the Superior. I am sure he will be satisfied simply knowing you have been properly punished,” Saix uttered calmly.

“But!” Demyx whined. “No! I’ve already gotten punished enough!”
Saix lifted a brow and gazed down on the boy as though to ask him how he’d been punished.

Demyx blushed and quickly thrust his burnt arm forward. “See?!”
“…Vexen burnt you?” Saix inquired, sounding as though he disapproved of such rough methods.

Not wanting to get himself into any more trouble with Vexen—and not truly wanted to see Vexen take a thrashing from Saix, Demyx replied honestly: “Oh, no… Not really… I mean, it just sort of happened when al the chemicals mixed together…. But it really hurt!” Demyx insisted, attempting to sell his burn as a punishment.

Saix didn’t seem interested in knowing how the burn had happened. He was more interested in knowing Vexen hadn’t burnt the brat. “Go and wait for me in the drawing room. I’ll decide your fate,” Saix murmured darkly.

“But Saix!” Demyx whimpered, his eyes pooling over with tears.

Waiting for Saix was torture. Demyx wasn’t sure WHAT the lunar diviner was doing, but he was sure it involved sharpening instruments of torture that would be heated and no doubt run through him. The longer he waited the more horrible of an image he conjured of his punishment. Whimpering, Demyx scrubbed his cheeks of a few fearful tears that managed to break free of his lashes. Suddenly, the latch to the drawing room door twisted and opened. There was Saix and surprisingly, he had no objects with which to torture the boy. Somehow, this only served to frighten Demyx more. Convinced Saix had decided to snuff him from existence; Demyx dropped to his knees at Saix’s feet and threw his arms around the man’s legs.

“No, please! I don’t want to go back to the darkness yet! I promise I can do good missions! Please!!! I know it was the simplest mission ever—I won’t screw up again,” Demyx bawled.

Saix pulled the doors closed behind him and pinched his elegant brows into a mild frown. “Stand up, number nine and stop coming unglued. I am not going to annihilate you.”

“Yer not?” Demyx hiccupped.

“No,” Saix replied coldly.

Standing, Demyx wrung his hands together and whimpered: “…what’re you going to do to me?” Bracing himself for the answer, Demyx attempted to wipe his cheeks clean.

“I had thought perhaps it was too immature a punishment at first,” Saix began as he unthreaded his fingers from his leather gloves. “…but you really are childish, number nine and deserve to be treated accordingly,” Saix lectured.

Demyx grunted a defiant squeak and fought not to stick out his lower lip in pout. It was difficult to listen to lectures, though the sort Saix dealt out weren’t as hard (or LONG) to sit through as the ones the Superior lashed out.

“First, you’re going to stand a good while in that corner and think about how you failed your mission.”

“But I wouldn’t hav—“
“Anymore cheek out of you and I will reconsider turning you over to the Superior,” Saix cautioned. He wouldn’t have carried through with his threat. The superior wasn’t one to be bothered with the trifle of such a small botch-mission. “Once you’ve thought long and hard about your mission, you will ask me to take you across my knee and teach you some respect.”

Demyx’s jaw dropped momentarily before all hell erupted. “No! No, No, No!” he squealed, stomping his foot dramatically. “I’m not a little kid and I’m not asking you to spank me!”

Saix took the boy’s tantrum in stride and calmly replied: “how refreshing to know you understood what I meant in across the knee. Xigbar has, no doubt, taught you the meaning of that a few times.”

“HE PROMISED NOT TO TELL!!!” Demyx shouted with an angry flush of embarrassment.

“And he didn’t tell. Any educated half-wit would have guessed,” said Saix as he stepped forward and pulled the boy forward.

“N- No!” Demyx shouted, his voice cracking as Saix lowered his hands to the fly of the boy’s jeans.

“Be silent.” Saix sounded rather detached from the situation, though he did not sound entirely angry either. Once he’d unzipped the boy’s fly and made light of his button, he nudged Demyx toward the corner.

Furious, but trapped, Demyx burst into tears and begrudgingly stepped into the corner. Saix had already decided, at that point, that this punishment suited the boy well. “Sai-ix! I don’t wanna!” Demyx cried.

“Perhaps next time,” Saix began as he tugged the boy’s jeans beneath the curve of the boy’s backside; “you’ll think of the consequences.” In finality, Saix pulled the back of the boy’s boxers down beneath the smooth curve of his bottom.

“No!!” Demyx cried in embarrassment as he reached a hand back to catch his boxers. Saix promptly pinned the boy’s hand to the small of his back and gazed at the adorably pink shade of the boy’s bottom.

“I see that Vexen has already gotten to you,” Saix uttered.

Demyx cried out in embarrassment: “No! No he didn’t! I’m too old for this!”

“I doubt very much that is a rash… He was quite gentle with you,” Saix commented before releasing Demyx’s hand. “No more talking. Keep your nose in that corner and think about why you failed your mission,” Saix scolded.

Demyx knew better than to try and right his boxers and instead employed his hand to pull the hem of his shirt down over his exposed boyhood. After a handful of minutes, Demyx’s tantrum tears had grown quiet… and his face had grown redder. “…Saix… I don’t wanna stand here anymore,” Demyx fussed.

Saix, in the mean time, had seated himself atop the love seat and kept a watchful gaze on the water-pup. “Very well. We will proceed,” Saix uttered.

Scarlet cheeked, Demyx turned away from the wall, clutching his shirt down over his front half. Walking with his trousers lowered was… difficult at best. Stopping short of Saix’s lap, Demyx whimpered pathetically. “Saix… please don’t…”
“If you are unwilling to proceed with your punishment, you may return to the corner until you are ready,” said Saix. Quietly—gently he added: “…I will not damage you in any way. I will keep in mind that you have already been spanked today.”

Demyx wasn’t entirely relieved to hear such a thing, in fact… he felt rather guilty about the fact that Saix was going to take care not to hurt him. Choking back a sob, Demyx murmured quickly: “…fine… please… do it then…” Saix refused to move and frowned at the melodious nocturne. “I don’t wanna say it! Please!” Demyx begged, but Saix continued to glare up at the poor boy. Swallowing hard, Demyx hitched: “…Please take me across your knee… I’m sorry…Really,” Demyx added with a hushed cry.

Though it wasn’t exactly what Saix had demanded the boy say, he was pleased with the humility the boy had shown. “Come,” he said softly as he hooked his hands beneath Demyx’s arms. Saix pulled the boy down and across his lap, though rather than letting him dangle, he held his upper Torso against his arm, half perching the boy against his shoulder. Tugging the boy’s undergarments down to the boy’s knees, Demyx squealed loudly.

“No! Please! Don’t do it with my pants down!”

Saix wasn’t interested in the boy’s protests. Unlike Vexen, Saix had no qualms about spanking the little one’s bare behind. It made it easier for him to keep track of the color of the boy’s fanny. “Be still,” Saix warned as he drew up his hand and sent it crashing down against the junction of the boy’s cheeks.

“Hyaaa!!!” Demyx screamed as he rocked forward from the spank. By the time the third spank fell, Demyx had already begun bawling. By the tenth, the little imp was struggling, leaving Saix to hold him firmly to his shoulder as he continued spanking the boy. The Nocturne’s melodious cries leeched out into the hallway with ease. It was quite clear what was going on in the drawing room; it left no guess-work. The bare sound of flesh slapping flesh accompanied by Demyx’s immature cry spelled it out.

“No more! Please, it h- hurts!” the boy sobbed.

“You do not decide when this spanking ends, number Nine… and you do not (SMACK) order your (SMACK SMACK) Superiors (SMACK!!!) around.” Saix instructed between spanks.

Demyx cried out in earnest and yielded to his tears. His body shook with his cries and though Saix still spanked him, he wound his arms up about the blue haired diviner’s neck and cried hard into his shoulder.

Dealing one last spank to the boy’s cherry-red posterior, Saix sighed in frustration and let his hand rest atop the boy’s bottom. “…It is over now…” Saix murmured softly.

Demyx didn’t seem to care. He just wanted to be comforted and coddled for the moment. He knew nothing would take the sting out of his aching behind for a while. The next best thing was to take the sting out of his void of heart.

Reluctantly, Saix drew the boy a bit closer and sat patiently. “I should hope these measures will not need to be repeated,” Saix cooed against the boy’s cheek.

“N- No sir,” Demyx choked. “A- And I really am sorry I’m a pain…”

Saix paused a moment and allowed himself to stroke a few of the longer locks at the back of the Nocturne’s mullet. “…No one thinks you’re a pain.”

“Vexen does!” Demyx cried.

“…Number four thinks everyone is a pain when they aren’t delivering deadly chemicals to him,” Saix murmured. “It is just his way. I am certain he views you as a valuable member of this organization.”
The boy sniffled in guilt and offered Saix a strong squeeze. “…I like you too, Saix.”
Saix sneered, appalled to be sharing such a tender moment given the fact that he had no heart to share. “Hush now. You’re alright,” Saix insisted as he stood up with the boy. Demyx groaned and swayed lightly. Saix kept tight hold of him and assumed the boy was dizzy due to the time he spent in such an awkward position. Leaning down, number seven carefully righted Demyx’s boxers and trousers. Demyx hissed in pain as his pants brushed his well spanked behind, but had little time to dwell on the pain. Something much worse was about to happen.

Chapter 2: Nothing But the Truth

“The truth?” Demyx squeaked as though that were the last thing on his mind.

“Yes, the truth,” Lexaeus repeated dryly.

“But this is SAIX we’re talking about. You know, the lunar-lunatic?” Demyx ranted.

Lexaeus passed him a mildly warning glance. “You should not talk that way about your superiors, Demyx.”

“But… Seven ate NINE, Lexaus. I’m Nine!” The boy continued on nonsensically. The joke had clearly been lost on Lexaeus who switched off the television now that Demyx had stopped sobbing. “Hey! I was watching that,” Demyx whined.

“You’re going up to talk to number seven,” Lexaeus corrected.

Demyx had thought to argue but decided better once his stoic companion gave him another warning glance. He didn’t want to know what the gentle giant might do to him if he pushed his luck. Xaldin and Lexaeus were two folk he tried not to push his luck around. They were just too darn strong to tangle with.

Summoning a portal, Demyx shuffled through with an unhappy pout scrawled across his face. The sight of Saix waiting in the /exact/ same spot for him was less than comforting. “S- Saix!” Demyx gasped.

“…You were expecting someone else?” number seven replied without humor.

“Um…well I was hoping it might be someone else,” Demyx mumbled.

Saix stared flatly at the boy. “Did you deliver the letter?”
“About that,” Demyx murmured, scuffing his foot across the floor. “There was sort of… a little accident,” he confessed sheepishly.

“Accident?” Saix inquired patiently. The only nice thing about the Lunar diviner was that he wasn’t quick to anger. True, when he did reach his breaking-point of anger, he went berserk… but it didn’t happen often, and Saix seemed in control of that rage within him.

“Uh-huh,” Demyx nodded. “First there was coffee…. And then purple stuff… as it turns out, when the two come together they make orange gas and it—“

“Number nine,” Saix growled.

Demyx’s eyes welled up with tears once more as he looked up at his superior. “I didn’t’ mean to!” he pleaded. “I put the letter down just like you said… but I bumped into the coffee and then I knocked over the purple stuff… really…”
Saix wasn’t sure whether to attempt to feel sorrow or suspicion for the brat. Opting for the latter, Saix rested a hand on his hip and leaned forward toward the water prince. “So you didn’t touch anything as you weren’t supposed to?”

“NO!” Demyx blurted without even thinking.

Saix, entirely unconvinced sneered. “And if I ask your superior whether or not you were handling his chemicals?”

“Well,” the water dancer began, flushing a shamed shade of pink. “Maybe I did touch some stuff a little…. But I was real careful!”

“Not careful enough,” Saix grunted as he folded his arms across his chest.

Demyx stared down at the floor for a moment and fidgeted with his hands. “Vexen was real mad…” Not that he was about to tell Saix number four had spanked him soundly!

“As he should be,” Saix commented without pity.

“Hey!” Demyx shouted, scowling up at his superior.

“I am convinced,” Saix interjected; “that the superior will allow me to deliver another copy of the letter.”

“Really?!” Demyx interrupted gleefully.

“However,” Saix added.

“Why does there always have to be a however?” Demyx sulked.

Saix did not answer and continued his previous thought. “You will be punished for failing to carry out your mission.”
Demyx paled and took a step back from the blue haired lunatic. “Y- You wouldn’t turn me over to the Superior! He’ll turn me into a dusk!” Demyx shrieked, quickly summoning a storm of tears. The taller boy quickly threw himself upon the mercy of number seven. Grabbing fistfuls of Saix’s black cloak, Demyx sniveled against his coat, half hugging the man in a pathetic display.

Saix was quite… confused by the boy’s actions and sneered. “Egh… Control yourself, number nine! Stop acting so infantile!”

“I am not infantile!” Demyx retorted amid snivel. Saix growled once again but did not argue with the boy any farther.

“I will carry out your punishment and inform the Superior. I am sure he will be satisfied simply knowing you have been properly punished,” Saix uttered calmly.

“But!” Demyx whined. “No! I’ve already gotten punished enough!”
Saix lifted a brow and gazed down on the boy as though to ask him how he’d been punished.

Demyx blushed and quickly thrust his burnt arm forward. “See?!”
“…Vexen burnt you?” Saix inquired, sounding as though he disapproved of such rough methods.

Not wanting to get himself into any more trouble with Vexen—and not truly wanted to see Vexen take a thrashing from Saix, Demyx replied honestly: “Oh, no… Not really… I mean, it just sort of happened when al the chemicals mixed together…. But it really hurt!” Demyx insisted, attempting to sell his burn as a punishment.

Saix didn’t seem interested in knowing how the burn had happened. He was more interested in knowing Vexen hadn’t burnt the brat. “Go and wait for me in the drawing room. I’ll decide your fate,” Saix murmured darkly.

“But Saix!” Demyx whimpered, his eyes pooling over with tears.

Waiting for Saix was torture. Demyx wasn’t sure WHAT the lunar diviner was doing, but he was sure it involved sharpening instruments of torture that would be heated and no doubt run through him. The longer he waited the more horrible of an image he conjured of his punishment. Whimpering, Demyx scrubbed his cheeks of a few fearful tears that managed to break free of his lashes. Suddenly, the latch to the drawing room door twisted and opened. There was Saix and surprisingly, he had no objects with which to torture the boy. Somehow, this only served to frighten Demyx more. Convinced Saix had decided to snuff him from existence; Demyx dropped to his knees at Saix’s feet and threw his arms around the man’s legs.

“No, please! I don’t want to go back to the darkness yet! I promise I can do good missions! Please!!! I know it was the simplest mission ever—I won’t screw up again,” Demyx bawled.

Saix pulled the doors closed behind him and pinched his elegant brows into a mild frown. “Stand up, number nine and stop coming unglued. I am not going to annihilate you.”

“Yer not?” Demyx hiccupped.

“No,” Saix replied coldly.

Standing, Demyx wrung his hands together and whimpered: “…what’re you going to do to me?” Bracing himself for the answer, Demyx attempted to wipe his cheeks clean.

“I had thought perhaps it was too immature a punishment at first,” Saix began as he unthreaded his fingers from his leather gloves. “…but you really are childish, number nine and deserve to be treated accordingly,” Saix lectured.

Demyx grunted a defiant squeak and fought not to stick out his lower lip in pout. It was difficult to listen to lectures, though the sort Saix dealt out weren’t as hard (or LONG) to sit through as the ones the Superior lashed out.

“First, you’re going to stand a good while in that corner and think about how you failed your mission.”

“But I wouldn’t hav—“
“Anymore cheek out of you and I will reconsider turning you over to the Superior,” Saix cautioned. He wouldn’t have carried through with his threat. The superior wasn’t one to be bothered with the trifle of such a small botch-mission. “Once you’ve thought long and hard about your mission, you will ask me to take you across my knee and teach you some respect.”

Demyx’s jaw dropped momentarily before all hell erupted. “No! No, No, No!” he squealed, stomping his foot dramatically. “I’m not a little kid and I’m not asking you to spank me!”

Saix took the boy’s tantrum in stride and calmly replied: “how refreshing to know you understood what I meant in across the knee. Xigbar has, no doubt, taught you the meaning of that a few times.”

“HE PROMISED NOT TO TELL!!!” Demyx shouted with an angry flush of embarrassment.

“And he didn’t tell. Any educated half-wit would have guessed,” said Saix as he stepped forward and pulled the boy forward.

“N- No!” Demyx shouted, his voice cracking as Saix lowered his hands to the fly of the boy’s jeans.

“Be silent.” Saix sounded rather detached from the situation, though he did not sound entirely angry either. Once he’d unzipped the boy’s fly and made light of his button, he nudged Demyx toward the corner.

Furious, but trapped, Demyx burst into tears and begrudgingly stepped into the corner. Saix had already decided, at that point, that this punishment suited the boy well. “Sai-ix! I don’t wanna!” Demyx cried.

“Perhaps next time,” Saix began as he tugged the boy’s jeans beneath the curve of the boy’s backside; “you’ll think of the consequences.” In finality, Saix pulled the back of the boy’s boxers down beneath the smooth curve of his bottom.

“No!!” Demyx cried in embarrassment as he reached a hand back to catch his boxers. Saix promptly pinned the boy’s hand to the small of his back and gazed at the adorably pink shade of the boy’s bottom.

“I see that Vexen has already gotten to you,” Saix uttered.

Demyx cried out in embarrassment: “No! No he didn’t! I’m too old for this!”

“I doubt very much that is a rash… He was quite gentle with you,” Saix commented before releasing Demyx’s hand. “No more talking. Keep your nose in that corner and think about why you failed your mission,” Saix scolded.

Demyx knew better than to try and right his boxers and instead employed his hand to pull the hem of his shirt down over his exposed boyhood. After a handful of minutes, Demyx’s tantrum tears had grown quiet… and his face had grown redder. “…Saix… I don’t wanna stand here anymore,” Demyx fussed.

Saix, in the mean time, had seated himself atop the love seat and kept a watchful gaze on the water-pup. “Very well. We will proceed,” Saix uttered.

Scarlet cheeked, Demyx turned away from the wall, clutching his shirt down over his front half. Walking with his trousers lowered was… difficult at best. Stopping short of Saix’s lap, Demyx whimpered pathetically. “Saix… please don’t…”
“If you are unwilling to proceed with your punishment, you may return to the corner until you are ready,” said Saix. Quietly—gently he added: “…I will not damage you in any way. I will keep in mind that you have already been spanked today.”

Demyx wasn’t entirely relieved to hear such a thing, in fact… he felt rather guilty about the fact that Saix was going to take care not to hurt him. Choking back a sob, Demyx murmured quickly: “…fine… please… do it then…” Saix refused to move and frowned at the melodious nocturne. “I don’t wanna say it! Please!” Demyx begged, but Saix continued to glare up at the poor boy. Swallowing hard, Demyx hitched: “…Please take me across your knee… I’m sorry…Really,” Demyx added with a hushed cry.

Though it wasn’t exactly what Saix had demanded the boy say, he was pleased with the humility the boy had shown. “Come,” he said softly as he hooked his hands beneath Demyx’s arms. Saix pulled the boy down and across his lap, though rather than letting him dangle, he held his upper Torso against his arm, half perching the boy against his shoulder. Tugging the boy’s undergarments down to the boy’s knees, Demyx squealed loudly.

“No! Please! Don’t do it with my pants down!”

Saix wasn’t interested in the boy’s protests. Unlike Vexen, Saix had no qualms about spanking the little one’s bare behind. It made it easier for him to keep track of the color of the boy’s fanny. “Be still,” Saix warned as he drew up his hand and sent it crashing down against the junction of the boy’s cheeks.

“Hyaaa!!!” Demyx screamed as he rocked forward from the spank. By the time the third spank fell, Demyx had already begun bawling. By the tenth, the little imp was struggling, leaving Saix to hold him firmly to his shoulder as he continued spanking the boy. The Nocturne’s melodious cries leeched out into the hallway with ease. It was quite clear what was going on in the drawing room; it left no guess-work. The bare sound of flesh slapping flesh accompanied by Demyx’s immature cry spelled it out.

“No more! Please, it h- hurts!” the boy sobbed.

“You do not decide when this spanking ends, number Nine… and you do not (SMACK) order your (SMACK SMACK) Superiors (SMACK!!!) around.” Saix instructed between spanks.

Demyx cried out in earnest and yielded to his tears. His body shook with his cries and though Saix still spanked him, he wound his arms up about the blue haired diviner’s neck and cried hard into his shoulder.

Dealing one last spank to the boy’s cherry-red posterior, Saix sighed in frustration and let his hand rest atop the boy’s bottom. “…It is over now…” Saix murmured softly.

Demyx didn’t seem to care. He just wanted to be comforted and coddled for the moment. He knew nothing would take the sting out of his aching behind for a while. The next best thing was to take the sting out of his void of heart.

Reluctantly, Saix drew the boy a bit closer and sat patiently. “I should hope these measures will not need to be repeated,” Saix cooed against the boy’s cheek.

“N- No sir,” Demyx choked. “A- And I really am sorry I’m a pain…”

Saix paused a moment and allowed himself to stroke a few of the longer locks at the back of the Nocturne’s mullet. “…No one thinks you’re a pain.”

“Vexen does!” Demyx cried.