Xaldin stepped out of the dark portal he’d summoned. Ah, yes. Joutenheim Gate. Not his territory, of course, but someone was here that he needed to speak to. Maybe not speak to, so much as skewer painfully.

Just over there were his fellow Organization members, having themselves a nice cozy chat. Xigbar, Saïx, and the man he needed to see. Luxord, the man whose brilliant timing had ruined an impending fight with Kliff.

Xaldin stalked around the little group, trying his utmost to contain his anger. He kept his eyes locked on Luxord. “Well, well, well. Is this all?” He raised his arms to indicate the little gathering. “Is this the great and mighty reason you decided to pause time, Luxord? You should have gone to the damned meeting room if you wanted to converse!” Xaldin seethed. “Do you know what you did? I’ll tell you what you did. You disrupted a very important fight, you insubordinate wretch. Why the Superior bothers to keep your lazy ass around, I’ll never understand. I’d have tossed you out on your ear ages ago!” He glared daggers at Luxord. Number Ten had better have a damned good explanation for this little game.