This has been the edited version, the old one has been deleted. Finally, I posted this story. I've had this chapter finished for months but forgot that I had it saved on my computer so... Yeah. This happens to many other stories as well. That is why I do not have many- finished- stories posted on my profile. Oh well, I am just glad that this one will be completed. Anyways... This is really random and it's what happens when you don't get any sleep -just like some of my other stories as well- so I hope that you enjoy it!

As some of you have noticed, I totally rewrote the whole story. Everything is so much better than before and I tried hard not to change the main story line. Plus the very weird parts. However, I made it easier to read and more like my current writing style.

Rated: T (T, really?!) Mainly because of my desirable nature to put apeshit into every sentence and such. Not much else wrong with it 'cept for maybe some sex references but hey, I think you can live with just jokes about it, right?

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts and any of its characters and anything else that you know that I do not own.

It was night, the black sky seeming to take over the anything below it. The darkness was about to swallow everything up, leading it into nothingness. So brilliant. Kingdom Hearts shown brightly over the large silver establishment of The Castle That Never Was. It was a truly a dazzling sight. A dazzling sight when nothing existed at all? How odd, some would suggest. It was different for the people who lived here. The Organization. Nobodies. They lived in the realm of nothingness. Everything -or nothing, for that matter- was silent in the dark corridors and alleys of the dark city. However, even in the peace of night, trouble began to stir.

Hours passed by, time waving goodbye while passing. It was six o'clock in the morning and only a few Nobodies were up and moving around in the Kitchen That Never Was. The newest member, Roxas, opened the fridge sleepy. He was obviously not a morning person. Slowly, he pulled out the milk for his cereal and his muscles ached when the carton was heaver than expected. Saïx sat quietly at the table flipping through the newspaper. There was not anything interesting, but it was a better choice than conversing with the other Nobodies who were in the kitchen. Near the shove, Xigbar poked fun at Xaldin who was wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron. Who wouldn't? However, some had to agree that he looked better in an apron than some of the other members. They were all victims -or maybe even suspects- at what was about to unfold next.

"Who in the mighty flaming depths of hell could have done this to me!?"

To that, the milk carton that Roxas held slipped through his fingers, spilling onto the white marble tiling in an instant. The newspaper that Saïx had been reading accidentally ripped in half at the scream. Xigbar, who had been leaning up against the counter lost his footing, tripping forward on the floor mat and landed on top of his friend, who was now a bright red. Time seemed to freeze as the cries from upstairs continued. Something just did not feel right in the least bit. The four Nobodies that were in the kitchen stayed as statue, wondering what was going on the other stories of the enormous castle. Somehow, they found that being blissfully unaware might be a great thing to be.

The eye patch wearing nobody jumped to his feet quickly, leaving the other on the ground confused and flushing from the embarrassing fall. Also he wondered how such a small man could take him down so easily. Completely ignoring the fact that he just landed on a fellow Nobody, he walked across the room towards the doorway leading to the upstairs floors. He did not go up, but he peered up the stairs, as if someone was going to come screaming their head off while skipping to the beat of 'My Fair Lady.' "Man oh man!" Didn't everyone enjoy a little excitement on the side of their eggs and bacon? He turned back around and faced his little 'audience'. "Axel is gonna really get it this time!"

The blond was staring at the ceiling, an eyebrow crooked and he was thinking about the possibility of someone falling through the ceiling and landing in the middle of the kitchen. Hopefully on the table, because that would just be comical. Especially if it was Axel being punched through the floor by Larxene. He most definitely would laugh out loud at that scene. With what had happened thus far this very morning, he figured that it would be possible. How? He didn't know. It was just his thoughts. Sighing, his gaze tilted towards the ground. "At least it's him and not us." Roxas now noticed that the milk he dropped had gotten all over his cloak. In an instant, he completely forgot about the situation. His face cringed in disgust, "Ah, Shit. I have to go change now!"

More yells were heard coming from the upper levels suddenly. Saïx shook his head at the mess that was beginning to grow this morning, knowing that the Superior would not be pleased once he woke. If he weren't up already, then it would be a freaking miracle. His blue hair covering his face in the process of shaking his head. Why is it that he could act completely emo and no one would notice? Or maybe they do notice but they're too afraid to say anything of the nature to him. He was not scary. He was not dangerous. However, others instinctively fear him. "I would wait until Larxene finishes her rampage first before departing to the upstairs."

"Until Axel's funeral begins! Right!" How amusing. The older members smirked to themselves at the thought of it. Sometimes, the kid was actually pretty funny. Some of the other times, he was just a kid. Not as natïve as other people. Other people as in Demyx, but he was okay. Roxas began to search for something he could use to mop up the spilled milk. Once he looked down, a small glimmer in his eyes appeared out of the darkness. Xaldin's dreads seemed really convenient right at the moment.

The one on the floor must have figured what the small blond was thinking. Hell, everyone around him could have figured out what was running through the younger one's mind. It was more than clearly written across his face. What he found out was not something that he was up to for this unbelievably hectic morning. Glaring up at him, he calmly threatened, "You do it you die."

"Holy mother of hell! Where in hell is it? The world will end if it is not found!"

There were steps coming down the stairs and Zexion turned around the corner. His hair must have been messy from 'not getting any sleep' last night. That mainly consisted of staying up half the night and reading some great book. Something like that. Xigbar, the only one who really thought this way, had investigated what the sixth member did in his spare time before. Some could remember that he was taking bets that he was writing poems or crying over his life. After finding out, he could not speak for a week about what he had seen. So, yes. Reading. Yes, that was it. "Bleak Rise," he murmured.

"Mornin' Zexion." Roxas said, not even fazed by the way the other greeted them. "Do you know what's going on upstairs?"

Every Nobody in the kitchen turned when the spotlight was put onto Zexion. Slowly, he shook his head. Truthfully, he really did not want to know what was going on upstairs but he knew that the news would spread soon enough. Sometimes, he just hated gossip. Why could no one keep quiet anymore? "No, I do not. Somehow, I have a strange feeling that number eight has something to do with it."

"See..." Xigbar waved his finger in front of the blond's face, "…That's what I said."

The blond swatted at the Freeshooter's finger, "No it wasn't! It was my idea, you stupid pirate!"

"Don't call me a pirate, Brat!"

"Don't take my ideas, Ninja!"

Xigbar pounded his fist on the counter. It was more than likely that the ninja stereotype comment was irritating him. No one could blame the blond. He actually was like a ninja, pirate, ninja, surfer dude. Stereotypes, as if. "Damn you Blondie and your freakin' hormones."

There was more yelling, even more so than the screams and cries from upstairs. That was very impressive, somewhat impossible. Zexion, who was not a huge fan of the yelling in the morning, just picked up a doughnut from his own little stash and plopped himself down in a chair at the table. He looked down, slightly raising an eyebrow at what he saw. How could he miss that? "Having fun, Xaldin?" On the floor, the Whirlwind Lancer was fighting back Roxas's foot that kept trying to mop up the slipped milk with his long black dreads. It was a very comical commotion. If the Cloaked Schemer were not so uptight, maybe he would have found this very amusing. Seriously, the man's head looked like a mop to the young blond! He had to give in sometime. "I would offer advice but at the moment… I am very tired. Better luck next time."

There was the noise of someone upstairs running from one room to the next, breaking whatever that was in their way in the process. Nobodies flinched at the noise, but somehow took no part in it like earlier. They simply stayed there and listened to the noises silently. A loud scream of frustration was heard from above, which was not very unusual. "Where is it!? Come on! I know it did not just walk off the face of this planet by itself! I know it!"

Xigbar continued to crack up with laughter while he tried to get some decaffeinated coffee from the counter. No nonbeing in the castle was allowed to ever look at the stuff the man added into his coffee and for some nobodies; they really, really didn't want to know. Turning around with a huge smirk, he asked playfully, "Can I use someone's camera to videotape when Axel gets murdered? I'll share the credit when I post the video online."

"Oh… So it was Axel, huh?" From groggy the voice, they all turned around to see Marluxia standing half asleep in the doorway. His hand was covering his pale face and his usual bright blue eyes seemed very dull this morning. Even his usual perfect looking pink locks were out of control at the time. It just was not natural. Marluxia had to be perky and annoying in the mornings. Why wasn't he? Of course, he looked a little tired, but maybe that was not the end of it. Who in the Organization really care?

As the pink haired one staggered into the kitchen, Zexion perked up, noting the obvious to him. "You look horrible."

Before he even had a chance to answer back to the other, the tall man sneezed, causing every nobody to flinch and bring their arms to their faces. It was an odd way to block away any germ coming from the un-Graceful Assassin. The pink haired man wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his cloak, relieving him from a few sweat drops. All right, maybe it was obvious that he was not feeling so great. However, still, no one really cared. "I think I should visit Vexen today… He's a doctor or scientist type thingy. Kind of. I don't know… He's something like that though. Maybe he'll make me feel better."

In the far distance of the castle, in his lab, the said person let out a long and defected scream.

"Marly, Marly, Marly. You should know by now what happens when you annoy Vexen. He'll eat your soul for one. At least, I thought that he would. Nah… He's too skinny. To feminine. Well, Larxene would eat your soul so I don't- What? What is wrong with you people?" Everyone was staring at Xigbar slightly confused about what he was actually getting at. The Freeshooter looked around aimlessly while sipping his mysterious coffee. Finally, he could not avert the strange glances away so decided to go back and make up for his random comment. "Never mind dudes, everyone just ignore my comments. Do you know what's going on up there?"

Marluxia frowned, "No… And I'm pretty sure- sneeze- that- sneeze- that…" Soon everybody covered their faces again and watched as the pink haired man fell head first into a sneezing fit. Once again, no one felt any sympathy for him. No one pitied him. They just wanted him to get away from them for two good reasons.

From the sudden sneezes, the Cloaked Schemer pulled out a purple hospital mask from his clock pocket and placed it over his nose and mouth. Don't ask why it was purple; he just bought it that way assumingly. He usually had to wear the mask when he went outside because any kind of scent was overpowering to him. Especially whenever The Graceful Assassin was around because the man lays on the perfume and beauty products in a brutal manner. Brutal was a harsh word, but it got the point across.

"So… Larxene is on a rampage for no good reason then?" The blond teen asked, now sitting on the ground still on his mission to use Xaldin's hair as a mop, but was- of course- failing. Everyone else in the kitchen was ignoring them, acting as if this was a usual occurrence. It possibly was, Xaldin always had his hair fixed in that way. Amusing, yes?

Xigbar smirked, "Does she ever have a good reason?" The room went silent then, causing the other to let out a snide laugh. "See… That's what I call, my good friends, a no." The eye patched man watches as the rest of the people in the kitchen gave him an evil glare. After that, he hid behind his security blanket, which was his coffee. So what if he looked childish?

"Maybe she's…" he paused and scratched his neck nervously. Maybe it would have been wise to just stay quiet for the moment. "Well… Uh… You know…" Everyone turned to the blond who was now sitting on Kiss the Cook's chest. "Maybe she's PMSing…"

"She's always PMSing!"

"True… true…"

Marluxia- who had finally finished with his sneezing fit- walked around the two in the middle of the kitchen and sat at the white table near Zexion. Carefully, he placed his thudding head on the cold table's surface and groaned in displeasure. The other shrugged as he watched and pulled the mask down a little bit to continue eating his doughnut. It was not his problem to deal with anyway.

Another figure walked gracefully into the room. Gracefully indeed. He did not wear the same black cloaks as the other members. He wore a white dress shirt and black pants. Very fancy indeed. The look on his face told that he had just hit the jackpot and was so greedily in love that he would not share his winnings with anyone. The tall blond man was complete with green tinted poker glasses and a cigarette lit in his mouth. A large smirk was planted across his face at the sorry sight. "Ello, Loves."

"Put that out!" The silver haired man suddenly shot forward from his spot at the table, knocking some random stuff off onto the floor, and darted for the cancer stick. It was the quickest that anyone had ever seen the sixth member move. Smoking bothered the short sliver haired man as much as Marluxia's beauty products. Even more. It would take hours for the smell of smoke to leave him and he did not want to relive those horrid moments this very morning. Damn his powers of enhanced senses.

Luxord shook his head and placed a firm hand on Zexion's forehead, enabling the little one to come any farther. This action caused the other to continuously swat at the other in attempt to hit him, but he failed miserably, just able to hit the air in front of him. From away, one might call it comical. Chuckling slightly, the tall blond looked down at the blond and dark haired nobodies on the floor and raised an eyebrow. That was something that he did not realize earlier. "Um… What exactly has been happening this morning? I do apologize, but did I miss that much?"

The blond started to count off the events on his fingers, still holding the other down with the weight of his body. "Larxene seems to be PMSing for no apparent reason, Axel is going to die sooner or later, I spilled milk all over the floor and myself, Xaldin's hair will be used as a mop to clean up the milk, Xigbar drank the wrong kind of coffee-"

He was cut short by the Freeshooter who spit out the coffee that he just had in his mouth. "This… Isn't… Decaf… Is it?"

All heads were shaken, making The Freeshooter sink down to the ground. Great.

"Anyways… Moving on. Saïx laughed and actually seemed halfway human today, Zexion is emo, Marluxia is sick, Vexen is overly dramatic, and then you came in. That's about it…"

In the distance, you could still hear the Chilly Academic yell out his cry of defeat.

Luxord nodded his head and took the cigarette from his mouth, bending down to blow smoke and the strong smell of rum into the Cloaked Schemer's face. He watched as the other began twitching, his eyes soon closing and then soon began to cough. Smirking from the other's reaction, he straightened himself again and brushed off some dirt off his sleeves. "Today seems to be rather interesting already, eh? Hm… Wait a second? Why is Axel dying this time around?"

"We don't really know yet." Roxas answered truthfully while the nobody underneath of the blond pushed him off his body, or at least attempted to. The other was burying his nails deep into the shoulders of the older one to keep from flying off. In the end, Roxas was still on top of the man, smirking. It was obvious that he was not going to give up so easily.

Xigbar was located in the corner of the kitchen, rocking back and forth in the fetal position. Yeah, this was not a very good moment for him right now. Serious issue that he will have to deal with until it begins to wear down. It was surprising that he hadn't realized it earlier, but that could have been because of the screaming, yelling, and the thought of the red head dying. He really did not know what to do since he drank regular coffee and not his decaf. It's happened before… However, he really could not remember what happened during that time. Spooky. Soon, he'll probably be bouncing off the walls, literally.

Zexion returned back to his seat and the tall blond sat on the other side of the pink haired man at the table. That might be a mistake on his part. Marluxia was continuously sneezing into his arm on the table, making him soon regret it. Saïx, who hasn't been part of the conversation was attempting to read his newspaper. Slowly and carefully reading every word since he kept losing his place. Quite possibly it was all the ruckus this morning? Of course, everyone knoew that Roxas and Xaldin were still on the floor in the middle of the room fighting like little children. Xaldin. Little. Ha.

Vexen could be heard in the sudden silence. Once again. Also, Larxene, but she actually had some like of a reason to be screaming.

Zexion, Luxord, and Saïx seemed to be the only sane people who were still in the kitchen. Okay, the close to sane people who were in the kitchen. Yeah, that was a better term for the three. From boredom and from the noise form the girl stories above them creating so much of a ruckus, the British one tried to spark a conversation, "What exactly in bloody hell is that crazy woman looking for?"

The silver haired nobody shook his head, his bangs flopping in his eyes for a slight moment. Yes, it seems that he has missed a lot since he had been out gambling and drinking. Some of his fellow colleges could be so annoying. "I, for one, have no idea in the least."

The newspaper rustled and was set down flat on the table in front of the Luna Divider carefully. Despite it being ripped in half and crumpled from the several nuisance occurrences this day, it was still readable. Surprisingly. There was no way that he could remain in this peaceful state that he had been trying to keep, however. He really did not want to be part of this conversation but found that he had no choice in the matter. By the end of this whole fiasco, he knew that he would have a huge headache. "What it was must have been really important to her."

"Tampons?" Xigbar threw out suddenly jumping head first into their conversation.

"In a house of all guys and one girl… Who in the hell would steal her tampons?"

"Axel would…" The young blond commented smugly.

From the comment, Luxord sighed and tried stealing a piece of the doughnut that Zexion had been trying to eat. When that failed and was swatted away, he rolled him eyes and retorted back with a sly, idle remark. "So would Demyx... but that's only because he doesn't understand what they are used for. That kid is more picturesque than keen for certain." No one thought twice about that. Well, the first part anyways. Only Luxord and Xigbar would speak their opinions on that kind of thing. Again, to prove his logical point that the eye patched man refused to see, he said, "As well as that, if someone stole some from her, then she can easily go out and buy some more!"

"So what could it be then?"

The sliver haired man shook his head, wondering why today- of all days in the world- Larxene had to go apeshit on everything. "It's something that she keeps close to her at all times." Everyone began to think again. Not one of them thought about why in the world they didn't just wait for an explanation. No, they were too busy to ever do something such as that. "What could it possibly be?"

The kitchen got silent when a blond with antenna-like strokes of her hair sticking out of her head and were defying gravity, walked into the kitchen in a rush. Actually, it had seemed that she just jumped all the way down the stairs before turning the corner to face the unseemly crowd. Her appearance was what mainly caused them to shut up, instead of just her frightening aura. Don't worry, that had some take in the situation as well. "Which one of you did it?" Her eyes were reddened and her clothes were torn slightly. Only a few has concluded that she had been crying all this time. All the rest were either too stunned to think since their brains had turned into an unmistakable mush or just were too obvious to notice. "Tell me!"

The Cloaked Schemer shook his head, "What is going on?"

She shot forward and grabbed the front of the man's cloak desperately, "You mean you don't know?"

They acknowledged that they did not know a thing by shaking their heads at her. Feeling brave and semicurious about her behavior, Luxord stepped forward to the girl who seemed as if she was going to burst into tears at any second. "Larxene… here." He placed an arm around the Salvage Nymph's small waist and guided her towards the table gently. "Sit down and tell us what's going on."

A few sniffles escaped her, and she wiped some loose strands of hair back out of her face with her palm uncaringly. It was notable that her voice was still shaking something terrible as she tried to speak once again. "Something's missing, okay? Y-you guys just don't understand what I am going through! You d- don't understand! It is nowhere and I need to find it! I've looked everywhere! Y- you get that? The fate of the world depends on it!"

"Calm down, Larxene. What are you missing?"

As the words passed through her chapped lips, they realized that this was a serious situation. How could this happen, indeed. Surprisingly, the blond was not just being overly dramatic. Big surprise. This was their fate… The world could end if it was in the wrong hands. An apocalypse.

"My blackmail files are missing!"

-End of Chapter One- Ohh... That could be bad. Wouldn't it? Think of the poor… eh… never mind. Hahhaa. Larxene's blackmail files are missing, Roxas is fighting with Xaldin, Luxord is British, Marly is sick, Zexion is overly emo, Saïx is being realistic, and Xigbar didn't drink decaf… Now the world is ending…? Who knows. You may just have to read on to find out what really happens. Is that too tough? I'm sorry.

Next chapter, Chapter Two! Larxene will try to explain more on the subject of the blackmail files and who in the world that never was must have stolen them. Axel? Axel? Maybe it was Axel? Eh, just continue reading. Hahaha.

Review if you wish, tell me what you think, what's going through your mind. (It would be nice if you review since I am rewriting this.)

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