1 It was a day like all others in the Castle that Never Was. (Day? Actually, it's entirely possible that could of been night. One can never tell in the World that Never Was.) It was dark, it was gloomy, and Axel was bored. As much of otaku's dream come true the World that Never Was is, it was really, really dull. I mean, seriously, what's a good city without a couple of bars and some movie theaters?

Anyway, Axel needed someone to annoy. Roxas was out on a mission with Demyx and Saix. Xigbar was...somewhere. Prob'ly the kitchen. Zexion was guarding the kitchen and would soon be seen and heard beating the snot of Xigbar for trespassing into the kitchen without his permission. Eh, that was something Axel DID NOT want to get in the middle of. Xaldin was in the Lounge of Naught and would be an easy target to irritate, but Axel had long ago learned to never push Xaldin's buttons. Number 3 (in Axel's mind) was a doctor's dream case of eternal male PMS. Luxord was also in the lounge and somehow coerced Larxene into playing some poker. Axel cringed at the thought of what Larxene would be prepared to do after a few rounds of losing and Luxord's arrogant smirk. Suddenly, removing himself from the lounge seemed like a brilliant idea.

As he walked down the hallway, Axel brooded some more on who to vex for his own entertainment. Waaaaait. Vex. An interesting word. (One of my vocab words now that we bring up.) This particular word also begins the name of someone in the Organization who is very easily irritated. AND is also very entertaining when in such a state. (Big words, I know. Try get through it. I know you can.)

Yes, I believe we ALL know where this is going, but just to spare some of the slower ones.

Axel decided to pay Vexen a visit.( Aha! Some visible sign of the plot! I worried for a second there that I had lost it.)

Vexen growled and glared at a set of blueprints sitting on his worktable. WHY wasn't the damn thing working? He'd gotten everything right and according to his calculations he was doing everything exactly the way he was supposed to.

Vexen sat down on the nearest chair and sighed. He could feel a migraine coming on.

"Heey Vex, my man!"

Well, it turns out he was right. Here was Vexen's migraine right on schedule.

The door to Vexen's lab was jerked open and the redheaded migraine swaggered in.

"What do you want?" Vexen snarled, glaring at the unwelcome intruder.

But Axel wasn't listening. "Woah! What's this?" he asked pointing to the large metal circular structure sitting in the middle of Number Four's lab.

"Oh, that?" Vexen looked up, "That's an Yttrium-powered Abnormal Outer-planetary Interdimensional Gate."

"Oh," Axel said, quickly figuring out the acronym in is head, " You know you could shorten it to–"

"NO! I know what it acronyms to. HOWEVER, we are going to call it an Yttrium-powered Abnormal Outer-planetary Interdimensionsal Gate. Okay?"

"Riiiiiiight. So! What's this Gate- thingy do anyway?" Axel asked as he poked the machine's metal surface.

Vexen sighed, "That 'thingy' is supposed to create a synthetic worm hole that would be able to transport you to any of the dimensions parallel to this one. And before you ask," said Vexen, cutting Axel off just as he was about to open his mouth, "no it doesn't work in this dimension."

"That's not what I was about to ask, but okay!"

"What were you going to ask?" asked Vexen.

"What's this doohickey here do?" said Axel, poking a big red button (They're always red, aren't they?)

"What doohick– NO! DON'T TOUCH THAT! THAT'S THE–"

Number Four was too late. Axel had already pushed the stupid thing and the Yttrium-powered Abnormal Outer-planetary Interdimensional Gate glowed a brilliant neon blue as the laboratory faded from view.

"So that's what it needed to make it work." Vexen thought, "A good dose of stupidity."