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"Superior." Saïx greeted as he placed a pile of envelopes, magazines, and flyers onto the corner of Xemnas' desk. "This is today's mail." Xemnas closed his laptop slightly and picked up a few of the envelopes. He tossed the junk into a garbage bin beside his desk when suddenly he noticed an envelope with an unfamiliar name in the top corner. The letters were smudged slightly sue to the rain they had been getting recently.

"How peculiar." Xemnas muttered as he tore open the envelope. Saïx stood behind, watching as he unfolded the papers inside. "Daydar?" the Superior questioned out loud with his head cocked to the side in curiosity. He had never heard of the word Daydar before. It seemed like this was the name of the business. He began to read the letter out loud:

"Congratulations Organization Thirteen. You have been selected to be a part of our fairly new game show and-"

Once Saïx heard those words, he snatched the paper from the Superiors hands which caused him to receive an offended glare. Saïx re-read the entire thing and continued page by page. When he lowered the papers from his face he glared at the Superior.

"This would be the perfect opportunity to capture hearts and collect profit." Xemnas rose an eyebrow and thought for a moment to process what Saïx had just told him. Hearts? Money? What more could he have asked for?

"Where is this place located?" The Superior asked, folding his hands in his lap. He was no longer interested in the requirements for this game show or what it was about. Saïx brought the papers back up to his face to search for the address.

"In Hollywood."

"Well," began the Superior with a faint smile as he opened his laptop, "then it's time we book a flight."

The entire Organization had gathered for a meeting in the round room and discussed this game show that they would be invited to. Saïx again brought up the fact that they could profit largely from this not only by terms of money, but hearts as well. Luxord was immediately hooked, claiming that he would never lose. Vexen and Zexion were more concerned with what they game was about and what they had to do but were ignored. The rest were mostly excited to do something fun outside of the castle.

They packed their suitcases and their passports and were off to the airport. The cost of the trip was going to be outrageously expensive, but combining everyone's money made them able to afford it. They even had a lot of extra money for a hotel and to buy food with all thanks to Luxord who was willing to share his money he had won with various poker games.

The flight was rather boring, so Demyx and Axel tried making the most of it.

"Hey, Axel!" Demyx whispered quite loudly from across the aisle of seats. Axel raised an eyebrow and looked up from his magazine. Demyx motioned him to come closer so he leaned his head in across the aisle. "We should totally ask for people's autographs or something just to mess with them. " Axel glanced away and stared at the passengers around them. They were mostly older people, but he shrugged and agreed anyways.

Xemnas turned to Saïx who was sitting beside him. They were both doing crossword puzzles to pass the time. "Perhaps we could make the most of this trip and make it into a vacation. I'm sure the others would appreciate it."

Saïx stopped writing for a moment as if to process what was just said. He then continued, however he pressed his pen harder into his paper. "I suppose." He grumbled.

Xigbar who was sitting in front of the Superior, turned around with a mouthful of Cracker Jack. "Hey, Superior. May I suggest we hit the beach or something? I want to totally swim with the dolphins." As he shoved a handful of his snack into his mouth, quite a few pieces missed and dropped to the floor. Larxene who was sitting next to Xigbar, groaned in annoyance.

"Will you please stop talking with food in your mouth?" She asked as she turned the page in a magazine. An advertisement for shaving cream was on the page and Xigbar found it fascinating.

"Hey," he began, swallowing a mouthful of his Cracker Jack, "why can't my shaving cream have scents like strawberry cream? What if I want to smell like that?" She sighed over-dramatically and turned in her seat so that her back was facing him. He just continued to munch quite loudly on his snack.

Meanwhile, Demyx and Axel roamed the section that they were in and sat down next to random people with a pen and paper in their hand. Axel placed himself next to an older woman with oxygen and asked for her autograph. Apparently she took offense to this and swung her pocket book at him, claiming that it wasn't funny to make fun of her dead husband named John. She called over a flight attendant and claimed that Axel was harassing her. The flight attendant instructed that he go back to his seat, which he did.

Demyx however was pretty popular among the elderly crowd. An old woman pinched his cheeks, telling him how adorable he was and how he reminded her of her grandson. The old men told him stories about war and stupid things they did when they were younger. He got almost everyone's autograph, including the woman who hit Axel with her pocketbook. Axel didn't acknowledge Demyx's existence for the rest of the flight.

A few rows back sat the rest of the Organization. Vexen had been knocked out due to his extreme fear of flying and was asleep beside Lexaeus who was reading a novel by Stephen King. Marluxia was sitting besides Zexion with his knees close to his chest, writing in a journal. Every time Zexion glanced over, Marluxia would cover his journal with his arm and casually look out the window.

Roxas, who was playing a racing game on his PSP, sat beside Luxord who was playing card games by himself. Every once in a while he would mumble something that had to relate to games. Roxas soon found this annoying and blocked out the noise with his headphones.

And then there was Xaldin who sat next to an old woman who would not keep quiet. Within minutes of sitting next to each other, she told him her entire life story. Currently, she was teaching him how to knit a sweater. Xaldin was far too nice to the elderly to reject her even once.

The grudge that Axel was still holding against Demyx caused him to conjure up a revenge plan. Axel leaned over in the aisle and whispered Demyx's name. Demyx quickly gave him his attention.

"Yeah?"

Axel cleared his throat. "You know, the last time I saw my parents was before they went on their flight to the Bahamas. Let's just say something really bad happened after the plane started making these weird noises that sounded like it was driving on a bumpy road." Demyx looked a little pale because earlier the plane made some noises that sounded similar to that. "You know those oxygen masks?" Demyx nodded quickly. "Well, they never came down. Turns out, they aren't reliable at all. Those problems were what killed my parents in one of the most deadly plane crashes ever." Axel tried his best not to smirk when Demyx began breathing quicker.

As if on cue, the plane began making those noises again and Demyx nearly screamed. He jumped up from his seat and ran to Xemnas. All the while, Axel began chuckling.

"Xemnas! Xemnas! Oh my god we're gonna die!" Saïx groaned and nearly snapped his pen in half. Meanwhile the Superior shook his head.

"No, Demyx, we're not going to die. Sit back down and go pester somebody else."

"But Axel said we're-"

"Axel told you this?" Xemnas questioned. When Axel heard his name being said, his heart sank. He wasn't expecting for Demyx to tattle tale. Now, he was going to get it.

Demyx nodded in a pouty whimper. Xemnas motioned for him to come closer. When he did, he began whispering things into Demyx's ear which caused his pouty frown to change into an ear to ear grin. Once he sat back down in his seat across from Axel, he began to hum an upbeat tune. The pyromaniac was now wondering what the Superior told him.

Hours had passed. Night had turned to day. Soon enough, the plane had landed and they were exiting the airport after lunch time.

Marluxia put on his sunglasses as they stepped through the doors. "Hollywood here I come." He said; leading the group as the wind blew his long, pink hair around.

Meanwhile, Saïx was coming up with plans to make this trip more appealing and relaxing for himself. He decided that it would be best if the Organization split into two groups and those groups could do whatever they wanted without having to worry about everyone else. The only exception was, was that they had to meet at the studio at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon. The filming of the show was going to be tomorrow at six but they were instructed to get there around three to get a good feel of things before the official filming.

Group one consisted of: Himself, Xemnas, Xaldin, Lexaeus, Vexen, and Luxord. Group two had: Xigbar, Zexion, Axel, Demyx, Marluxia, Larxene, and Roxas. He claimed that everyone in group two ticked him off in one way or another. Zexion wasn't happy being surrounded by the "fools of the organization" and mumbled profanities under his breath.

Saïx lead his group towards a nearby hotel that included a fancy swimming pool and free wifi. Meanwhile, Marluxia's group couldn't decide on where to stay. They had many brochures and even researched places to stay but nobody could agree on one. They ended up touring the entire place, walking along busy streets, visiting restaurants and overall, getting to know where things were. Demyx bought some souvenirs at a gift shop, Axel ordered two foot long subs and ate them both with Roxas, Xigbar was getting to know the locals, Marluxia was taking in the city-like scenery, Larxene was window shopping, and Zexion seemed to be mindlessly wandering on his own.

When Saïx's group made it to their hotel rooms, they collapsed on the beds and watched some television to unwind. Vexen was still a little out of it but once he realized where he was, he began to panic.

"Where am I?" He sat up quickly in bed and scanned the unfamiliar room; he noticed some members of the Organization but had no idea where he was. His first thought was a hospital. "Where am I?" He noticed the window and bolted towards it, staring at the city's tall buildings and clusters of people far below. "I'm not home." He realized out loud. His breathing quickened. Luxord came over and slapped his hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

"Vexen, my friend. Of course you're not home. You're in Hollywood!" He said with a smile. Vexen stared into the horizon, unable to process what was just said to him. His eyes grew wide.

"We came here on a plane?" He yelled, pushing Luxord away. "You mean we traveled in one of the most dangerous mechanisms possible?" Saïx face-palmed and sighed. He was hoping Vexen would've been a little saner. He started hyperventilating and grabbing his chest as if he was having a heart attack. "Oh, god!" He exclaimed. "We're going to die!" He booked it for the door but Xaldin blocked the way. "Out of my way!"

"Vexen." Saïx Lexaeus. "You're going to be alright."

"Alright?" The scientist repeated loudly. "You think I'm going to be alright? They must have gotten to you too!"

Saïx clenched his fists tightly. "Just let him go." Xaldin nodded and stepped to the side, leaving Vexen stumbling over the door handle. Once he managed to open the door, he ran down the hallway screaming.

"Perhaps we should consider getting him to see a psychiatrist." Commented Xemnas as he opened up a magazine.

Today's crazy mishaps were only just the beginning of something bigger.

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