Hello everybody! For those of you who know me through my other stories, welcome back. For those of you who just came here, welcome to one of my stories. This is a new story that I suddenly came up with and decided to work with. It's been a while since I've had spontaneous ideas that actually look and feel like they will work, so why waste the chance?

Also, I will be trying to put in some amount of humor to this story. Adding humor to stories isn't really something that I have tried before, so I figured that this one would do since it's practically a wild card in my head with no set ideas. So sorry in advance if my humor moments don't really work out or don't even sound like humorous moments to begin with.

Naturally, the first chapter won't be very eventful simply because it's the first chapter. I promise you all though that if you just stick with it and be patient, you'll be seeing some action pretty soon. After all, what would any of my stories be if they didn't have even a small yet good piece of action in it? And by action, I mean like fighting and tense moments action.

Now that that's all out of the way, I'll let you all go ahead and read the new story. Please don't forget to leave a review once you're done reading! They really do help me to better the story if anything is off or wrong.

Oh, and just as a little side note, I'll also be using different kinds of speech here. In other words, I'm going to be using:

"Regular speech"

Inner thoughts of a character

and talking on the computer.

Chapter 1: Improper Business Ethics

"Alright, I just got this one last transaction to finish up and I'll be done for today," a young-looking person with amazingly spiky brown hair said to himself with a sigh as he typed away at the computer in front of him. He was right now in an office setting where the computers were all aligned in neat rows as if they were desks in a high school setting. Other people around him were working on the computer and most likely performing the same mundane tasks he was currently engaged in. "Hope the Radiant Garden National Bank isn't closed right now, or the boss will be down my throat for missing the deadline."

With that thought muttered out, the person stole a quick glance at the wall to his left and up to the many clocks lined against it. All of them stated different times and had a different name underneath it. Apparently, each different time represented the exact time that it currently was at that particular area. He looked at the clock marked as Agrabah and saw that it was a quarter before seven there. He then gazed back at the clock on his computer and saw that his timeframe was currently a quarter before four.

With the time now confirmed, he rolled up his blue button-up work shirt sleeves and began to type away, most likely copying whatever data was present on a piece of paper that was resting right beside him. He was so absorbed into completing his work that he failed to notice he accidentally knocked a pen off his desk that happened to bounce off his semi-loose blue jeans held up by a leather belt before falling soundlessly onto the carpeted gray floor next to his red and white sneakers.

"Just need to put in this last zero and… Done!" the person exclaimed silently to himself as he pressed the enter button and stopped typing. He had a big smile on his face, and his brilliant ocean blue eyes shined with accomplishment. "Now if I know the guy on the other end, he should be coming back right about now!"

And as if on cue, some words started to appear on the computer screen as if they were being typed by some invisible figure. They were orange words placed on a pure black backdrop. On the very top of the screen were the words, "Destiny Island National Bank". Apparently, the person he was just making a transaction to earlier was wanting to strike up a conversation with him on the company server, and he was expecting it.

Hey Sora, the person on the other end greeted in a rather stoic attitude. It's been a while. How's everything going on your end?

Eh, as good as it's ever going to be, the person now known to be Sora responded back with a smile approaching his lips. And how about you, Leon? The last time we talked, you were having some girl problems.

I decided to give up on that, the other person assumed to be Leon answered back in a rather stoic attitude. Even though they were simply just talking through a computer, the teen was able to read the exact emotions being portrayed through them. He did not know why he could do that; he just figured it was a gift he was given and discovered ever since he first started chatting through online means with his friends back in high school. In fact, I'm giving up on them altogether! They are so hard to please and to get some alone time with since they love to travel in packs. I think I'm going to try my hand at men instead.

Well, guess I better welcome you to the club! Sora typed with his smile quickly changing into a smirk. Didn't think things got that bad for you in terms of love. I never tried going on a hunt for girls, so I can't really help you out if you want advice or want to know if it's easier to be with guys. And don't even think about asking me for a date, because I'm not the kind of guy who'd go for a long distance relationship and hope we have a chance to meet sometime during my crazy life.

As if I would ask a fresh-out-of-high-school guy like you for advice on dating or even for a long distance relationship, Leon responded with a scoff most likely meant to mask whatever amusement that was originally behind the words. I still don't believe it when you said that you're only eighteen and already working in a bank with something as delicate as electronic money handling and transactions. Just what are the people over there at your international bank thinking?

And yet you still chose to believe me when I said I was gay during one of our little chats that somehow strayed onto the topic of relationships, the teen responded back with a light scoff and roll of his eyes. Don't you think picking what details you want to believe and taking out others that you don't seems somewhat to be of an information bias? That's what it sounds like to me, Leon.

Whatever, Sora. I'm still not going to believe you until I see you with my own two eyes. Of course, that'll probably only happen after I die and become a ghost. Anyway, I got to get going. Radiant Garden International Bank is just about ready to close, and I need to get ready for my first date with a guy.

And before you bug the hell out of me the next time we talk, his name is Zell, and we both decided to give it a try seeing as we're both friends since middle school and giving up on dating girls, the other added quickly as if trying to avoid a bombardment of questions in future computerized conversations. I'll talk to you the next time we end up working on a transaction. And no, I won't give you any kind of juicy details about my dates if and when you ask for it. End trans.

With those last two words typed in, Leon had officially signed out of his end of the communication link. With his smirk still planted on his face, Sora leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head, not caring if he had accidentally hit someone passing by behind him in the process. He had just heard more than he had asked for and was happy with the results of their conversation. That and the other already had him down for the kind of person he was within the last few talks they had over the month.

"Hmm, looks like somebody caught wind of something pretty juicy from one of their international bank friends," someone from a neighboring desk stated with amusement laced in his words. "Mind sharing it with me, or is it something too private that even you can't tell your very best friend of many years?"

Turning his attention to his work neighbor, he saw that the person had long silvery flowing hair down to his shoulders that was not even tied together at some point to seem at least somewhat contained. Like Sora, he was wearing a button-up work shirt, but it was black instead of blue. His black pants along with his black work boots completed his ensemble. For those who did not know him, they probably would have thought that he was one of those emo people just by the way he dressed.

"Well, Leon just said that he was going to try his hand at dating guys after suffering from too many girl troubles," the brown haired teen responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "I just simply welcomed him to the club. And he also said that he's going to go on his first official date with another guy that he says has been his friend since he was in middle school. Don't you think that sounds kind of interesting, Riku?"

"Heh, I never thought the guy you pegged as stoic would ever think about crossing the fence," the man known as Riku responded with an amused smile quickly approaching his lips. "I still don't understand how you can read people's emotions to an exact point when just talking to them through the computer."

"It's just a talent I only realized I had when I first started chatting with my friends online. And before you say anything, they were all chats like the one I just had. No face-to-face camera talks or anything like that."

"If I honestly didn't know you during our time in the orphanage, I would be thinking that you're a freak of nature. Then again, you were the kind of eccentric guy when I became eighteen four years ago and forced to leave the orphan system. And speaking of which, when are you going to properly thank me for actually landing you this job through my rather persuasive mouth to the boss that almost ended in disaster?"

Before Sora had a chance to respond to the other, a strong voice suddenly cut into the office setting. Amazingly enough, nobody seemed deterred by it, but being that he had only been here for a couple of months, it still bugged him.

"Mr. Hikari, do you mind seeing me in my office now?" a tall and tan man in a neat business suit with yellow eyes that looked like it could pierce into the soul of whoever they laid eyes on. His hair was the same color as Riku's, but it was cut short. "There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"No problem, Mr. Kuroi," the teenager responded with a wave at the man standing by an open door towards the back of the room. He then said in an undertone to the silver haired guy, "Just because you're four years older than me doesn't mean that I'm obligated to be thanking you anytime soon for helping me get this job. Then again, you are my first and best friend from my time at the orphanage, so maybe I'll think of something."

"You better get to 'Lord' Xemnas before he gives me an opportunity to change that 'maybe' of yours into a 'will'," Riku threatened in a playful manner as he pointed with his thumb back to the office where the man first called out from. "I told you to not keep him waiting after he calls for you unless you want to get fired."

With a quiet murmur that was undistinguishable, Sora got up from his seat and felt the bottom of his foot step on something. Seeing that it was the pen he had unknowingly dropped, he put it back on his desk before making his way to Mr. Kuroi's office.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" the teen asked once he was standing next to an open door that had the words "Mr. Xemnas Kuroi" on a copper plaque. His eyes gazed upon an office setting with a wooden desk situated towards the back of the room. It had a computer and a desk lamp on top of it and was kept neat. A couple of landscape pictures were hanged over the left wall while the entire white wall was made of glass that allowed the man to overlook the people working on the computers.

"Why don't you go ahead and have a seat, Mr. Hikari?" Mr. Kuroi suggested rather bluntly as he pointed at a chair across from his desk where he was sitting behind. "There's something that I'd like to discuss with you."

"What seems to be the problem?" the brown haired teen asked while trying to sound as professional as he could for a high school graduate. It was kind of hard for him to do, however, since he perceived the man's oval face to be somewhat intimidating. "I doubt you called me in here just to have a nice casual chat."

"You know that I run the Destiny Island International Bank like the well-respected business that it is," the man started to explain without really addressing the teen's inquiry and ignoring his smart aleck statement. "After all, any company that deals with the amount of money like us needs to keep a certain reputable image in order for the general public to trust us. As such, I expect that all of my employees conduct their business in a professional and equally respectable manner. Do you agree with me on this?"

"I agree with you on this," the other responded in a tone that he hoped would butter up his boss and thus lessen the blow of what was to come. "A company can only be as reputable and successful as the employees that are working diligently within it."

"Good, that's the kind of mindset I like my workers to have. Now I have a question that I would like to ask of you," he continued on as he produced a long sheet of paper from somewhere behind his desk. He then said with his face hidden behind it, "Do you know exactly what it is that I'm holding right now?"

"I'm guessing it isn't the flowchart depicting the ups and downs of the stock market and how it'll be affecting our transactions," Sora responded with a rather cheeky smile in an attempt to cut away at the rather serious atmosphere. "Even if it were, I doubt that you'd be talking to me about something like that."

"Don't be smart with me, young man. The only reason why I hired someone as young as you is because of your impressive understanding of banking operations and how to make sure any and all transactions are done accordingly. And just as easily it was for you to get this job; I can easily take it away from you. In fact, you should consider yourself the luckiest guy in this business that you're still working under me.

"This sheet that I have here is a transcript of the transaction communications that you yourself have participated in the past two weeks," Mr. Kuroi continued on without waiting for any kind of response from the teenager. "I decided to have a read through everybody's, and yours seemed to stand out quite a bit from the others."

"Oh, that kind of sounds…nice," the other responded nervously while lightly chuckling to offset that behavior. "However, I'm not sure whether I should be happy hearing that from you or feel nervous at what you're going to say next."

"If I were you, I'd choose the latter. You see, I see a lot of professional transaction talk and the confirmation of successful transactions. After that, you're supposed to type in 'End transmission', or 'End trans' for short. Instead, I see that you continue on with idle conversation that has nothing to do with any kind of banking operatives."

With a moment's pause, the man poked his eyes over the paper to see if Sora was going to say anything. Instead, the teen simply sat quietly with a nervous smile on his face and waited to hear what was coming next. In his mind, however, he had a feeling just what was really on that long sheet of paper.

"For example," the boss continued on as his hid his face back behind the paper and began to quickly skim and paraphrase what was typed on it, "you talked to a banker named Zidane in Hollow Bastion two weeks ago about what you and he had in common growing up as orphans. The next one is from last week where you gave the banker from Traverse Town called Yuna a recipe for steamed chicken and pork dumplings with a side of savory turnip cakes. And then there's the one that you just participated in five minutes ago where you talked to another banker at Radiant Garden who you call Leon about relationship troubles and personal love life choices. I can only imagine what other kinds of conversations I'll find if I dare to poke even further into your transaction history. Do you mind telling me just what exactly does all this have to do with standard banking operations?"

"Uhhh…, it all has to do with getting to know one another on a better level and keeping our overall morale up?" Sora stated in a questioning tone with a shrug of his shoulders and a nervous chuckle. Mr. Kuroi, however, seemed anything but amused with the situation presented before him. "Us bankers here sometimes get bored easily, and a little bit of a distraction every now and then helps to keep us on track longer."

"Look, I'll be the first to admit that you are a well attentive and very productive employee," the boss admitted with some reluctance that was clearly reflected in his soft sigh of annoyance. That and he clearly did not like the explanation that was just given to him. "However, all of this unnecessary banter with others through company computers doesn't reflect well with your overall professionalism. It's not helping with this bank's overall professional standing. If you don't stop with your personal conversations during work hours, do you know what's going to happen with your job?"

"Uh, it'll be end transmission for me?" the brown haired teen responded with that same nervous laugh now accompanied with a nervous smile.

"Despite how poor tasting that joke was, you're absolutely right. So from now on, you better say goodbye to all the bankers you do transactions with when you're done, or you'll be saying goodbye to your job. Now hurry up and go back to work. You still have a couple more hours before we close shop."

"Y-yes, sir!" Sora quickly spat out before turning around and leaving his boss's office that was filled in his opinion with nothing but an air of tension. Once he was outside, he let out a heavy sigh that he did not know he was holding in.

Boy, I didn't think that things would get that hairy in there, he thought as he stood up straight in order to try and fool anybody passing by that nothing was wrong. Honestly though, what's the real harm in talking with other bankers in other worlds? I doubt I'm going to get much of a chance to travel outside of Destiny Islands, so this is the closest I can get to that. And how am I going to hurt this bank's reputation? It's not like people from the general public are suddenly going to be able to see what I'm talking about.

"So what did the boss want to talk to you about?" Riku asked as he "conveniently" walked past Mr. Kuroi's office door and put his arm around the teen's shoulders. This effectively snapped the other out of his rather deep thoughts with a slight start. "Did he call you in to say how much of a great worker you were?"

"He said a whole lot more than just that," the brown haired teen responded as he allowed his shoulders to slump now that he was talking to one of the people in the entire business that he trusted with his true feelings. "After he complimented my work, he went on to say that I shouldn't be striking up regular conversations with bankers from around the world with the company computers. I mean, come on! How does he expect us to keep our sanity without a little bit of chatter among peers every now and then?"

"Well, you do have to admit that you were kind of breaking the rules there in using the company server to talk to other bankers," the silver haired man stated as they stopped next to a water machine and took a paper cup next to it. "Then again, I really ought to hand it to you on how you managed to rig your computer with the company's satellite in order to watch television on it. Guess those computer classes you decided to take on the year I left the orphanage really paid off for you, huh?"

"You better believe it, buster!" he replied, his mood quickly lightening up as he playfully punched at Riku's arm. Unfortunately, the arm he punched was the one holding a now full cup of water, and the jostle forced his arm to jerk and spill half of it onto the carpet. Thankfully, it managed to miss hitting his shirt, although a wet spot on a black shirt would have been virtually invisible if it had made contact. "Oops, sorry about that, Riku."

"Honestly Sora; you gotta start growing up! Couldn't you tell I was holding a cup of water here? You're just lucky I didn't decide to go for some hot water, or I'd be chasing you around this area if it ended up burning the hell out of me."

"Hey, just because you're done with college and all that doesn't mean that you can't have a little bit of playful fun every now and then. Anyway, the boss said I better get back to work. We still have about three hours before this bank closes, and I still have some transactions that I need to get done."

"Knowing you, you're probably going to spend half of that time watching some old cartoons from your childhood or something," Riku playfully teased as he refilled his half empty cup and made sure to stay a somewhat safe distance away from his friend this time around. "You could never sit still for ten minutes and finish something simple. I still can't believe you got caught talking on the company computer to other bankers and not for watching shows on the same computer you rigged."

"Guess I'm just naturally lucky that way," Sora responded as they made it back to their respective desks. "If all I did was work all day, I might as well turn myself into one of those busybodies who have no life of their own."

"Thanks for saying that I don't have a life, Sora," the silver haired man answered back with mock hurt before returning to his business on his computer. "Life's just not too exciting enough for me to think about outside of work. Then again, I'm talking to the guy who has a very distracted mind and can't stay concentrated unless it's something really interesting. Speaking of which, when was the last time you really stuck to something until the end?"

"Hey, I stuck to a bunch of stuff to the end after you left," the brown haired teen retorted as he took a piece of paper from a manila folder in his desk drawer and laid it flat on the surface. "How do you think I managed to get this far in life without your help? And no, I didn't completely bullshit the entire time in high school."

"I never said that you did," the other simply said before dropping the matter entirely and quickly becoming immersed into his work. "I only said that you didn't really stick to one thing when you were little."

"But that's what you were implying when you said it!" he countered and receiving only the sound of fingers tapping away at a keyboard as a response. He already knew that he was not going to get an answer at that point seeing as how the other was already fully concentrating in his work. When he got like that, that meant that nothing and nobody could distract him unless there was some kind of disaster like an earthquake or fire blazing around him. And seeing as there was clearly nothing else to talk about, the brown haired teen simply continued on with his work, his chocolate brown eyes keeping track of where he was on the paper while his fingers did the work. And he kept with the work, no breaks or trying to aim for entertainment, for the next couple of hours.

Well, here's the start of the new story for all of you. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I had making it. Sorry again if the humor isn't very good or is just not striking you all to be anywhere near funny. This is my first time writing a story that will have attempts at regular introductions of humor in it.

Don't forget to leave a review telling me how I did. I always read them and take them into heart, unless they're pointless flames or flames disguised as constructive criticism. Until the next update on this or any of my other stories everybody!

By the way, here's a reference on the ages of the characters introduced thus far, both main and minor, for those of you who are curious.

Sora: 18 (yes, he's young and working at a bank)

Riku: 22 (young, but already graduated from college)

Xemnas: 50 (just plain old and an inflexible boss)

Again, it's just on here for those of you who are curious and feel it makes the story better if you know their ages. Until next time everybody!