DISCLAIMER:

Sono here, I don't own Kingdom Hearts, I just really really like it. :O

It would pretty much be terrible if I owned it, i think. Just look at this garbage below *points* If that actually happened in the storyline... *shakes head* tsk tsk tsk.


"What was that?"

"Huh?" Zexion looked up from his book. It had been very exciting— the latest engagement of the Ansem reports. It almost hurt his eyes to look up from the page.

"I thought I heard something…" Vexen muttered, standing up.

"Well I didn't," Zexion began reading again with a scowl. Where was he again? Oh, right… the middle of page 55—the birth of the Heartless.

Riiiipp.

"There it is again!" Vexen growled, caught in the middle of sitting down again. "I'm not crazy! Didn't you hear it?"

Zexion didn't say anything, because, in fact, he had heard it. He had to put down the reports and stand up alongside Vexen. "It sounded like… tape… ripping."

And that was when Xigbar appeared through the doorway into the Gray Room. It was impossible to miss the crazy grin on his face while he ran behind the couch and ducked.

"Cover for me!" He said in a kind of yell-whisper. Vexen raised an eyebrow.

"Number Two, what in the world are you doing? And what was that sound?" The scientist stared at Xigbar as he covered his head.

"Oh, you'll see," Xigbar replied with unmistakable glee.

Both Zexion and Vexen cast each other glances of anxiety—then looked back down at the hallway. Only a few seconds passed before a scream was heard. A loud, female scream.

"HEY!" It obviously wasn't Xion. And there was only one other girl in the castle. "WHO TAPED UP MY DOOR WITH THIS?"

Larxene stormed into the room, her stomps making the floor vibrate. Zexion cracked a smile when he saw that she was carrying partially crumpled up "Danger" tape—although his smile quickly faded when he saw her enraged expression.

"WHERE IS HE?" She demanded. "I KNOW IT WAS XIGBAR! Where are you knuckleheads hiding him!"

Xigbar winked from behind the couch. Vexed rubbed his temples in annoyance, leaving Zexion to answer. He cleared his throat. Okay, Zexion. Everyone knows you're a really bad liar. Take control.

He cleared his throat. "Uh… who? I mean… Nowhere." Wince.

Larxene looked from Vexen to Zexion… then glanced over the couch. "I see you there, dumbass."

Xigbar slowly sat up, wearing a trademark "you caught me" expression. "What's up?"

"You're gonna get it!" Larxene hissed. "I know it was you who did this!"

"ME?" Xigbar gasped, using his ad-libbing skills. "As if. I didn't do that."

"Then who was it?" She said scornfully, stepping toward him threateningly.

"It was… Demyx. Demyx did it. Right guys?"

Zexion shrugged. Vexen rolled his eyes.

But that was enough for Larxene on a rampage. She threw the tape to the ground, which didn't work very well, because, you know… it's tape… and ran out the door, screaming Demyx's name.

Xigbar busted out laughing. "Now we sit back and watch the show."

"No thank you," Vexen muttered. "I'm going to the lab."

"I'm gonna finish reading now…" Zexion sighed.

(^0^)/

"Hey, not cool!" Roxas protested, jabbing wildly at the controls. "You got the RPG when I wasn't looking!"

"Fair's fair, Roxie old pal," Axel grinned as he stared at the screen. "This is war, and you've gotta be on your toes at all times. Got it memorized?"

"Aren't we supposed to be on the same team here? WHOA! Look out for…"

Roxas trailed off when he heard quick footsteps down the hall – right before Demyx came flying into their room.

"You guys have to help me!" He whined, getting down onto the floor and attempting an army crawl under the bed.

"Whoa, slow down," Axel said coolly, pausing their game of Modern Warfare 2. "Lemme guess. You wanna get out of a recon mission again. Well, don't worry, Roxas will take care of it f–"

Roxas jabbed him in the ribs, cutting him off. "I think what Axel meant to say was—"

"NO!" Demyx whimpered. He was now fully under the bed. "I just heard Larxene screaming my name from the Gray Room. She's gonna kill me! I'm too young to die you guys!"

Roxas and Axel shared a glance. "What did you do?" They asked in unison. Demyx's eyes were glued on the doorway, probably watching for Larxene.

"That's the thing… I don't KNOW!"

Just as Axel started laughing, Saïx appeared in the doorway. He took a sip from his coffee and glanced around the room, not having the patience to look under the bed or anything, of course.

"If any of you find Demyx," He scowled in his usual way, "Send him to me. He hasn't reported for duty yet this morning." Roxas saluted obediently.

"Of course, Number Seven, sir!"

Axel couldn't hide his sarcastic smile. "Yeah, and we'll give him a good whack when we find him too. Get him into shape."

If Saïx heard the worried squeak from under the bed, he blatantly ignored it. "Just get him to me. Today." And with that he strolled off, muttering about the level of cream in his coffee.

Axel tried to use his fist to cover up his laughter, but it wasn't working so well. "What have you done, Demyx? What have you done?"

"C'mon guys!" Demy whined, still under the bed in the feeble position. "I'm gonna die if you don't help me! You're the only ones I trust! Other than Xion, but she creeps me out sometimes, you know?"

"I got you there, man," Axel nodded.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with Xion!" Roxas muttered, glaring at Axel when he started whistling 'Here Comes the Bride'. "Besides, what are we even supposed to do, Demyx? Keep you under our bed all day? You've got jobs!"

"I don't know…" Demyx muttered peevishly. Then both he and Roxas looked at Axel expectantly.

"What?" Axel questioned. "Why's everyone staring at me?"

"Because, you're the Plan Guy," Roxas pointed out seriously, Demyx nodding. "You come up with all the plans for everyone else to do all the time."

Axel pinched the bridge of his nose. "I didn't know I made such a reputation of myself."

"So what's the plan?" Roxas coaxed.

"Look, all I'm saying is that you can't rely on me so much all the time. It puts too much pressure on me. I've got needs too, you know."

"Seriously. What's your plan."

"Okay," A grin broke out against Axel's face. Roxas knew him all too well. "Here's what we're gonna do. Demyx, give me your cloak."

Demy blushed. "Oh, Axel, you're so –"

"Deal with your man crushes later, mullet-head," Axel muttered. "If you've got clothes on under that thing, give it to me."

Demyx struggled to unzip the black cloak while still under the bed. Roxas ran his hand through his hair. "Dude, get out from under there. We'll lock the door."

Axel closed and secured the door while Demyx got up and unzipped his cloak, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Why do you need it?" He questioned.

"It's for the plan, stupid," Axel said. "All right. Roxas, watch the door. Larxene could break it down with a pinky."

Demyx gulped.

"Roger that, Captain Axel," Roxas joked. Axel didn't pass him a glance. He was in the zone.

"Demyx, I'm gonna need you to summon two Dancers now…"

"Why?"

"C'mon, just do it!" Axel yelled. "It'll make sense in a second."


SORRY for short chapter! The others will pretty much be the same, because this isn't an official story, I guess. Just a test to see how things can go. It's only about 6000 characters long in total, but I'm breaking it into chapters just to see how it goes...

First chapter down... which unfortunately I accidentally posted before adding the disclaimer and this short thingy at the end... wow, I'm a noob. Don't eat me.

Review please! Reviews shall be my everything for a while! REVIEW!

And I will be posting every chapter right in a row, separating them into REEEALLY short tidbits. Don't worry, any other stories I may write won't have the same dumb problem. Thanks guys, and go on to chapter two ^^