(( Disclaimer: No.. I do not own Kingdom Hearts. ))

(( Recap: Poor Namine has had one bad mishap after another with the Organization XIII members, all in one night to top that off. So what happens when Kairi decides to spend the night in Castle Oblivion and talks Namine into pulling pranks on the Organization? KH parody, following one night in the Memory Witch's shoes... And yes, I know the title makes absolutely no sense. That's what I was going for. ))

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CH1: An odd start to a very long night...

It was a slow night, like any other; nothing too special to even mention while the Organization XIII members lounged around inside their hideout. Three knocks where then heard on a wooden frame to one of the many Castle Oblivion doors, this one being the one that was mostly used by the residents inside of The World that Never Was. Namine had been knocking on the bathroom door, wanting to use the quarters, thus, the reason there were three knocks being accomplished. Giving a low grumble to having no answer come from inside the room, the Memory Witch glares at the door, crossing her arms while sighing deeply. Unfortunately, this was a recurring event that happened almost every night in the castle. Though, what she couldn't understand was, why didn't number XIII use his own room to cut his wrists. I mean, come on, if he's going to go off an pretend to be emo then he should at least do it in his own space instead of taking up the only bathroom that was on this freaking floor. Come on Roxas! We know you're only doing it for the attention. Remembering that Xaldin had been just down the hallway, the timid girl yelled down to him; hoping for someone to possibly drag the other Special Nobody out of the bathroom. If by force, then that would be just lovely.

"Ugh, Xaldin... Roxas is playing emo in the bathroom again! Get it!"

Completely ignoring the females plea to use the bathroom, Roxas groaned out in self pity, attempting to cut his wrist with a plastic fork that he had stolen from the kitchen while he ate his mid-day snack; not to mention that he was getting no where since he kept complaining about how much it hurt. The wimp. It was getting kind of pathetic if you ask me. Though, from a few rooms down the hall, a reply was given back to Namine, having the Whirlwind Lancer ask what the hell he was supposed to do about the giant cry baby.

"Well what am I supposed to do about it, cry him a river so I can drown him in it?!"

Drowning him? Now that wasn't a bad idea actually. Though, it seemed that Namine was stuck waiting while the Key of Destiny continued his act, so she simply shook her head while pushing the thought from her mind. Huffing in an utterly annoyed way, the witch rolled her blue eyes to Xaldin's words, turning her body around on it's heels so the female could lean her back up against the wall. Who knows how long the boy would be in there, and she wasn't about to walk off and give up her chance to take a well needed shower just because Roxas was PMSing. Roxas, who was now talking to himself, trying to think up a plan to not seen so pathetic, stared down at his wrists through big salty tears of wanna-be emo pain. Declaring his angsty love to Doritos while he stopped jabbing the fork into his skin. By the looks of it, he wasn't even pushing down hard enough to leave a surface scratch let alone break the skin.

"God! I can't do it! But if I don't come out with at least one scratch, then they will all think I'm a pussy or something..."

We already do Roxas, we already do. So no need to worry about that right? It wasn't long before an idea came to his head, causing the male to smirk out with achievement. Flicking those eyes that were stained a shade of pink from crying, he glanced around the room; letting his smirk turn into a genuine grin. As if he had came up with the most super duper fantastic amazing idea of all time. Try saying that three times fast within one breath.

"I know! Who says that I have to actually cut myself? Just as long as it LOOKS like I did. I'll use this!"

Emphasis on the 'this', people. Just thought I would let you know that. Okay, well, after explaining his entire theory on being emo, Roxas quickly reached out to grasp a hold of the nearest object to his body. Now holding up a bright pink highlighter as if it held all the answers in the world before he laughed out all crazy like. I just want to know something, why in the hell was there a highlighter in the bathroom to begin with? Should I even want to know? Kind of makes you think don't it.

"They'll never know the difference! I'm brilliant! Oprah... eat your heart out. OH! That reminds me... I forgot to tape Dr. Phil today.. damn me. And it was going to be a good episode too... Men and their love for having children by beefy burritos."

Don't ask about the beefy burrito thing, I couldn't think of anything else. My mind is a blur right now! Leave me alone, you're tearing me apart! Okay, I'm done now. After going to town on his arms, scribbling all over his skin in attempt to make him look suicidal, the blonde chuckled out more. In all honesty, it looked more like he had drew pictures of little pink ponies and magical fairies then it did cuts of anguish and pain. The poor guy. Maybe someone should probably sit him down and have a nice, long talk with the blonde. Okay, scratch that, have an entire lecture with him to try and straighten his shit out. Because it's not like he going to wake up one morning and figure out that he's going about it all wrong now is he.

Sniffling a couple of times after a few more minutes had passed, Roxas peered down to his glorious work of art; staring at the drawings with a smile plastered across his shiny, lip gloss covered lips. It was now time for him to enter phase two of his plan. Wait, hold up a second, there was a phase two?! Never mind, we'll get to that later. Finally, after two long hours of having Roxas laugh like a little pansy while he hummed the tune to 'All the things she said', he exited the bathroom with a proud look on his face. Instantly losing the expression as soon as his eyes fell onto the fellow Nobody who was leaning against the wall. Screaming bloody murder that someone had seen him walk out, Roxas turned around and started to run back to his room; leaving Namine there to watch him run off with a lost expression.

"Uh...o-okay? He has some serious attention issues..."

Namine then shakes her head, turning around before actually getting to enter the door. Having made success after all, which is the most awesome feeling in the world if I do say so myself. You have no idea how wonderful it feels to use the tub after having waiting for what seems like an eternity. Well, maybe you do. But that's besides the point, and besides, poor Namine's troubles are not over just yet.

Not by a long shot.

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(( A/N: I kid you not... we had a girl at school one time who really did use a pink highlighter to mark on her wrists so she could go around saying she cut herself. So that was actually based on a real event, lol. And yes, the characters are going to be slightly OC. Seeing how this is a parody. ))