14/o9 Helly is writing this because I thought it'd be a fun, interesting little idea. Lux - chan isn't particularly fond of me ruining anyone's sanity, but she'll forgive me because we have waiter!Luxord.

5/o9 A short chapter, but to the point for the most part. Boring, too. Urgh.

Ah well.

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is rightfully Square Enix and Disney's property.

I just enjoy destroying every shred of childhood memory it provides with my fanfiction.

Chapter Start

"Hey asshole, pay attention!"

Dull indigo orbs moved to rest on the large automobile, face a perfect mask until that moment. Lips drew back into a furious snarl, sharp teeth ground together and dark brows furrowed to create an enraged scowl. A piercing hiss as loud as thunder echoed from pale throat, and the car's front exploded and splintered from the force of a measly punch, seriously wounding the offender within.

"Oh my God, monster!"

"What the fuck!? Someone, call the cops!"

"This shit'll make me famous on YouTube!"

End Dream

"Blondie, go unlock the doors. Opening is in five." Luxord turned around and caught the keys that were aimed for his face, rolling his eyes at the redhead.

"Sure thing, Pyro –,"

"I only caught the kitchen on fire once, you jerk!" Axel pointed accusingly at the other, as if that made his crime more acceptable, "and it wasn't my fault!" The blonde grinned, walking over to the door and sorting through the ring of keys. Unlocking the doors, he tossed the keys back to Axel and made his way to the locker room to put on his waist apron and a dab of cologne. The restaurant was a fairly high - class place, so it was only proper he tried to be a little professional, never mind the fact he was a recovering gambler. The pay here was great, and so it was sometimes hard to fight off the temptation but he's managed quite well.

He decided to take an extra minute to make sure there were no stains or " kick me" post - its on his back, looking over the black vest, pants and the apron that hung from his hips and then the white dress - shirt. No one really looked at feet, so he didn't bother checking his shoes. Assured Axel had not sabotaged his attire, Luxord slipped out, prepared for his day. It went by at fairly the usual routine: run around seating and taking people's orders, and then bringing out food or cleaning tables. The redhead he worked with did just about the same, only instead of greeting customers he had to clean the tables and floor since he wasn't allowed near the entrance anymore after one of the other incidents.

"... did you hear? There's like, been news of some freak walking around... naked!"

"No way! That's so gross! Where'd you hear that, Kairi?" Oh yeah, there was something that I forgot to mention; Luxord and Axel made it their favorite pass time on duty to eavesdrop. The blonde took a quick glance at his friend, who gave him the signal to keep listening by scratching the purple tattoo on his left cheek. The redhead departed to take someone's order, leaving the ex - gambler to finish cleaning up the table behind the teenage girl named "Kairi." Hey, it wasn't every day you heard rumors about someone streaking in this city.

"From Seifer, of course!" The other girl grinned and gasped, but remained silent for the most part to not interrupt the news, "anyways, so like... apparently, the pervert never appears in the same place twice and he's always out in the afternoon!"

"Eww, what a sicko!"

"I know, right? It's pretty weird..." and then they started giggling, the other girl bringing up the 'Seifer' person again, and that was the end of it. Returning to the kitchen, he ignored the surprised expression Axel gave him and went back to work without a word. In the end, it seemed the Streaker was only gossip for the younger crowd, most middle - aged adults and up doing what they can to keep away from such a topic.

"Maybe he's like the Ninja Turtles and lives in the sewers, and that's why he can turn up everywhere! Or... huh, you sure no one else had anything to say about the freak?" Luxord shook his head, hanging up his work clothes while Axel just tossed his in his locker, slamming the metal door closed after yanking on his jeans and black muscle tee. "Oh hey, here's an idea. Your friend who wants to slit my throat – what's his name? – you should ask him if he knows something."

"After what you did, I wouldn't mind killing you too if I was him." Axel looked at him with an expression of complete innocence, and the blonde knew it was useless trying to tell the other anything. He sighed, zipping his pants and grabbing his favorite fedora hat before silently closing his locker, "I'll ask him and tell you next week, Axel. Don't forget to lock up this time."

"Oh, come on! It was only once!"