A few minutes later…

The Organization sat in their huge chairs, still giggling a little and staring at Xemnas. Lexaeus was back in his seat, looking genuinely satisfied. Xemnas, however, was huddled in his seat gulping down a bottle of minty fresh mouthwash as fast as he could. On his lap sat 4 more completely empty bottles of it.

Xemnas finally caught sight of the rest of the Organization staring at him. He slammed down the bottle, and muttered, his voice incredibly slurred, "Wha'… Wha are YOU lookin at, ya…. Stuuuupid…" He paused, squinting at them all, angrily. "Uh… st-stupid people!" With that, he portalled off to his room.

They all looked at each other, then cracked up.

"Oh, man! That was rich!" Larxene sighed, wiping her eye.

"Yeah… It was…" Axel sighed, grinning.

"Whatever…" Xaldin murmured, rolling his eyes. "Who's next?"

"Well, if I am correct, it is now Lexaeus's turn…" Saix said, turning back to Number V.

Lexaeus blinked, then said, "Uhhhh…" He looked around, thinking. "How about—"

"ENOUGH OF THIS!" Demyx shouted, standing up on his chair dramatically. "I propose we have… A REVOLUTION!"

Everyone blinked and stared at him. "A dancing revolution, IF ya get my drift…" he added, smirking.

Xigbar's face brightened. "Oh, I get cha, dude…" He grinned.

"Oh, yeah! Good idea, Demyx!" Luxord shouted, flashing him a thumbs-up.

"Yeah… It was getting pretty boring, anyway," Marluxia said, putting his hands behind his head, coolly.

Humph… Lexaeus thought. Funny how the game automatically gets boring as soon as it's MY turn…

"OKAY!" Demyx yelled. He grinned, and looked over all of them. "SO! Who's up to it?"

They all answered at once:

"Me? Give up THIS kinda challenge? Psh… As if!" Xigbar crowed.

Xaldin grinned. "Why not?"

Vexen leaned back. "Sure!"

"I'm in," Lex said, simply.

Zexion shrugged, and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"Sounds like fun."

"Okay, but I'm warning you… I'm the best. Got it memorized?"

"Hehhehheh… I'll probably be the first one out… But ah, what the hell! I'll give it a shot!"

"Fine with me."

"Just watch me own ALL of ya'll!"

"Nothing better to do, I guess…"

"SO IT'S SETTLED!" Demyx screamed, losing himself in the moment. "We'll have a Dancing tournament! Whoever fights their way to the top gets dubbed DANCING SUPERIOR OF THE ORGANIZATION!"

"YEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHH!" they all shouted.

"Everybody to the game room!"

They all portalled off, and within seconds, the room was completely empty. They all arrived inside a room which, unlike the rest of the castle, was pitch black. It had lights that could dim and was filled with 10 of every game system on the market, along with an endless supply of games. It also had 10 normal sized TVs along with a huge theater-like TV taking up a whole wall by itself.

"O-KAY! I'm the one who came up with this wonderful, amazing, incredible, shockingly FANTABULOUS idea, sooooo that means that I get to make the rules," Demyx said, smirking.

"Oh boy…" Vexen sighed.

"I knew this was gonna go to his head…" Luxord whispered to him.

"And, because I control music AS WELL AS water, I am also the self appointed champ of the tournament already!" He grinned.

"Here we go…." Xigbar grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"I called it, didn't I? I knew this was coming!" whispered Axel.

"I don't like the looks of this…" Roxas whispered back. "It looks like it could turn into something… nasty…"

Marluxia, unlike the other grumbling members of The Organization, was silently working out a plan to rise through the ranks and kick Demyx off his high throne. I am NOT coming second to a boy who plays a giant—

Ignoring the voices, Demyx continued, "Okay… Here's the deal. We duke it out in a huge tournament. There's gonna be 3 rounds. The preliminaries, the Semifinals, and then the Finals. Right now, there's gonna be… Uh…" he counted on his fingers. "6 matches. With the help of all of our X-Boxes, we'll be able to have them all at once! Whoever wins gets to go to the Semi-finals. Savvy?"

Everyone nodded.

"Okay, rules! Rules! No beginner mode. NONE. It is WAAAAY too easy for us, and guys know it. Ya either play it on 'light' up or ya don't play at all. Also, if someone beats you fair and square, NO going berserk, saying they cheated, and cussing the winner, along with the game out with every foul word in the book." He paused. "…Saix…" he added with a meaningful look.

Everyone turned and stared at The Berserker. He pouted, and crossed his arms, not liking being singled out. "Don't act like you've never done it before…" he grumbled under his breath.

Demyx rolled his eyes, and continued. "Right, and the third rules is…" He grinned at them all. "Have fun! This determines who's the CHAMP!"

"THE CHAMP!" the rest of the Organization roared back, grinning.

"Alrighty then! First thing's first!" Demyx pointed to Xaldin and Roxas. "You and you! Start setting up the X-Boxes while I draw up who's going against who!"

Xaldin and Roxas scrambled over to the X-Boxes, and started plugging in the dance-pads to them. While everyone else broke into groups, chatting about who's gonna kick whose ass, Demyx got a huge poster board and started matching up opponents.

Later…

"Okay, guys! I'm done!" Demyx shouted, grinning at his masterpiece.

Before he was done getting the words out of his mouth, the whole Organization swarmed over to the poster, trying to see who they were going up against.

Demyx grinned, and said in his shmexy announcer voice, "For the first match… It's water vs. ice when I go against VEXEN!"

"WHAT?" Vexen shrieked. "But… But why me?" He wasn't the worst player of DDR in the castle, but he was still far from the best. And he did NOT want to have to go against someone like Demyx in the first round.

"Ooooh… Tough break, man…"

"Well, you're a goner."

"Demmy's gonna cream you!"

"It's been nice knowin' ya, Vex…"

"Are you guys done…?" Demyx demanded, annoyed. Silence. Vexen was staring at the ground, gloomily. "Thank you… As for match number two, it's fire against wind when Xaldin takes on Axel!"

"Great…" Axel muttered, slapping his forehead. It wasn't that he wasn't good at DDR, it was just that everyone KNEW how good Xaldin was.

"Any last requests…?" Xaldin asked, smirking at his prey.

"Could you PLEASE just stop interrupting for TWO minutes while I introduce the matches?" Demyx screamed.

Rawr. No one said a word. But in all of their minds, they were thinking, Uh oh… Demmy's lost it…

Demyx huffed. "Now… as I was saying…" He cleared his throat, and said in his announcer voice again, "Match number three: Berserker vs. Savage Nymph! Who will win? Match number four – can the strength of a heart stand up against the trials of time? Find out today when Roxas goes against Luxord!"

Demyx was really starting to enjoy himself now. "And as for match number 5, the power of illusion clashes with the power of space! That's right! Xigbar and Zexion dukin' it out! And, last but not least, earth elemental goes against earth elemental when Marluxia goes up against Lexaeus!"

He crossed his arms. "Alright, my puppets! Go to your posts, pick out your songs, and wait for my signal! And good luck! You'll need it." With a sly grin, he marched off, a miserable Vexen trailing after him.

Xaldin smirked at Axel. "Say your prayers, Pyro…!"

"I know, I know…" Axel sighed.

"I am gonna kick your butt," Saix murmured to Larxene, grinning.

"Yeah, yeah… Just no crying when I totally MURDERLIZE you!" Larxene retorted.

"I'm gonna make you eat those words, cretin."

Roxas stared at these two groups making their ways toward the DDR pads. He smiled embarrassedly, and turned to Luxord. "Hey, it's just a game, right…?"

Luxord stared at him, and gave a small smile, also. "Yeah… Yeah, you're right." He grinned. "Good luck!"

"You, too, Lux." The two slapped each other a high-five.

Xigbar looked at Zexion. Before he could say anything, Zexion said, "Look, I don't care who wins okay? If I win, I win. I lose, I lose."

Xigbar blinked. "Uh… 'Kay…"

Marluxia glanced at Lex. He was silent, as usual. The FOOL! thought the Graceful Assassin, grinning. Putting me up against the worse dancer of all! THAT was a big mistake. He cleared his throat, and said in a kind voice, "You DO realize that you have no chance against, me, right?"

Lex sighed. "Yeah," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Good," Marly said, swaggering over to the DDR dance pad reserved just for them.

Demyx was flipping through the list of songs, distractedly. "So, what kinda song do you wanna dance to?" he asked Vexen.

Vexen's eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. He was silent a moment, then asked, slumping down, "Does it really matter…? We both know you're gonna kick my butt, anyway…" his eyes were still closed.

"True. Alright, 'Hey Mama' it is!"

Not all of the decisions for song choices went as well, though.

"HEY! I want this song!"

"Well that's too bad! HEY! What are you—"

"Ah, suck it up! We're dancing to 'Every Time We Touch', and YOU'RE GONNA LIKE IT!"

"DEMYX!" Saix roared, marching over to where Demyx and Vexen were. "How should we settle this dispute? How are we supposed to choose who picks the song?" He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for an answer.

Demyx blinked, staring at the two. He thought a few seconds, then answered, "Uh… Well… It doesn't really matter who picks the song… but if you guys are having trouble deciding, then I guess you can pull rank—"

"Then it's settled!" Saix shouted. He cast Larxene a sly look and gloated, "Well, Number XII… Your superior says that we're dancing to 'Where's Your Head At?' and THAT is final."

Larxene huffed, angrily, and crossed her arms. "No fair…" she grumbled, storming off to their assigned dance pad.

After a while, everyone had their chosen songs. Since Lexaeus didn't care because he knew he was no match, Marluxia went ahead and chose the song titled "Sunflower Girl". Zexion also didn't care what song they were to dance to, so Xigbar, being Xigbar, had chosen "Play That Funky Music". Luxord pulled the rank card over Roxas, and picked "Whip It Good". Xaldin also pulled the rank card over Axel, and selected the song "Daikenkai". They all waited impatiently for Demyx's "signal".

Demyx looked over all of them, grinning, then flung up his arms and shouted, "Members of Organization XIII…! ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE?"

Groans of aspiration.

"Enough already…!"

"Just get ON with it!"

"We ain't got all day!"

"AlRIGHT! Jeez… I was just tryin' to spice things up a little…" Demyx grumbled. He sighed. "You guys ready…?"

"We've BEEN ready!"

"You know, you'd make a terrible Superior."

"UGH! Don't even SAY such things! It gives me chills!"

"Cut it out!" Demyx snapped, defensively. "You're worse than a horde of rabid fangirls…" He stepped back to his pad, and looked at all of them. "Ready…? Set…" He pressed the start button. "GO!"

Everyone else pressed their start buttons, too.

Let the games begin… Demyx thought, confidently.

To Be Continued…

~~OOooOOooOOooOO~~

And now for a message from your lord and savior!

The following message was copied and pasted from my DeviantArt account:

This was inspired by my sister and cousins who are all competing bastards. =3

What's up with Marluxia? I... can't remember. XD; Somethin' around the whole, "I wanna be the best, even if it means cutting someone else down" and... yeah. XD; Blaaaarg - moving on.

I decided that your brains were all mush-a-fied because of all the randomness in "If Organization XIII used AIM..." so I decided to give the final blow by submitting this other, just as random piece of crap. XD;

That thing where Xemmy got drunk off of mouthwash... Shamefully stolen from a comic done by Psycrowe… Again.