-Chapter Two- One note that I want to just throw out there for the hell of it, if you want to go and see some pictures of Axel or Reno- cosplay- then you can go to my profile, click on my DeviantART link and see some of the pictures. Yeah, I was totally bored if you could not tell that already. Other than that, I'm really doing nothing but finishing off some work, but sadly not all of it is close to being finished. How sad, right? In the next chapter I actually describe why I haven't been updating as quickly as normal. Just saying, It's A Wonderful Life is still alive! I... I'm just having some complications. Sorry guys.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters or else everything would be very twisted and insane. I also don't own the Matrix, Mountain Dew, eBay, Barbie Girl, Deal or No Deal, Max Payne, Blockbuster, Gamestop, Left 4 Dead, and everything else that you know I do not own.

All seven nobodies who were in the kitchen were staring at the blond girl intensely as she wept. At first, they were too stunned to remember what they had to do to speak. It was very complicated since her words made their brains instantly turn to mush upon hearing them. When the news finally sank in, Roxas pulled himself off of the Whirlwind Lancer to speak. "Wait… I don't understand. What exactly do you mean by… Your blackmail files are missing?"

The Savage Nymph was being comforted- or at least trying to be- by Luxord. He was running a hand up and down her back. It was not like she would admit it, but it actually was helping. It felt good also. Slowly, she wiped the tears away from her eyes before she attempted to speak. "What- What do you think I- I mean you twerp? My blackmail files are gone! I can't find them anywhere! This is in plain English! Someone must have stolen it! And you know who did it, right?"

Xigbar was waving his hands wildly in the air, causing the others to quirk an eyebrow at his behavior. "Oh! Oh! Pick me! I know! Pick me!"

Dramatically, Larxene gasped when seeing how hyperactive the other had become. Everything began to click in her mind. Her lips turned into a clear frown, "Who gave you real coffee?" Shaking her head, she then looked at the others in the room. All of them were raising their hands like the Freeshooter. Although, being silent was the one thing that separated them from the other. Thank the world for that, she would not know what to do with many Xigbars running around. "Hm… Let me see… Okay. Mar-Mar, you take a wild guess at it."

"Yes! Hahaa… Larxene loves me more then you!" He did a little victory dance before turning to Xigbar. While doing the dance, everyone looked around for the bottle of pills he took. Seriously, this could not be just a side effect of the cold pills, would it? No, he is way too hyper and happy for that. Plus he did not take any medicine yet. He was being way too lazy to get up and get it. "In your face, Pirate!"

The blond girl took a dish out of a cabinet and threw it at the back of the pink haired man's head. It was not as affective as her knives, but she was too busy planning on what she was going to do to the red head once he was in her clutches. Those knives would work their own little magic. The thought of it made her smirk evilly in her mind, but on the outside, she was still pissed off at the pink haired man. "Just get on with it! We apparently do not have all day!"

Tenderly, Marluxia rubbed the back of his head where the dish had shattered once it made contact. How he had turned completely around, he had no clue. Maybe he flinched? "Ow… You know-sneeze- that hurts!" Once more he sneezed, ducking slightly as he did, missing the dishes that were being thrown at him for a second time. Or maybe he just sneezed. "Okay, okay! It's Axel, of course it would be Axel! Who else would be stupid enough to do that? Seriously. You would cut it off and start to feed it to us if we ever touched your blackmail files."

The others nodded in agreement at The Graceful Assassin's claim even though the last part made most of them cringe. Whether it was the way that he had said it or the fact that she actually might do it made them nervous. However, Luxord was still patting Larxene on the back, being one of the few that did not flinch. That was because he had heard that threat plenty of times before this. Some things just did not faze him anymore. "So all of your blackmail files are missing, love? You did say ALL of them, right?"

The blond girl wiped her eyes, causing them to become even more irritated. "Yes, Brit. All of my files are missing. I looked for them in all the places that I stash them and everything was missing! I have no clue how he could have found them all! Axel must have been looking hard."

The youngest of the organization quirked an eyebrow. "That can't be right… Axel never pays attention to anything- well… Certain things he pays attention to."

"Like your ass…" Xigbar mumbled just loud enough for the teen to hear. Once he received the evil glare, he picked up his cup of real coffee and began to drink some again. He felt as if he was going to need all the energy he could get to go through the day. Even if he was drinking something that was dangerously addictive to him. "You can be in denial all you want, kid. Not my problem."

"He stares at your ass just as much as he stares at mine, Pirate."

Right then, Zexion pulled down his hospital mask, glaring at everyone. "He stares at everyone's ass so it makes no difference so you don't have to fight over him." There were a few moments of silence as they all stared at the silver haired man who had just made a very truthful comment. Yeah, that really did sound like the feisty red head. Then they all put that aside so Roxas could take out his Keyblades and Xigbar his guns, pointing them at the emo kid. Once again, the silver haired man pulled down his mask. "What are you going to do, now? Kill me?" Bland and to the point. The two looked at each other then summoned their weapons away. "I didn't think so."

"So…" Larxene was crossing her arms, frowning at the blond teen. "You say that you don't think that Axel was capable to do such a thing?"

"No… I'm saying that… Actually. What am I saying? I think for a minute there I was actually defending his case! Seriously? What is the world coming to? Break out the pitchforks and let's go after him. I don't care if he actually stole them or not… It's 'kill the bitch' time."

"Hooray!"

"Angry mob!"

"Woohoo!"

The Cloaked Schemer was now standing on top of the round kitchen table, trying to get the group of nobodies- who just turned into an angry mob in less than two seconds- attention. It took a while, but it was odd to see him on a table like that, and very noticeable. Once he had their attention for a bit, he spoke. Or at least attempted to. "Before we go to have fun killing Axel and such, maybe we should-"

"Hey lookie, dudes…" Xigbar pointed to the nobody on the table and laughed. Yeah, very apparent that he should lay off the real coffee. Sometimes, picking fights with other members was not a very great idea. For some reason, he missed that memo. "Lookie, the emo kid is actually taller than us for once… Heh, heh…Barely. He just meets the top of Saïx's hair-Ah!"

In frustration, the silver haired man ripped off his mask before jumping on the back of the Freeshooter, clawing at his good eye. It was a pretty amusing sight to see as long as you were not in the other man's point of view. A few people were actually snickering. "I am going to kill you if you do not shut up! I cannot tolerate you any longer!" The nobody beneath him was screaming for his life as he tried to pry the other off of his back. Somehow, it just made the other angrier, and the crowd happier. "That's right, b-!"

BEEP!

"Please stand by as we try to free the emo from the pirate's eye, loves." Luxord said, being one of the many members who were snickering from the scene that was unraveling in front of his eyes. Seeing his mortal enemy getting hurt by someone half his size for free made this the best day of his life thus far. Or none existent life, he would suppose. "Maybe we should start investing in making commercial breaks when this kind of things happens, eh?"

"That would make these things much simpler." The blond haired girl agreed. "But this is so much more entertaining than any friggin' commercial. Roll the cameras!" Quickly, she pulled out a video camera from inside of her cloak, making Luxord gawk at her for a moment. Obviously, she did not realize his reaction because she was too busy making a new blackmail file at the moment. To her, that was way more important.

"You keep a camera in your bra?"

Larxene gave the Gambler a deadpanned expression, a tiny hint of a blush arising on her cheeks. However, she her mouth then formed into a frown as she continued to watch the other eye up and down her body. "Well… I have to keep it somewhere! It's not like I'm a guy who can shove thirty million things into their pockets! I have to keep my form!"

Ten minutes later…

Now is when they had to call Lexaeus to the kitchen.

The silver haired man was slung over the large one's shoulder, still cursing at the other nobody. Kicking and screaming the whole time did not bother the other man as much as hearing the once calm and reasonable nobody spurring lines of curse words at a fellow member. It was no like him at all. Kind of scary. Xigbar, who was laying face up on the titled floor, had an X mark replacing his once good eye. A little drool was running out of the corner of his mouth. Zexion pushed on the broad shoulder that was holding him as he turned towards the other who was probably still seeing stars, "You just wait, Freeshooter! You will regret this!"

"Ooohhh pretty sparkles…"

"Brilliant!" Luxord screamed, jumping up into the air. It was so British that nobody could question the outburst. "We have a product for our commercial now, love. It's called…" He pointed to Lexaeus, who just walked out of the room with Zexion with a big 'I present you' gesture. "EMO BE GONE!"

"This will make millions!" They crooked their heads to the side as happy thoughts about being rich and probably leaving the Organization to go live in Costa Del Sol ran through their minds. Who cares if you really had a heart or not when you had cash? Fame and money makes everyone's -even a measly nobody's- world go round. Then she showed him the video tape of the fight, "You think that this will help?"

"Brilliant!"

About ten more minutes later…

Zexion was sitting at the kitchen table, in-between Lexaeus and Marluxia- who by now got off his lazy ass to take some cold medicine. The tiny man muttered some things underneath his breath at the man who was still drinking real coffee across the room, while holding an icepack to his eye. He swore that he was born from pure evil. How dare he challenge the power of a lexicon. The silver haired man tugged hard at his arms while replaying the whole fight over again in his mind.

"No, no Zexy." Mar-Mar cooed, annoyingly. "You don't want to hurt yourself while you're in that straitjacket, now do you?" He watched as the other's lower lip quivered slightly before he rested his head upon the table, banging it gently at first then increasing the force each time. For some odd reason, he thought that was a natural reaction and ignored him, thinking that if he would knock himself out that the Silent Hero would do something about it.

The youngest member shook his head, "Okay… Now that that incident is over with… Can we talk about the blackmail files again? Because… We need to find them… Desperately!"

Xaldin- finally back in the picture- pointed to the clock with a gloved hand. At other members turned to see what he was pointing at and came to the same conclusion. "It's only five minutes till seven; we have the whole day to look for them. Why should we all go looking for them in the morning when we can wait a little longer? It is not like that blackmail files are going to be going anywhere anytime soon.

"That's not it! Don't you get it?" Roxas grabbed the front of the older man's robe, bringing him down to his eyelevel. Bringing him down, down, down to his eye level. Enough to make the other's back hurt from bending over too far. Yes, there were no shortages or short jokes. Roxas was not short, he's just fun size. "Can you even come to imagine what Axel is doing- or planning on doing- to all of our stuff? Do you? The internet!" The small blond began shaking the other in frustration and panic quite melodramatically. However, it did get the point across quite nicely. "There's the internet!"

"Yeah… He may post them on some website for all the crazy fan girls and guys can gawk over them… Dude!" Xigbar cried out while taking the icepack off his eye, showing the reddened swollen puffiness around it. Then he thought about what he had just said in his mind. "Not like I'm complaining or anything… Some of the stuff that they post online is hilarious. But… Those fangirls… Some of them really freak me out, dudes. Have you seen what they do to people like us? Do you? Do you?"

Zexion raised his head up quickly, halting his constant head banging for a while. It took a few seconds for the pain to ease down enough for him to finally get a word in. Yes, he was regretting his actions now, feeling himself slip into the clutches of a migraine. "Larxene… How did you know that your blackmail files were missing?"

Every nobody in the kitchen gave the Cloaked Schemer a deadpanned expression. It was possible that they thought his IQ lowered from the head-banging-off-the-table-repeatedly incident from earlier or from just being about Xigbar for longer than five seconds. Not missing a beat, the blond woman scoffed, "I told you before… I looked and they were nowhere to be seen. They were missing."

"Where were they missing from, Larxene?"

She placed a hand on her chin, rubbing it as she thought. Her other hand was on her hip, her posture almost perfect as she continued her thought process. Every nobody in the kitchen remained quiet, in silent anticipation on what the other was going to tell. Children settling down for story time. "Well… I always keep my blackmail files separate so someone can't find all of them. I have a system and maybe a little OCD. Only a little. I always check everyday." Maybe a little too compulsive… The others rose an eyebrow as she continued to explain, waiting for the climatic ending. Holding their breath. Carefully, she thought some more. "I usually keep the main stash…"

The world holds onto the edge of their seats, waiting for the all too common question to finally be answered.

If someone had blinked, they would have missed the short event that had taken place. It probably only lasted a few seconds. The silver haired man tipped his chair backwards just in time to avoid being hit by the silverware that was being thrown at his head. It was matrix mode to the extreme. Since the young nobody was currently laying on his back at the moment, he could not see that Larxene was literally foaming at the mouth with anger. "I'm not going to tell you where I keep all my files! Why would I do something as stupid as that, huh? Did you really believe that I would be that stupid to fall for something as lame as that? Lame. Lame."

The Gambler of Fate began to back away from the blond's wrath. "Uh… Love? I, uh, I think you should-" Speedily, he summoned a card to shielded him from the large qualities of kitchen utensils that were now aimed for him. Well… She took that lightly, didn't she? He poked his bleached blond head around the card quickly, flashing her a quick smile before retreating once again. One could never be too sure of one's reaction. "Never mind then, love. Continue."

Unexpectedly, Larxene actually stopped. Stopped completely. Frozen. Once more, one could never be too sure of one's reaction. Especially if it was from a girl who looked as if she had down twenty Mountain Dews in the past few hours and was now on an insane caffeine buzz. Her arms relaxed a bit and slumped down to her sides. The items that were in her hands slipped from her fingers and clanked on the tiled floor. Sighing, her eyes slid closed, "You guys need to help me find my blackmail files." It was strange. The tone of her voice was different, almost caring. "I swear… That asshat has to have it!"

Roxas looked at the other nobodies for a brief conformation before nodding his head. "Of course we'll find them for you, Larxene. The files are just as important to us as to you. Seriously. We need those. At least when they were in your hands we knew that they only went on eBay when we did something wrong." To agree, the other members nodded along. "Then… once we find Axel… We'll kill him."

"No, no, no, no! Absolutely not!"

"Larxene… You have to realize the situation that we are in as well." Smooth, Roxas had worked the blond girl into one of his little mind traps. Wasn't the Cloaked Schemer suppose to be the one to do that sort of thing? However, the young member knew exactly what he was doing, which impressed some of the other nobodies greatly. "We have every right to kill Axel as you do. He screwed with us, we get to screw with his face. You know how he always makes comments about his pretty little face, right? We'll break it." The sweat-talkin' Roxas said, the others still nodding their heads behind of him. All that they could do was agree at this point. "We need to make a deal."

There was a large huff of air. Many of the nobodies had a feeling that the girl had deflated. Or something had deflated. Now that would be bad, but somehow hilarious. Eventually, Larxene found that all she could do was grin and bear it. That showed how desperately she needed those blackmail files back. "Fine, fine. Here's the dealio. You need to find all of my files. ALL of them, understand. I highly doubt that all the files are together, since they put an effort into collecting all the files to begin with. That was determination in it's finest form. When you find one file… you bring it to me and I'll write your name on the white board that's in the library… Yes, you can find me in the library. That is my headquarters for now on, alright? Every file you bring me… I'll give you a piece of your blackmail file."

The kitchen was silent. If they had known any better, they would have thought that they had suffered a heart attack.

With one finger wagging, she finished with a final statement to her deal. This was the true form of Deal or No Deal. All that they needed now was some dramatic music and they would be good to go. "But this can only happen if you cooperate with me and bring the red headed moron to me, alive and well."

"Huh… Wait a sec, wait a sec, am I sure I'm hearing ya right? You- You mean that we'll finally be able to get some of our private moments back? Back for good? Away from the fear of you selling them on eBay to crazy people and make money off of our secret lives?" This was possibly when Xigbar reached his breaking point for the morning. Real coffee or not, the news was just shocking enough to put a mentally stable person into the Looney-bin. "Dud-Dude! Ya really serious?" Slowly, Larxene nodded her head, "I'm serious, the world is coming to an end!"

The silver haired man- who was brought back up to the sitting position by the Silent Hero since someone had forgotten about him until now- began to thinkto himself. 'If this is the World That Never Was… How can it really end? If it never was, then it had never existed, and therefore, can never end. Or can it, since it does have form but does not truly exist? Doesn't many things end that do not truly exist? We cannot see them, nor prove that they are actually there, but somehow they do exist. Like Nobodies. Oh, forget it, this is getting far too complicated and is a distraction from the real action afoot.'

Just as he was pulled away from his thoughts, Marluxia shot up out of his seat to wrap his arms around the blond woman. It could only be described as the most over-exaggerated glomp in the history of the world. As well, if it could get anymore animated, the pink haired man would be walking on sunshine and pink harts would be bubbling from above his head. That was how dreamy the situation had become. "You know, Larx, I think that I was wrong about you…"

"Get off me!"

'You know what? I think I actually might go back to thinking about my theories. They save me from the embarrassing fact that I actually know these people personally.'

"Aw… But Larx-Baby…" Has anyone ever seen a smart-time shopper snag a hold of a good deal? A robber snatching his loot? A child clutching onto his favorite blanket or teddy bear? They are all holding on with a death grip, aren't they? That was the kind of hold that the pink haired man had on the girl as he rubbed his nose against her neck briskly. Still, the thought of Marluxia holding onto a 'I'm a Barbie Girl' t-shirt while pushing others away with his purse will never leave one's mind. "I wuv you!"

"I said get off, you flower faggot!" She squealed, pushing Marluxia away and onto the floor in one fluid movement. "Shouldn't you be with that sciencebitch right about now?"

"Don't get Vexen stared again!" Practically every nobody screamed at the same time- besides Lexaeus who has no clue what's going on this morning. Plus Lexaeus would not voice a word on the subject. Noted by the name Silent Hero. He would just sit there… Probably lift something. Something such as that.

"Wait, wait, wait. Let me make sure that I'm hearing ya right, 'kay? So… So ya mean that it's a scavenger hunt? We find the stuff and get rewarded. You mean that it's a scavenger hunt, right? Huh, Larx-Baby?"

In a blink of an eye, there were sharp daggers pointed to the bare throat of the Freeshooter. That instantly made him freeze. Had he spoken just a little out of term? "What did you just call me, ninja surfer pirate idiot?" Yes, yes he had. Once he cowered away into a small dark corner and started rocking back and forth in the fetal position, she summoned her weapons away. "And yes… If you want to look at it that way. It's like a scavenger hunt, more or less. The more things that you give me… The more things taken out of your blackmail file."

The blond teen was waving his hand in the air rapidly.

"Yes, Roxas?"

"How much is Axel worth?"

Larxene put a hand to her chin in deep thought. Yet again, another time today when she had to overwork her brain in a long thought process sequence. "Well… Let me see…" Thinking could not be this difficult, could it? Seriously, Zexion has to do it all the time. He is probably thinking about the whole world ending thing right now. Thinking just shouldn't be this hard! After a few more seconds she clasped her hands together satisfyingly. Thank goodness for that. "Okay, I got it! You will not believe what I will have in store for you if you bring me the red head. Axel… With him, your file will be completely erased." Silence. Wait, what? Did people dare not to breathe? When there was no response to the deal, she added, "You can see how much I want to kill him, don't you?"

They nodded their heads, then in three seconds vacated the kitchen in a hurry.

Time for the real fun. The fun that people would by tickets to. If Larxene would have installed those camera's like she wanted to months ago, she could sell the tapes for millions. All the members of Organization XIII were running around the hallways in a rush, scrambling around to find something that could make their chances of finding Axel first, much greater. Anything that looked helpful was searched through. Every couch and chair was turned over. All that really could be found were loose change and some paperclips. Bookcases were searched through, DVD cases were opened, even CD cases were not safe from the treasure hunters. Well, at least they will remember that they still need to bring Max Payne back to Blockbuster and Left 4 Dead to Gamestop. Who knew that Nobodies had so much crap? The Castle That Never Was had turned into a true madhouse at seven o'clock in the damn morning.

Xigbar was standing upside-down on the ceiling as fellow nobodies rushed from one point to another beneath him. Loudly, he cheered, "The hunt is on!"

The bleached blond was standing on the ground below the Freeshooter, off to the side enough to not get ran over by other members. His blue eyes watched the other in wonder, his thoughts running swiftly through his mind. One thought stopping enough so the blond could get a clear idea of what he should do next. His next plan. A smirk appeared on his face. Oh la la, how suave he is. "Today… Just might be a great day after all."

End of Chapter Two! Hmmm… I wonder what Luxord is thinking… Who would know, anyways. Zexion! Sorry… Hahaha… Also, I bet you that Xigbar will have to get another eye patch because of Zexion! That silly little minx. Then Luxord and Larxene could sell millions with the EMO BE GONE product. Oh yes, everyone should have that product under their sink. Sorry for me sounding so hyper and joyful. I stayed up all night editing and working on college english projects. That also means that I was on here all night reading some stories.

Next chapter, Chapter Three! I'm… I've been playing a lot of Left 4 Dead lately and Resident Evil 5. I love Ellis so much so I always play as him in the second game and on the first, the one and only, Bill. I have yet to get the Passing which is okay since I don't want to see Bill... But Ellis and Zoey makes me laugh so much. Ha ho ho... Plus there is zombies... That's why I love Resident Evil and such. Eh, I'm really random right now and I'm eating watermelon yogurt. It's my trademark now. I'm going to be on Dmy computer working for the rest of the night, I suppose.

Review if you wish, tell me what you think, what's going through your mind. (It would be nice if you review since I am rewriting this.)

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