Back before you knew it! Thanks to people who reviewed! I wrote this chapter right after the first one, so I didn't have the chance to check if anyone did…

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Zexion was busy scribbling notes in his Lexicon, mumbling to himself. "Mansex…salsa dancing….Saix…never…recover…"

Marluxia glided over, holding his carrying a basket of rose petals. "Why do you waste away your hours writing in that book?" he asked.

Zexion pretended not to hear him and continued writing. "Marluxia…crazy….wouldn't understand…"

Marluxia sighed. "All I'm saying is that you need to spend some time doing what you love most, and I sincerely hope it's not writing in that dingy little book. Pure enlightenment; that's what I learned while I was at my retreat," he said, and floated away, throwing petals as he left.

Zexion snorted. "Yeah, like I'm going to listen to a snob like Marluxia," he said, and was just about to continue writing, except the book burst into flames.

"YIKES!" shouted Zexion, who quickly dropped his book and put out the flames with his shoe.

Zexion growled. "AXEL!" he screamed, expecting it to be a stupid prank. He ran over to Axel's room, ready to kill.

Axel was lying on his bed, reading Bop! magazine, when he hear Zexion pound on the door. "What do you want?" he shouted, for he did not like being interrupted during his alone time.

Zexion reached for the doorknob. "I know it was—AAAAHHHH!" The minute he put his hand to the doorknob, he got a huge electric shock running up his whole body.

Axel heard the scream of pain, and went to go see what was wrong. He slowly opened the door, revealing a half-fried Zexion, lying in a heap on the floor.

Zexion jumped off the ground and pointed a finger at Axel. "I know it was YOU!" he finished.

Axel snickered. "Nice, uhhh," he said, looking down.

Zexion looked down, and realized in horror that his clothes had been completely burned off, revealing his…yeah, you get the picture.

He pushed Axel inside his room, and ran inside, shutting the door carefully without touching the doorknob.

"You set my Lexicon on fire!" said Zexion. "That was looooooow, even for yoooooooooooooouu!"

Axel scrunched up his face. "I didn't set your diary on fire, got it memorized?"

Just then, Demyx opened the door. "Hello, hello!" he cooed, touching the doorknob without an issue. He couldn't help but see Zexion standing there without clothes on. "Umm, am I interrupting something special?" he asked, smiling and raising his eyebrows with the word "special."

"Get in here!" growled Zexion, pulling him into the room and shutting the door again. "Did you see Axel rig the Lexicon?" he asked.

Demyx shook his head and leaned against the door. "I did not see Sir Flames-a-lot rig any journal or diary of any kind. Now, if you will excuse me, I have other, more important things to do." And with that, Demyx turned around, and opened the door.

"DEMYYYXXXX!"

Demyx peaked out the door, saw that it was Larxene, and shut it quickly. "I'm not here!" he whispered.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Larxene screamed. She punched through the door using her knives, grabbed Demyx by the neck, and yanked him through the large hole in the door that she just created.

Axel and Zexion stood there, silent for a few moments, not sure of what just happened. Roxas ran into the room, sobbing like a small child. "Axel!" he cried, running to him.

He wrapped his small arms around Axel's waist, and cried into his cloak. Axel, slightly weirded out by the embrace, patted Roxas on the head awkwardly. "What's wrong?"

Roxas looked up, his big blue eyes clouded with tears. "The refrigerator!" he wailed. "It's empty!"

Axel sighed. "Come on," he said, holding Roxas' hand, and leading him over to The Kitchen That Never Satisfies.

Zexion ripped the drapes from the windows, covered himself with them, and followed.

Roxas opened the fridge, and pointed at the inside. "See?" he said. Indeed, there was nothing left in the fridge, except for a few crumbs.

Axel was puzzled. They never ran out of food. Not ever.

As they turned to leave, Lexaeus reached into the refrigerator, grabbed a can of Orange Soda, and walked away with it.

"Very strange indeed," murmured Zexion. Demyx limped by, his clothes shredded, his hair a mess, his leg badly bruised.

"Larxene was having one of her episodes," he said weakly.

Zexion suddenly snapped his fingers. "Have any of you noticed that we have all been having exceedingly bad luck?" he shouted, proud of his discovery.

Everyone thought for a moment, and then they nodded their heads. Axel was not satisfied. "If that's so, then why am I still in one piece?" he asked.

He summoned his chakrams, yet something was very wrong. "Why are your chakrams covered in plastic?" asked Roxas.

Both of Axel's chakrams were covered in a thick layer of pink plastic. Axel's face went pale, and he dropped his weapons onto the ground. He started flashing his hands at them, but nothing was happening.

"Is he trying to set them on fire?" asked Demyx. If he was, nothing was happening.

Axel jumped back, and climbed up onto the refrigerator. Zexion chuckled. "It's because plastic doesn't burn," he said matter-of-factly.

Axel hissed at him like a cat. He jumped down. "Okay, so maybe we are having a little bit of bad luck. But why?"

Zexion thought for a moment. "It was probably because…" he pondered this for a second. Finally, he pointed his finger at Demyx. "Because of the secret video YOU showed us!" he screamed.

They all gasped. "Me?" exclaimed Demyx. "If there's anyone to blame, it's YOU GUYS! You're the ones who saw the video in the first place!"

Double gasp. Roxas summoned his Keyblade. "You wanna bet?" he asked challengingly.

Demyx summoned his sitar. "Bring it!" he shouted. Soon, everyone had summoned their weapons, and started fighting in the kitchen.

Zexion laughed evilly, opened up a black portal, and stepped through. "He's getting away!" shouted Roxas.

The three of them ran after him. They planned to finish their fight.

In Hollow Bastion…..

Sora was confronting Maleficent in the town square. It seemed as if they were also getting ready for a fight.

"What in the world do you think you're prattling on about?" shouted Maleficent. "Kingdom Hearts belongs to me! The Heart of all that lives! A dominion fit to be called Kingdom Hearts must be MY dom—Hey!"

Axel and Zexion ran in between Sora and Maleficent, while throwing and hurling their weapons at each other.

"Taste defeat, traitor!" shouted Zexion, throwing more pages of the Lexicon.

"What are you idiots doing here? This is MY dom—"

"Don't you run away from me!" shouted Axel, chasing after Zexion through yet another dark portal.

In Deep Jungle…

Axel looked at the trees and vines surrounding him. There was nobody in sight. "Damn, must've taken a wrong turn," he mumbled.

From a treetop above him, Demyx swung down from a vine while holding his sitar. "FOR NARNIA!" he shouted in a British accent.

Axel quickly ducked out of the way, and saw that Demyx was wearing nothing but a loincloth. "Ew…" he said. He grabbed onto one of the vines, and started swinging at Demyx.

They swung at each other for a long time, getting more tired by the minute. Axel turned around, and in doing so, he smashed into Demyx, sending him falling through the treetops below them.

"AXEL YOU IDiot….." he shouted. Demyx opened up another black corridor so that he wouldn't fall to his death.

In Atlantica….

Demyx opened his eyes and saw that there was a concert being held in his absolute favorite place: Atlantica.

He smiled, grabbed a seat next to an especially attractive mermaid, and listened to the concert.

Swim this way, we'll dance and we'll play!
Now it's very easy! Come on in!
Just take a chance and shake a fin!

As choreographed, the large clam shells that was on stage opened up, and mermaids started pouring out of them, shaking their fins this way and that. But as the last clam opened, instead of a group of beautiful female mermaids swimming out, something else happened.

"AHAHAA!" shouted Roxas as he jumped out of the clam. Demyx took out his sitar and started fighting Roxas onstage.

"Aw, man!" cried Sebastian. "Shouldn't we be doing someding, your majesty?"

The King laughed and shook his head. "Are you kidding? This is the most exciting performance you've held yet!"

As Roxas and Demyx fought, they found it very hard to move around, considering everything moves slower underwater. Finally, Roxas opened up a dark corridor, and they both escaped.

At Beast's Castle….

They all met up outside the castle, in the courtyard. They threw their weapons at each other, battling it out, while doing awesome action moves and speaking intense yet cheesy catch phrases.

"TASTE HARCOVER, LOSERS!" screamed Zexion.

"LET THE FLAMES BURN YOU!" shouted Axel.

"DANCE WATER, DANCE!" screamed Demyx.

"HYAAAAHHHH!" yelled Roxas.

It went on like this for ten minutes straight, until someone heard them. "What the what do you guys think you're doing?" shouted a voice.

They all turned around to see a familiar face. "Xaldin, what are you doing here?" asked Roxas.

Xaldin stood there, shaving cream on half of his face, a razor in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and moogle slippers.

He walked towards them, his slippers making a small "Kupo! Kupo!" sound as they hit the ground. "You should all be ashaaaaaaaaamed of yourselves!" he said, ignoring Roxas' question. "Fighting each other like that! Disturbing the peace of other worlds! We're all brothers, man! Can't you guys agree on something?"

Roxas, Axel, Demyx, and Zexion all looked at each other. One thing they agreed on: No matter how hard Xaldin tried, he was not Jamaican, nor will he ever be.

Demyx opened his arms. "I'll always love you guys!" he said, blushing.

Roxas sniffed. "I love you too, man!" he said, reaching for him. They gathered together for a group hug, except for Zexion. He stood off to the side, rolling his eyes.

"Why don't you join, Zexy?" said Axel.

Zexion rolled his eyes again. "I find affection highly over rated—"

"GET IN THE GROUP HUG!" shouted Xaldin.

"Okaaaaayyyy!" said Zexion, inching into the mob, but making sure to stay as far away from Xaldin as possible.

After the hug fest, Zexion sighed. "But we still don't know who gave us all that bad luck!" he said.

Everyone stood there thinking for a moment. Roxas smiled. "I think I know who it is," he said.

"Follow me."

To be continued….

Don-Don-Doooooooooooonnnn!

Hope you loved my cliffhanger chappie! (Xaldin, no matter how hard you try, you are not Jamaican!)

Since I haven't thought about who the pranker was, I've decided to leave it up to my fellow readers! If you have a good idea about who the pranker was, than please feel free to leave a suggestion for me! All other reviews and ideas are appreciated also!