Here's the next installment. Don't get too excited though, updates will not be happening this quickly normally. I just have a bit already written.

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Demyx sat a short distance away from an ice cream stand, fiddling with his sitar. "I like to play my sitar," he quietly sang to himself.

The boy in black, Zexion, was sitting beside him, reading a book and trying to ignore how blazingly hot his outfit of choice was.

Axel and Roxas, the blonde haired, blue-eyed boy, joined them moments later, ice cream cones in hand. Roxas was pouting over the lack of sea-salt ice cream, but had found another flavor that Axel promised was just as delicious.

"Hey," Axel said, nodding at Zexion, "you're gonna die of heatstroke if you don't get out of that, soon."

"I had planned to change at the hotel until you three dragged me away," Zexion replied in a bored tone.

"Yeah, right," Demyx said, giving him a nudge. "Do you even HAVE any summer clothes?"

Zexion's serious expression didn't change. "At this rate, you'll never find out."

Axel rolled his eyes and took a long lick of his ice cream before replying, "We'll check back in at the hotel in a bit. Demyx, you're doing it wrong."

Demyx looked up from his sitar. "Doing what wrong? Huh?"

Axel took the sitar case and left it open on the sidewalk. "There. Earn yourself a little dough while you're sitting here."

"Wouldn't he need a permit for that?" Roxas asked.

"Only if he gets caught," Zexion replied.

"Damn straight." Axel leaned on Roxas by resting his elbow on the shorter boy's shoulder. "What do you think of your ice cream?"

Roxas shrugged. "It's not bad. Not as good as the kind I like, but…"

"Aww," Axel said, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Tastes fine to me."

Roxas turned red and looked away. "Pervert."

Demyx chuckled and went back to playing his instrument.

"Look, Hisoka! Ice cream!" Tsuzuki exclaimed, pointing to the stand. "And look! Live entertainment!"

"Yes, Tsuzuki, I see," Hisoka said, trying to be patient. They had both changed out of their usual, far too hot for Hawaii outfits and into more suitable clothes. Tatsumi had given them a spending limit and sent them out to see the sights. "I suppose you want some?"

"Yes!" Tsuzuki clasped his hands together, his violet colored eyes glimmering.

"Get the Rocky Road," Axel suggested, raising his cone, "it's delish."

"I like to play my sitar" Demyx crooned.

"You're drawing stares," Zexion observed, trying to avoid unwanted attention by ducking behind his book.

Hisoka went ahead and ordered the ice cream while Tsuzuki listened to Demyx's music. His purple eyes sparkled as he listened, Demyx, glad to have an audience, played it up, trying to make the performance great. Hisoka returned shortly with the ice cream.

"I'm sorry, but we're not going to be able to give you money. We have a tight budget and it doesn't include roadside entertainment." Hisoka stated blandly.

Tsuzuki pouted at his partner, trying to look really upset while eating his ice cream. "But Hiso-KA! He's good. We should give him money!"

"You're broke, Tsuzuki, and we don't have enough money to sight see and give him money. Tatsumi would not approve." Hisoka replied, ignoring the now upset Tsuzuki.

Demyx, listening to their conversation, pouted at Zexion. "He's just as mean as you are to me!"

Zexion just stared at the two on the street. Tsuzuki was now clinging to Hisoka complaining loudly to the world how mean he was and how much of a tight wad he was. Hisoka was trying to disentangle himself from the other man while telling him not to make a scene. "I've found that threatening to take things away helps calm them down quickly."

Hisoka froze at the new voice in his fight, looking up at the bored face of Zexion. Thinking for a moment he smiled and whispered something in Tsuzuki's ear. Immediately Tsuzuki stopped struggling. Hisoka smiled at the other boy. "Thanks, I'll remember that. And thanks for the tip on the ice cream." Nodding to the others Hisoka dragged Tsuzuki off.

Meanwhile, at the hotel pool a large group of guests were lounging and swimming. The lifeguard looked despairingly at the amount of people hanging out by the pool. The Hyotei and Rikkai tennis teams had decided to have a match of pool volleyball in the shallow end, and both teams were missing their Double 1 players. Said Doubles 1 players were lying on pool side chairs, making out. The teams ignored their more exhibitionistic teammates and focused on the game, because both teams were the best and neither could lose.

"Be awed by my prowess!" Keigo said as he spiked the ball towards an empty space.

"What prowess?" Genichirou replied, easily returning the ball.

"This prowess!" Keigo said, spiking the ball once more and gaining a point.

The ball was tossed back to Chotarou who tossed it up, "Scud serve!"

As they were playing a group of what looked like eight girls and one boy walked into the pool area.

"Aw man, look at all the hot guys." Makoto said, eyeing all the boys playing volleyball and lounging around the pool area.

"It was such a good idea to take this vacation." Minako agreed.

Haruka eyed the four boys making out by the poolside. "At least it seems to be a very open and accepting place." The other girls giggled.

"Hey Ami, how does a race sound?" Michiru asked, as they stripped down to their bikinis.

"Alright, let's go!" Ami agreed. The two jumped into the water and took off.

Haruka laughed as she watched the two of them, also stripping down to her bikini. She lay down on a pool chair and pulled out a racing magazine. Usagi looked around at some of the people staring at their group in surprise.

"'Ruka, I think you shocked them by being a girl." She said, giggling.

"Be quiet, Odango, you thought she was a boy at first too." Rei said, lying down next to Haruka.

"Don't call me that!" Usagi complained.

Makoto ignored them as they began fighting. She and Minako wandered over to the shallow end to watch the volleyball match. After watching it for a moment Makoto turned to Minako.

"Which team do you think is gonna win, Mina-chan?"

Minako eyed them, her eyes calculating something. "Well, they all obviously have never played volleyball before; I'd say they're tennis players." Minako giggled as the game paused to stare at the two watching girls. "I can't say who'll win, but I'm cheering for the team with the hot guy over there." She pointed at Hiyoshi.

Makoto laughed as the boy in question turned bright red. "Ok, I'll cheer for the team with the other hot guy." She pointed at Jackal.

Both girls giggled as the two boys blushed bright red. The other players seemed to realize they had stopped playing and immediately began playing again. From the sidelines, Masaharu and Hiroshi laughed at their team, before nudging the still oblivious Mukahi and Oishitari and telling them what had happened, causing them to laugh too. At least, until Mukahi got distracted and then distracted Oishitari. Masaharu grinned wickedly and pushed Hiroshi back down on the chair and began distracting him as well. The girls, not knowing what had just happened behind them, continued cheering for the team they had chosen, distracting the more straight boys on the team when they began jumping up and down.

"It's awfully crowded in here," Tohru said quietly to her friends as she looked around the pool room. "Maybe we should've taken Kyo-kun's advice and gone to the beach."

"Momiji! No running!" the girl with her called after the short blonde haired boy who ran ahead of them.

"Let him go, Kagura," Shigure said calmly. "He'll be fine. And I'm sure the beach would be just as crowded, if not more so."

"You're probably right," Tohru said as she set her towel down on a chair. She looked around at the other girls, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Kagura also put her things down and headed for the pool, attempting to avoid the racers and the volleyball players. Shigure sat and pretended to write in a notebook, but was secretly drooling over the high school and college girls. Momiji was already splashing around in the shallow end, also trying to stay out of the way of the volleyball players. He still managed to get hit in the head when the ball strayed out of bounds.

For lack of anything better to do, two members of Xemnas's group also decided to check out the pool – the woman who had been reading the works of Marquis de Sade in the lobby, and a rather tall individual with pale pink hair. They drew a few stares from those already in the pool room, especially when they stripped down to their bathing suits. The blonde woman was stunning in her bikini, but what surprised them the most was that the pink haired person was in fact male.

"Marluxia," the woman teased, "it's not fair that you're getting so much attention from everyone."

Marluxia chuckled quietly. "I'm sorry, Larxene. I suppose my dashing good looks must have startled them." He headed for the pool while Larxene sat and pulled out her book again. "Would you mind if I joined you, ladies?" he asked the two girls who had paused in their race.

Michiru and Ami glanced at each other. "Sure!" they said in unison. Michiru was looking forward to having another contender, while Ami was too polite and too awe-struck to turn down a hot looking guy.

Upstairs in the presidential suite, Crawford was making important business phone calls while Schuldig was sedating and restraining Farfarello. "The man doesn't know the meaning of the word 'vacation,'" Schuldig grumbled as he adjusted the straps on Farfarello's straightjacket.

"You expected him to take a day off?" Farfarello asked slowly.

"No, I expected I'd be able to take a day off. Instead I'm stuck playing babysitter. Where did Nagi wander off to?"

"Leave Nagi be," Crawford said on his way by. "You will have time off tomorrow, instead."

Schuldig continued griping as he flopped onto a couch and picked up the TV's remote. "Where are you off to?"

"I am meeting someone in the hotel's restaurant. Do not bother me unless there is blood or fire." With that, Crawford exited the room.

"Blood or fire, huh?" Schuldig murmured. "Like that'll happen, eh?"

Farfarello was already asleep.

Nagi had made his way to the third floor and timidly raised his hand to knock on one particular door. He heard a clamor and a chorus of "Just a minute!" and took a step back. The door opened a moment later, revealing a rather startled looking Ken. "What do you want?"

"Ken-kun!" Omi was trying to push Ken out of the way. "Move! He's with me!"

Yohji reached over Omi and grabbed Ken by the hair. "Come on, let the chibi deal with him."

"Oww, oww," Ken complained as he was dragged back into the room.

Omi stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind him. "Sorry about that," he said. "I tried to be the first one to the door, but… well, you know how it is."

The corners of Nagi's lips quirked up into a small smile. "No, I can't say that I do."

Omi smiled back and pulled Nagi into a hug. "It's so good to see you!"

"It's been a while." Nagi returned the hug somewhat stiffly, as if he were unused to physical affection. "Crawford gave me a little bit of time off today, so they'll leave me alone. Schuldig and Farfarello are still in our room."

"Yeah." Omi made a face. "Yohji-kun and Ken-kun have claimed the room for the next couple of hours. Apparently our neighbors on either side of our room have already started getting busy. It's going to get pretty loud around here."

"Then perhaps we should find someplace quiet?" Nagi suggested.

"Or a place to make our own noise?" Omi said, giving him a nudge and mischievous smirk.

Nagi simply turned red.

Meanwhile, the staff of Sky Hotel's bar and restaurant was keeping busy. Xemnas and several of his coworkers had already claimed a table and a couple of stools at the bar. Crawford slid onto the stool next to Xemnas, while nodding to Aya who was sitting nearby. "Weiss,' he said.

"Schwarz," Aya said, sipping his drink.

Xemnas inclined his head to Crawford. "A friend of yours?"

"Not exactly," the businessman replied before placing his drink order. "But he's no one you need concern yourself with."

"Very well," Xemnas said. "I will trust your judgment."

"Here you go," the barista said, sliding Crawford's drink to him. Crawford gave her a nod and took his drink. He noticed that she was a tall, well-endowed brunette dressed in black, and the customers were keeping her busy. Perhaps they were just really thirsty, but he highly doubted it. Her name tag read, "Tifa."

There was a commotion over at one of the tables as a man with long, dirty-blonde hair and less than glamorous looks fell out of his chair. The rest of the table's occupants merely laughed as he tried to get to his feet. Managing to stand he stumbled over to the bar and collapsed next to Aya. He lay his head down on the counter, looking up at Aya sideways.

"Hey, you're kinda hot for a guy. Like, really hot." He slurred, grinning.

Aya didn't look away from his drink, ignoring the other man.

"My name's Vexen, what's your name?" He asked, not appearing to notice that Aya had yet to acknowledge him. "You wanna go somewhere more private?"

Suddenly Crawford, apparently done with his conversation, sat down on Aya's other side and wrapped an arm around him. "Is he bothering you, dear?"

Aya slid a glance over at Crawford, "No."

Crawford glared around him at Vexen who was still trying to get Aya to come with him to his room. "He's not interested, cretin, go bother someone else."

Vexen blinked and stumbled back to his table where he was greeted by hearty laughter. Aya slid his eyes over to Crawford again.

"Get your arm off me, Crawford." He said blandly before returning to his drink, expecting to be obeyed.

Crawford removed his arm. "You owe me one."

"For getting rid of that idiot? Not really." Aya replied, standing up. "We have a truce for this vacation, correct?"

"Correct. Though I cannot help Farfarello's actions should he get free."

"Hm." Aya muttered before walking away. "And I really don't owe you anything."

While the hotel staff were being kept busy by all of their odd occupants, House and Wilson were having a quiet lunch in a back corner of a restaurant. They had to keep their relationship under wraps at the hospital so no one knew that they were together, except the third member of their relationship who would be showing up later. Now they were enjoying their anonymity in the restaurant, as well as enjoying their meal. Unfortunately, they were soon interrupted by House's cell phone going off. House sighed and looked at it.

"It's Foreman." He said, before opening it. "Is somebody dieing?" Wilson watched amused as House interrogated his underlings about what was going on. "Well where's Chase then?...Oops I forgot to tell him that…He left already?... I didn't get to tell him to stay away from Sky Hotel in Hawaii…That's where he's going?...well, there goes my vacation…Yes, I'm enjoying a nice relaxing vacation in Hawaii with my gay lover." House leered at Wilson as he said this, and Wilson tried not to laugh, "Yes, Wilson is with me too...No he doesn't mind my gay lover…because he is my gay lover…sorry Cameron, that's why I rejected you, I'm actually gay…ye gads, you'd think you've never heard of sarcasm…Well do that, quickly, before the patient dies!...Good…don't call me again unless there's death." House hung up and glanced at Wilson. "They can't even tie their shoes by themselves."

"It's not nice to tease them." Wilson replied, trying, and failing, to look stern. "They might figure us out."

"They don't have two brain cells to rub together about stuff like this."

"They are doctors, you know. Doctors are usually very brilliant when it comes to other people."

"Yeah, but they only believe what they want to believe, they'll never see something that they don't want to see."

"True."

"Talking about me while I'm not here?" A thick Australian accent interrupted their conversation. Both men looked up to see Robert Chase, the missing duckling from the phone call standing at their table.

"Took you long enough." House said, moving over. "Sit, we already ordered for you."

Chase slid in next to House. "You didn't tell me you were leaving. I just barely found the plane ticket in time."

"It was House's idea." Wilson said immediately.

"Yes, I guessed that." Chase replied.

"I told you, we're on vacation, we've had sex, what's wrong with calling me Greg?" House asked, a slight whine.

Chase and Wilson looked at each other and shrugged. "It annoys you."

They were interrupted by a waitress bringing them their food.

"Anyway, what are we doing after we eat?" Chase asked, glancing at his older lovers. "I'm sure you have the whole day planned out for us."

"Not really. I want to do a tour bus though, see the sites in beautiful Maui, without having to walk around to see them." House shrugged. "And then go out for dinner. I assume you stopped by the hotel already and dropped off your bags?"

"Yeah, the bellboys were really weird, they were dancing with some of the housekeeping girls, and the girls found a couple of boys making out in a closet." Chase replied. "The whole hotel is strange. A lot of Japanese guests."