Pairings: RiSo (Riku is seme), Zemyx/Dexion (...they take turns at being seme -shot-)
Side Pairings: AkuRoku (Axel is seme), MarLarx (you decide BD -shot-)
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A/N: I finally finished this at last :D Now the nagging voice in my head can shut up and be quiet Yipee. I hope to update again on my account later in the summer, but I'm at my aunt's house so I have lame crap dial-up that I just hate. And wireless isn't any better at times -wants to go home- TwT;; Dammit all.

Note to Readers: In case you didn't realize it during the instructional manual chapters we are still on the first day when Sora comes to hotel. During the instructional manual chapters the date will not change. When we get off the instructional manual chapters I promise you'll know. Really I promise.


Good day to you again. We're almost done with our video training courses, and soon you'll be on your own in our hotel. Your choices will affect your job status and who knows? Maybe you'll go from a lowly paying job and get up to the higher management? The possibilities are somewhat endless. After all you can't take most jobs, such as Mr. Kalawao's or Mr. Keichi's.

Yet again I'm Heartless, and I'm rambling on again. So let's get to Part III of the 'Instructional Manual to working at Destiny Bay; Resort and Hotel'. Today's video we'll look into working in room service and how to cater to our live entertainers before the entertainment day. These are both somewhat demanding jobs, but not as demanding as our usual ones.

Room Service is a good job for you to have if you like to work mostly in private. They are located on floor number thirteen, a suggestion made by Mr. Xemnas Kalawao, on the count of it being his favorite number. Also on floor thirteen is where my security center resides, as well as both Mr. Xemnas Kalawao and Mr. Ansem Keichi residential offices. We'll dive more into this floor a bit later as our entertainment guests get free VIP suite rooms on our employee floor.

Room Service is well…service given especially for your room. In every hotel room there is a small menu, giving prices and orders that you can place when calling the room service number. Said number is located on the menu as well. Room Service is used either for ordering movies that are playing on our paid channeling, ordering cable, which gives you at least forty extra channels for your room television or for ordering menu food brought to your room and made special to your accommodations.

The job is a joint effort of deliverers, who obviously deliverer the room service order (why would they still be working if they didn't?!) and the chiefs who cook up the food to perfection. And perfect it needs to be. After all I'm sure you would want something to be done flawlessly if you were paying fifty dollars for it! Anything purchased through room service will be charged to your final bill.


Sora was now officially bored. Rule number one on a vacation—you are not supposed to be bored on said vacation. Otherwise it would be called school. He unpacked quickly and was dying slowly as he laid on the bed that was closet to the oversized window. His hand was rumbling inside his black pant pockets, checking to see how much money he had on him. The trip itself took a hundred-fifty dollars from his bank account every night he was here. Along with that five dollar tip he gave to his valet.

Taking out small green bills he counted up the numbered values printed on them and made a small sigh. After all that he had about three hundred dollars on him in fun time money. Not bad at all, especially for a week stay. But he would have to make it last. He forgot to take his credit card with him, and only realized it when he got on his flight, so he would have to make sure every penny lasted.

His eyes scanned around the room, yet again landing on the picture of a star shaped fruit. It looked familiar but he couldn't place his finger on it. Scanning once more he got to the television, turned on to a news channel at a low volume. He couldn't focus enough to know what though. Finally his eyes went back to the small little draw that sat between the two beds. On it was a black alarm clock with an everlasting flash of digital time and some kind of menu.

Curiously he picked up the menu and looked inside it. After light inspection he easily concluded that it was the room service menu. The pictures of food shown on display almost made him drool. Of course he knew they wouldn't look or be presented in that exact way. Though he didn't care; as long as it tasted as delectable as they described it.

That's when he saw the price of the food. Forty dollars for the meal, an extra five if he wanted to add a side dish of either Caesar Salad or sweet potatoes. A small frown appeared on his lips. He started to mule the idea over in his head, thinking about the taste. Memories of going on small vacations to hotels like this one with his mother and cousin popped up. His mother would never order room service, saying it was a waste of money. Ironically the only continuing waste of money is the cigarettes she buys.

Deciding that he should spoil himself a little, seeing as it is the last week of summer, and decided to order the food. Snatching the white hotel given phone next to where the menu was once neatly placed the brunette started to quickly punch in the numbers that stood up on the blank square space of the phone's holder.

After a few monotone beeps streamed into his ears a voice could be heard through the phone, the voice sounding very hoarse and masculine.

'This is the room service line provided for the Destiny Bay; Hotel and Resort. How may I help you?'

"Um, yes," Sora started off nervously. He never did this after all and he didn't want to look—sound stupid. "I would like to order some food off the room service menu."

'Okay then. We have traced your line to room 1216 on floor twelve.' Wow they knew what they were doing alright. 'Now what would you like to order?'

"Can I have the," Sora paused, looking at the menu, skinny fingers tracing the menu's smooth laminated writing, "pork chops with a side dish of Caesar Salad?"

There was a small pause through the receiver until the rag voice of the male returned. 'Okay sir.' Sir? He had never been addressed like that before. The idea of being thought of with such a high title made him slightly giddy. 'With the Caesar Salad side dish that comes up to forty-five dollars as your payment. Would you like me to charge the cost to your hotel bill or would you rather pay the room service deliverer upfront?'

"Can I pay upfront?" Sora quickly responded, not feeling the want to have to charge his credit card up more.

'Okay then. Thank you for ordering room service during your stay at the Destiny Bay; Hotel and Resort. Your deliverer should come with your cooked food within the hour.'


Unlike stingy operator lines our room service line will always be answered by the same computerized voice. The voice is actually the voice of another computerized companion, created by Mr. Xemnas Kalawao along with me. This room service computerized default voice is called Nobody. No, no, it's not a nobody. That's its name— Nobody. While Nobody sounds friendly on the phone line that's because it's forced to be that way. In any other phone situation, such a prank call to the police through our phones and Nobody will react quite rudely.

When making the room service dish or being the room service deliverer try your absolute best not to be late with the order. By try your absolute best we mean you better do it or you'll get a loud lecture from Mr. Xemnas Kalawao. Not trying to make you upset, by the way, but it's the honest truth.


As the other side of the phone hung up the computer for the room service office typed out, on its own, another room service order. A young woman, probably not older than her mid-twenties, sighed quietly and turned to another phone, looking down at the next order. Scanning her eyes she read the printed out paper from the computer, programmed to print out every order sheet. This order sheet included the order, room number, current occupants of the room, what floor the room was on and a randomly assigned room service caterer out of a computerized staff list of room service deliverer employees.

So let's see who we have this time. Order: Pork Chops and a side of Caesar Salad. A pretty common order for room service. Room Number: 1216. List of Occupants: Sora Okochi. Floor Twelve. Lucky for the deliverer, he'll probably get a nicer tip for being faster. Speaking of deliverer who's going to be giving this 'Sora' his meal? Scanning a finger nail down the twelve size font Times New Roman she finally read off the name in the corridors of her mind. A frown laced on her lips at the deliverer though.

Riku Wasuri. Once of the few arrogant and stubborn deliverers, which was just perfect.

This hotel's system of paying their caterers was incredibly flawed. As long as you show up to work everyday you get paid. That was the rule. If you didn't show up then your pay would be reduced and you might get fired. What was the flaw in all this?

Well since Xemnas—she only addressed him by his last name in front of him and other higher up staff—decided that a computer could do a better job at handling room service calls, since computers are obviously superior in everything—insert sarcasm right there—he decided to let it assign the deliverers for each service. Yet if by some stroke of luck you didn't even get picked for that whole month you went to work then you would still get paid.

In shorter words: coming in was the only real requirement. Doing your job was just a random thing.

She hated people that were lazy enough to not do anything and still get rewarded for it. Maybe that's why she's stuck in one of the smaller rooms on room thirteen, picking up room service orders that the computer—named Nobody for the oddest reason—printed out and then calling on the assigned deliverer.

"Miss Paine," her body became petrified at the sound of an emotionless monotone computer voice called out her name in the small room. Damn Nobody, "I suggest you stop slacking off and continue your job."

Paine made a sharp sigh and picked up one of the black phones in front of her, looking back at the room service order. This was not going to be a pleasant call.

Ring one…Ring two…Ring thr—

'Why did you have to ruin my three week streak of not being called in?'

There is was. That rude, cocky voice tone that made her expression turn foul at the first word. She didn't understand what happened to Xemnas that made him hire this kid. He was only eighteen, and yet he was working almost five days a week in room service. Didn't the kid dream of going to college like most people his age or something? Wasting your life for a low paying job in a hotel wasn't exactly a worthwhile dream.

"Don't be so arrogant, Riku," she hissed his name in utter disdain. Oh how she hated him with a passion, "I'll call you back when the order is done so you can pick it up. You'll be delivering it to room 1216 on the twelfth floor."

'Got ya, princess priss.'

"That's Paine to you, jerk," she snarled back quietly into the receiver, making sure her voice was low enough so Nobody wouldn't pick up on it. Working in a small office four times a week for the last two years doesn't mean you don't learn anything. "Oh, and Riku?" She questioned the receiver, wondering if Riku hung up on her in anger like the little girl he was.

'Yes, my highness?'

"Don't do anything reckless like last time," she sighed into the receiver, hanging it up before he could—would retort in anger.

As for what happened last time…well let's just say he was closer to getting fired than he ever was before.


When the order is received the computer system, yet again I mention its name is Nobody, will email the food order to one of the room service chiefs. They will get to work right away on the order, so the caterer must be ready at floor 13 to pickup the meal once it's prepared. Yes—we cook our room service meals in a deluxe kitchen on the 13th floor. Not all hotels do this, but to increase proficiency our head chief—Miss Aerith Gainsborough—thought of this method. Kudos to her.

Now when delivering remember these rules; in order to get through the job quickly and without hassles.

1. Always keep a smile on when delivering. People like smiles, apparently!
2. Never say anything bad about who you're serving!
3. Never say anything good about who you're serving! (people can easily take things the wrong way)
4. Be polite, but don't ramble out you're life story.
5. Be polite and don't ramble out our hotel's secrets and story!! Seriously, this happened before.
6. Try and be quick in your job. With so many room service orders everyday we need as much room service caters on hand.

Following these guidelines we can insure our hotel safety and secure you with a nice tip!


Sora was becoming impatient. He never told anyone but underneath his shell was a greedy little boy. The brunette was addicted to instant gratification. If he didn't get it right away he became anxious, whiny and overall childish as his mother would say when she scowled at him for his bad habit. Sora couldn't help it though. If he could withstand the need to obtain something right away he would do it while attempting a handstand.

Maybe not the best idea since he wasn't entirely inflexible but not good enough to even attempt a handstand without getting hurt.

He continued to stare at his basic cable hotel television, trying his best to believe he wasn't bored. The utter truth was that he was bored, though. Is that why he ordered room service when he wasn't hungry? What a waste of forty-five dollars! At that token moment hope rang into his ear. It wasn't a bell; it was a knock on his door.

"Room Service here!" Ah hope sounded quite sweet to the spiky haired brunette. He cried out a simplistic 'coming' back to the ghost behind the door, quickly pushing off the bed in haste. What was he even running to, he didn't know? That was okay, though. As long as that ghost had his boredom food with him on a shiny golden cart.

Arriving at the door Sora fumbled with the golden knob until he turned it open. Once then he saw his deliverer, someone who was probably somewhere near the same age as himself, looking down on him with sea-green eyes. His caterer was about an inch taller than him and had long sleek silver hair that went straight down to his shoulders and slightly curled around the ending. He was suited up in a blue vest and white collared shirt underneath; the color appearing a lot like Lexaeus's vest, only the color was slightly darker in shade. Pale hands were grasping a golden handle transporter (just like Sora envisioned) with a plate in the middle, hidden under a dish coverer.

"My name is Riku, may I come in?" The silver haired caterer—Riku—asked him politely, even giving the brunette his name. Sora made a small blush when he caught himself staring, but turned away from the other's sight and made a small nod before venturing back to the occupied bed of the room. Why was he staring though? He was always bisexual, but he was more into girls as he recalled. Never had he blushed by the alluring presence of a guy before. Now he was calling this 'Riku' alluring!?

Riku slowly followed Sora's invisible trail, pushing the cart into the room. As always it looked like every other room. Yet there seemed something…ominously different about it. Blinking his eyes the caterer shoved all those dwelling thoughts from his mind and halted the cart near the small little circular table close by the plastic window. He grasped his pale fingers around the tray that held the ordered dish yet from his periphery he noticed the brunette he was catering to staring at him.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" Riku asked slyly. It was astonishing but he only noticed how young the boy looked. He must have been only a year or two younger than he was judging by his height and appearance. What was he doing alone in a hotel though?

Sora's face tinted a little at his swift voice again. He hated his hormones, really he did. "N-no, nothing's wrong is all," Sora quickly sputtered out, lightly chuckling afterwards. When he noticed the caterer smile he made a little gulp and sighed. "I hope this isn't a rude question or anything…but why are you working in the hotel?"

When Riku's eyes slightly widened and the brunette noticed him starting to tremble a little he remorsefully regretted asking. "It's just that you seem really younger than most employees that I already encountered—so I was just—"

"It's alright," Riku quietly said, more or less to himself. It was strange but Sora suddenly felt like holding the strange ghost he never met until now and just tumbling apologizes one after another. "You were just…curious."

Sora paused, looking at Riku like he was being crucified right on the spot and then solemnly nodded at him. Riku just flashed Sora a small sad smile before he started to wheel the golden cart and himself out of the room, leaving Sora without another word.

Damn, Sora thought to the air as his bedroom door shut quietly without him even realizing. Now I feel like the worst person ever.


Now before we close off this part of our third training video let's looking into our live entertainment a little. As hotel workers you have the benefit to receive passes to our entertainer's performances. These entertainers usually range from one week guests such as touring bands or touring comedians to contracted performers that are required to perform at least every few days from five months to two years.

When we invite touring performers to avoid any kind of hassle they usually end up staying on floor 13 in the spare rooms that we prepare for them. These rooms are suite rooms, as we want to ensure our entertainers are happy and comfortable with where they are. Note you are not allowed to interact with the performers, not that you'll have the chance. While they are practicing in the giant auditorium inside the hotel only authorized personal is allowed. Unless you're part of the security team you won't be able to get pass the double doors.

Note that we take this rule very seriously. After all any normal person should know there's a fine line between being a fan and being an obsessed fan/stalker. Breaking this rule can result in suspension without pay or even discharge from your job in the hotel management. Not to mention you might get slapped with a restraining order, but that's your dilemma.


"Okay, Fluorescent Butterflies—pretty girly name, huh?—you guys will be staying in the hotel for the week until the performance," a red head wearing a casual black jacket with a white collared shirt underneath, red hair spiked up on top and the rest neatly tied into a ponytail. "Now you all just sit back and relax in the jeep while I get your room keys." With that the Turk member left the jeep filled with their hotel's entertainers.

"Hey! I don't think it's girly at all!" Cried a feminine voice exaggeratingly, her black hair following her as she hid behind a hat and sunglasses to conceal her identity. She was inside a giant black jeep, along with four other people inside, which was parked in one of the reserved underground parking lots of Destiny Bay Hotel. Their band was going to perform within a week from now and their safety was in the hands of The Turks, which she had now assumed to be Destiny Bay's top security team. They definitely didn't look the part of normal security, so undercover agents perhaps? How exciting!

"That's because you named the band, Rinoa," a stern yet softer male voice told the vocalist and only female member of their band. "No idea why you went with butterflies though."

"I like butterflies!" Rinoa wailed, lightly pounding her fists on the bassist that just criticized her brilliant band name. "If you don't like it then quit, Squall you Meany!"

"Now, now you two kids calm down," another calm voice spoke out with a sigh. "Honestly, I wonder sometimes."

"I am not a kid!" Rinoa wailed again, now clutching onto Squall's arm tightly, hoping to cut off his circulation. It wasn't very successful.

"Rinoa, first of all: never call me Squall. It's Leon. Second of all, let go of my arm. And third of all, Zack, I'm three years older than you are, so you shut it," Leon angrily told the drummer of the band, ignoring Rinoa's 'mocking' by sticking out her tongue in disgust at Squall.

Zack made a small sigh at the two and their banter. Rinoa and Leon would always do this, just to get rid of their boredom through a pointless argument. His head crooked to the side, taking note of the guitarist in dismay. As always he was reading some book. It made the black haired drummer wonder why the fellow band member didn't become a librarian. "Do you have anything to add to this, Zexion?"

Zexion, peeking at drummer with his visible eye—the other hid behind his slate blue hair—put in the paper bookmark he made by ripping the concert schedule into the middle seep between page 153 and 154, and closed his brown book with a shrug. "Don't kill each other, even though Squall called you a pompous cow, Rinoa."

"…You called me a WHAT?" Rinoa cried at Squall again, becoming more angered when Squall ignored her existence completely, and scorned Zexion for calling him Squall. "I'm talking to you Squall—"

"Will you all stop calling me Squall for one minute!" It sounded much more like a demand than an irritated question.

With his outburst, which was rare for Squa—Leon, the whole band silence awkwardly. Even Rinoa who usually went against Squall's word the most, tending to annoy him like the little sister he was glad he never had. The sound of a thin page turning, coming from the material of literature that had been occupying Zexion's time lately, broke the silence.

After this a small chuckle came from Zack, followed by a sigh. "Okay let's make a deal. No one call 'Leon' Squall until we leave the hotel and 'Leon' will owe us some fancy free sushi. Deal?"

At the sound of sushi Rinoa piped up with daily glee. "Sushi, I'm in!" Her head crooked and her body moved along with it as she perked over her seat to view Zexion who was currently curled up in the seat behind her, reading his book with utter concentration. "If you agree with the deal just nod, Zexion!" Her desired nod of approval came from him within a second after her statement was made.

Leon looked to Rinoa, who was now smiling at him, then he let his eyes wander to Zack who was deviously smirking and he assumed Zexion looked highly apathetic while he was drowned in the fantasy of psychology in his own book. "Fine, I agree. But if one of you breaks the deal then no sushi for anyone, got it!"

Before Rinoa had a chance to cry in joy at his agreement to their little deal a knock came from the tinted window. Rinoa looked through it, noticing it was The Turk member returning yet again. Yet another smile perked on her lips as she rolled down the window with a press of a black button.

Once the window opened half-way a lightly peach hand went through the window, holding a tiny yellow envelope package. "These are your room cards, my guests. Your rooms are all next to each other so you can easily contact one another if needed. You can roam around the hotel a little, but remember to wear your disguises and don't attract unneeded attention to yourself." At Reno's statement Rinoa made an encouraging nod, Leon shrugged, Zack gave one bright thumbs up and Zexion made a muffled sound to signal he was still alive in the Jeep. "Okay then just get out when you're ready and remember not to attract attention when you go to the elevator. Also try not to go on with anyone else besides other band members.

Yet again the four members gave their own signs of sanction and as Reno departed from the scene, Rinoa looked dreamily at the closed yellow envelope. "So who should get what room, huh?!"

"All the rooms are suite rooms, Rinoa, it doesn't matter," Leon said unenthusiastically, looking out the tinted window without much care.

"It does matter, Leon! What room has the best view of the outside area of the hotel? Which bathroom is cleaner? Do our televisions have more than basic cable equipped?!! We must inspect!" Rinoa wailed, shoving the envelope in Leon's face with each rhetorical question.

"It's a hotel room, Rinoa, we don't live here so don't worry too much about it," a monotone voice came out from the usually stoic Zexion. Whenever the guitarist spoke it was usually words of wisdom that came from him, and this was no different.

"B-but Zexy!" Rinoa wailed childishly, being irked inside by the fact that he ignored her when she called him by the nickname he usually lashed out about whenever anyone called him it.

"He has a point Rinoa…for once," Zack joked deviously, receiving a glowering glare from Zexion. "We'll be mostly practicing in the auditorium anyway, so we'll only be around our room in the evening."

Rinoa stared at Zack somewhat dimwittedly but sighed in defeat. "Men have no class these days, do they?" She turned crooked her head back into place, not even bothering to check Zack's expression through her periphery, and looked back down at the envelope.

Their band rarely performed in a hotel like this and for once she just wanted to take a break from singing and touring for even as little as a week. Yet it always seems like work, work and more work, is thrown at her constantly. While she did mind it all Rinoa kept at it. She would hate to be a disgrace to her mother's name. It would be the ultimate letdown.

"Rinoa…Rinoa!" A voice said shaking her slowly, breaking her from spacing out into nothing. It was Leon, his gloved hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "Let's get going inside now." The black haired girl nodded and the brunette male, stepping out of her side door of the Jeep. Time to get the…almost party started!


That concludes part III of the 'Instructional Manual to working at Destiny Bay; Resort and Hotel'. We truly hoped you enjoyed this part of video, and wouldn't you? It had celebrities in it! Everyone likes celebrities because they're better than us and we know it.

Only two more parts left everyone until we leave you to fend on your own. Sad yes, we'll know you'll miss me. I mean us—Nobody and I after all. But mostly me, I'm sure of it!

Stay tune next time when we go into being part of the security team, learn more about The Turks, and learn even more about myself! Guest appearances include Mr. Xemnas Kalawao and Mr. Ansem Keichi himself! Just hope you'll only need to see them this close to you in the video, alright kids?

I'm Heartless and I'll be seeing all of you lucky employees later. Bye Byes!


Oh dear gosh I'm finally finished with this chapter. I had the worst writing block, really. Summer should not be so busy, really. It's not fair at all ;o; But ah well, that's life…and life sucks a lot at times :D

But hey…I made Zexion, Leon, Zack and Rinoa part of a BAND. So I win…right?! -lame-

Meh, Sora and Riku's meeting wasn't all that great as I hoped it to be DX They'll meet again when the training video ends but until then no more meetings. And Riku is hiding stuff—who knew! I'm the most original person in the world!!! And I wish I can be more sarcastic but its 2:34AM in my time zone right now, so ya I'm tired. But I hope I made up for it with the jeep scene, which I actually had lots of fun writing :D Yes, Zexion will speak more later in the chapters, I swear.

So read, review, favorite, do all that stuff with the easy click of one button, for free! And they say I'm cheap ;D

Yours truly,
Smyde