Disclaimers: I own the OC Draxna, but every other OC is not owned by me. All characters from the actual game Kingdom hearts, are not owned by me. (duhhh) This story is based on the musical play AND movie Cabaret.

It seems the chapters get longer and longer each time I write them! Last chapter, was actually expected to be vulgar as hell! But it ended up being more of an explanation of the Cabaret experience and the adrenaline rush of being the center singer... It did get a little too vulgar for the purpose of it, and I'm pretty sure I made it seem like the Cabaret made the center-singers experience something they shouldn't for just singing, but it's Cabaret, so a little sensual confusion is brilliant! Here is chapter four, "Back-Stage".

The Master of Ceremonies coughed, and Xion laughed, "You stole my dusting powder, Marlux-" The Master of Ceremonies covered Xion's mouth, "No no, no saying my name out loud, miss Xion. And yes I did steal it but who's paying you? And by the way," He smirked, "I really do forget how much you love that song. But no more of that weak unable to move act! Got it?" He waved and then left to go talk with the guests for whatever was to happen next.

"I don't know what's harder, Willkommen or Mein Herr!" Uxzu complained, sitting at her vanity and beginning to spray more perfume on. Most likely to hide the smell of sweat. "Willkommen for sure! I swear, if he schedules one more welcoming ceremony and he tries to kiss me, one more time-" Draxna ranted, letting her hair down from its comb.

"And you'll what? Quit and try to get a real job?" Nuxel laughed, re-applying some eye-shadow. "I think Mein Herr is worse. I'm not as flexible as Xion or Kaxri." Kinnixk sighed, rubbing her thighs as if to say, 'My legs hurt from that'. "No no, it's Two Ladies I'd be worried about." Saxuminj muttered, her cheeks pink. But it was not clear if it was her make-up or her actual blushing.

"Well only you and I do that, so it isn't like they would understand." Kaxri laughed. "Hey, international sensation," Draxna turned to Xion. "Yeah?" Xion sighed, stretching her legs. "Just curious, has Marlu-" "Don't say his name." Saxuminj whispered. Draxna glared but continued, "Has he ever actually done what he says he does? I mean did he honestly ask you to be his wife?"

Xion snickered, "Oh god no! I'm not even sure if he likes girls." The Cabaret Girls gasped. The last person to question the 'Emcee's orientation, well, they never returned to the KitKatKlub. "I mean sure he sings about doing things to us Girls, but there's no way it's true with that much make-up on." Xion shrugged.

"Well I guess that's a 'no'. But he is into girls. Ask Saxuminj, I'm sure she has some stories to tell." Kaxri snorted, keeping her laugh as quiet as possible. "Real mature. You're the one who volunteered to be a girl in Two Ladies, so I wouldn't be the one to turn to for stories, Kaxri." Saxuminj retorted, fluffing her hair.

"I hate that he always implies that I'm into girls," Nuxel frowned. "Hey, he touches my hair all the time, it's insane." Kinnixk shivered. "At least he doesn't kiss your cheek every single bienvenue! And his punishment line makes me look like a... well you know." Kaxri shrugged. "Say it in either English or German you stupid French little-" "Enough, Uxzu!" Xion rolled her eyes.

The six Cabaret Girls were all incredibly different, but on stage they made it seem like they were all stripped from the same branch. Or rather, stripped by the same man. "I hate Willkommen as well. The Master of Ceremonies gets way too high on his horse during it." Xion nodded, borrowing Nuxel's perfume. "Please, you act the same way during Mein Herr!" Nuxel muttered, snatching back the glass bottle of Es ist Liebe, perfume.

"Oh and during Money, I'm surprised you both don't just take off your clothes and-" "Dirty minded, much?" Draxna cut Kinnixk off before she could finish.

Bicker bicker, bicker, bicker. All the while, Zexion, the boring novelist was in the audience of the KitKatKlub, and he was if anything, impressed by Xion's odd ability to kick her legs around and do other physical motions while singing so perfectly in tune.

Xion was sitting at a table, dressed in real clothing now, chatting with a guy with dark brown hair and dark hazel eyes. She spotted Zexion and waved to him, gesturing that he should come over to where she was.

Zexion smiled, "You are very good at singing." Xion smiled right back, "Oh darling I know! Here is my oldest friend in Berlin, Sanaex!" Said oldest friend in all of Berlin stood up to shake hands with Zexion.

Zexion smiled lightly, "Zexion Roberts." Xion laughed, "He's been going party to party seducing everyone around!" She stood up and practically forced Zexion to take her seat. Sanaex shook his head, "I am really just an honest business man,-" "I told Sanaex you could give him English lessons so he could impress fat American girls. Oh darling would you give me one of those cigarettes?" Xion looked at Sanaex.

Sanaex almost instantly had a cigarette out and had already placed it in her mouth by the time he had a lighter ready. "Oh Zexion, you must try one of these they're just marvelous! I'm sure they have something crazy in them because they make me feel wildly sensual!" And then Xion was off to go speak with some other person, leaving Zexion and Sanaex at the table alone.

"She is... hot stuff, right?" Sanaex said, offering a cigarette to Zexion, who declined. "Sure." Zexion felt a little awkward answering. Sanaex quickly shook his head, "No, no, please do not mistake me. We do not sleep on each other." Zexion nearly made an exasperated sigh. Why he chose to come to Germany, to teach people English, well... the answer wasn't in his brain anymore.

"That is how you say it? On?" Sanaex tilted his head. Zexion corrected him, "With." Sanaex nodded, "'With', right. Sleep with. We do not sleep with each other." He blew smoke out his mouth. "So Xion told me that you are from, Oxford University, teaching English already?"

Zexion was not good at this. This 'conversation' thing. He taught people English, he did not make idle chit-chat with friends of... his boarding house neighbors. "Actually it's Cambridge University and I am working towards the philosophy branch of things. That's why I came here." There's the answer!

"If you really want lessons, I'll gladly help." Zexion didn't always smile, but when he did it was usually forced. "Brilliant." Sanaex held his hand out to shake again. Zexion shook it once more, and looked around for Xion.

"I hope it isn't too much, I know these are hard times with... Communists... Nazis. I'm trying to earn a lot of money, not spend it. I could get deep into business, or, make a rich marriage." Zexion's attention was grabbed by the words 'rich marriage'. So, this guy was not the emotional kind of person. Just greedy as hell, greedy enough to only marry for money instead of what it should be for. Love.

And theeeere you have it! yes I cut out the mud part for those of you who've seen Cabaret. I'm going to be cutting a lot of parts out. Including the bathroom scene that also was meant to occur in this part of the story-line. But, this is my story! So, continue reading for chapter 5, which will be, "Well Novelist Well Okay". No that is not the name of a song in Cabaret. And for any of you who are not in love with Marluxia's spot as Master of Ceremonies, tough! I love him as he is XD However perverted or wrong that may be! Also. I did the little spat with the Cabaret Girls because even though I wanted this story to focus less on OC's like my other stories, the Girls are a big part of the story-line, and, to me, I really wanted you guys to see their personalities. Because I don't recommend reading my other stories to find out... They're horrible.