hiya peopleZ! here's chapter 4! there's some reference to a friends character in here so i hope she finds it rofl (shes very oblivious)

Disclaimer: I don't own KH or Tory/Victoria/Xiactorvi or Nala or anything to do with Fall Out Boy Neither do I own Crystal Cerberus: A Self Insert, or Tainted but Beautiful. *gasps for air because she said it all in one breath*

all of the fan fictions mentioned are on this site, but i wouldnt recommend the latter to people under the age of 18 o.o . though if you do in fact read it, you may see the small, meek attempts at irony.

okay okay okay, i hope i did okay on this chapter. plz review!

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CHAPTER 4

And, before Rixah was aware of it, she was being crowded by four very different people. The rest, she hastily decided, must've held some shred of sanity.

The most mentally disturbing of the ones around her was the man giggling and breathing down her neck. Though he smelled nice -like roses-, Rixah wasn't about to take kindly to him. He appeared to have layered, pink hair and icy blue eyes, strange, yet seemingly appropriate.

"Hiya, I'm Marluxia, butyoucancallmeMarly! You're Rixah, Rix! Hi, Rix!" Marluxia squealed, then unexpectedly dropped to the floor, unconscious, no doubt.

A red-head with porcupine-hair next to her declared, "Zexion says that some questions shouldn't be asked. I'm Axel, it's a pleasure for you to meet me. The spacey guy next to me with the mullet and weird smile is Demyx, and the blonde over there to your right with the really blue eyes is Roxas. So that's Marly, Dem, and Roxi-"

"Hey!" Roxas interrupted with a offended look. He was definitely shorter than the purple eyed girl, but only a bit younger, she was sure.

"Shush, Roxi, you didn't let me finish. That girl over there with the antennas, that's Larxene, I don't think she really has a nick-name, but Marly called her Larxy-anne earlier. Every time someone tries to think of one for her we all end up torn by a woman's wrath... literally. The short kid with the greyish emo-hair is Zexion, but everybody with a sense of humor just calls him Zex, or Zexy. There's a word for that guy... anti-social, i think it is, what do you think, Roxas?"

"That's the one," The blonde eagerly agreed.

"So," he continued, "anyways. It's A-X-E-L, got it memorized?"

Oh, was this guy ever getting on Rixah's fragile nerves. He really needed to just shut the Hell up or leave the damn room, because he wasn't doing her temper anything positive. "Rixah, R-I-X-A-H, do you got it memorized?" She couldn't resist, seriously, it was the only reasonable response that came to her mind. Also, though Rixah would never admit it, it seemed... well, fun...

"Well, a fiery one, aren't we?"

Roxas, at this point, looked unsure whether he should like Rixah, or just run before things got any worse and Axel went up in a puff of smoke, despite him being the essence of fire.

"I don't think I like this attitude of yours very much, Rix," Axel mock-pondered it, then asked, "What do you think, Roxi?"

The spiky blonde then shook his head vigorously. "That's not my name. It's just Roxas, please don't call me Roxi, it's a girls' name."

They boy then glared at Axel.

"So, Rixah, would you like to meet the sadistic people over there?" Axel gestured to the others across the room to the people she'd unjustly classified as "almost sane" earlier.

"N-"

"Great!" Demyx cheered and shoved a highly reluctant Rixah towards the others roughly. Causing Rixah to lose her balance and stumble into the woman known as Larxene, to which she heard a high growl and the teenage Somebody was practically thrown at an expecting Zexion, who fell onto Vexen, who did what could be described as a type of "stop, drop, and roll" motion. Vexen was a really old, scary looking dude...

"Geez," Rixah mumbled after they'd all regained their composure, she rubbed the back of her neck, "what are you made of, brick?"

The Nobody with periwinkle hair frowned. "No, actually, I am not. If you must know, which obviously you either do or you were merely being sarcastic, most of the human body is made up of water, with cells consisting of 65-90% water by weight. Therefore, most of y-" Axel and Roxas were ignoring him and talking about various fish for pets.

"Okay!" Rixah shouted in order to cease his rambling. "I get it, you're not made of brick!" He was definitely on her "Irk List". Along with just about everyone else in the accursed room.

Zexion nodded then half-"heartedly" huffed an apology because a lot of the time he didn't realize exactly what he was portraying to another person. He was preoccupied with other, more significant issues, than to explain to a mere teenage Somebody the elements in a human body. Of course, it wasn't his fault, it was out of habit that he did so.

"I need a glass of water," Demyx complained out of somewhere, while Larxene picked up the prone Marluxia and stomped out of the room. Rixah counted off the nasty things that woman was; there were a lot, let's just put it at that. None of which her mother would approve of calling somebody else.

Axel turned and smirked as Zexion brushed himself off. "She's a savage one, Larxy-anne is. Oh, and sorry Zexion's so complicated, hehe. Roxi once thought all girls were like her, and we had to do some explaining." He waggled his eyebrows.

"Did not!"

Demyx pulled on Rixah's sleeve, ultimately sealing his fate, and meekly inquired, "Is there... uh...um... a kitchen or something around? I'm getting dehydrated, I think."

"If I don't tell you, will you die? From dehydration, I mean?" Rixah... looked a little too hopeful for Demyx's taste. A sad factor of her existence was that she had a thing for anime-like people. Unfortunately for her, most of the people (if not all of them) resembled the Japanese comic style in some way.

Demyx stared at her with big, blue, chibi eyes. "D-do you want me to die?"

Rixah exhaled irritably, "Out in the hall, five doors down, there's a bathroom with a cup dispenser. Get the water out of the sink, not the freaking toilet."

"T-thanks?" He rushed out with a miffed demeanor.

Rixah stared, hard, after him.

The butler appeared in the door next. "Mistress Rixah, are you accompanying us on the tour as well?" The elderly male in a tuxedo seemed a bit stunned. It wasn't everyday the secluded Rixah Twinite materialized from her room to greet guests; and to talk to them too? She must've been having a mental breakthrough.

"Of course not," Rixah snapped at him, stalking presumably to her bedroom, "who am I? Nala? I have better things to do." Well, so much for that.

"So they are all like Larxene!" Roxas shouted accusingly after the lavender eyed girl had left.

"Roxi, Roxi," Axel tsked lightly, "haven't you been paying attention to Xion at all?"

The butler shook his head as the two troublesome Nobodies argued, a wary feeling about him. "There's more to that girl than pranks and a smart-mouth, I'll forewarn you all." It seemed he realized what he was saying, because he quickly began with the tour, despite the missing people. Demyx found them eventually, but neither Marluxia, nor Larxene ever showed.

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Solitary confinement was what her zesty mother jokingly called her daughter's act of locking herself in her bedroom. Though it wasn't that funny, because that was basically it: solitary, self-confinement.

Fall Out Boy blared from her speakers as Rixah analyzed a fan fiction called Crystal Cerberus: A Self-Insert, which was a Final Fantasy VII story. After that, she proceeded to a more mature fiction named Tainted but Beautiful, she wouldn't recommend this one to a person such as Demyx, no matter how old he is. It may scar him for life.

If Rixah's stereo hadn't been busy deafening her, she would've heard the tourists stop at her door and a certain few -Axel- knock, then pound, then kick, and, finally, give up on their attempt to get her out and about. After all, it was a nice day, was it not? It was, in fact, but Rixah could care less.

Out of the parameter of her bedroom walls, a few Nobodies wandered away from the group, one of them coming to a halt at her door. He knocked, but gathered that the best choice of action would be just to walk in, rude as it may have been; for he, unlike others, needed intelligent conversation once in a while, no matter how long the wait.

It was messy and, apart from the music that was louder than anticipated, not much worse that Zexion's own room. Rixah was perched on her bed with ear buds in her ears (what she needed those for, Zexion would never know, and neither would anyone else, that was one of the many mysteries of an almost-normal Somebody) and turned away from him. He couldn't blame her for it, but it bugged him that the girl wouldn't even register his presence.

The Schemer inhaled and blinked in minor confusion, something he wouldn't have done had he been used to his dulled sense. But as he eyed the perfume bottle on her dresser, he understood. Funny how the different smells didn't give him head-aches as they once did. Despite that, his nose was still better than your average persons.

Full knowing that it was unnecessary and absolutely none of his business, Zexion's cobalt blue eye drifted to her lap top's screen, he soon averted his gaze. He took note of the many series of vampire books that scattered across the floor, debating on whether or not this talk would indeed be intellectual. It wasn't like Zexion to waste time.

When the power button to the stereo was found, Rixah tore out whatever occupied her ears and smacked her computer screen shut, turning, it was enough to say that she'd been expecting her mother to barge in any time just then. Not Zexion. Never Zexion. But it was Zexion, much to her distaste/interest.

She was soft on these people, it was true.

"The statistics that say you will go deaf in a decade or so are not in your favor," Zexion told her dryly.

Rixah kept her comments to herself for what she hoped would be the last time. "Do you need something? Want to know were a mirror is so you can fix your pretty, grey, emo hair?" Okay, so maybe not all of her comments...

Zexion was leaning towards discontinuing that and walking out of the room. He wasn't going to bother pointing out that his hair was not grey, nor emoish. Well, he couldn't actually say that, but it was not his fault that he was most comfortable with it like that. He didn't really "fix" it either. It was naturally how it was.

"I need another persons opinion actually, and I have received the impression that you possess substantial amount of I.Q. points. Usually I would not need anothers' opinion, and, If I did, I would go to Vexen, but alas, he is immersed in something else that is in his theory, more important than I at the moment. He will not speak to me until he is finished, I find this aggravating and am beginning to feel something near impatience."

"W-what?" Rhetorical. The way the Cloaked Schemer spoke unsettled her and intrigued her simultaneously. It was abnormal.

His cold eye hinted that he was irritatedly amused. If that were even possible. Maybe it was the lighting?

"Look," she reasoned well... reasonably, "if you're going to stand there and look at me like I'm an idiot, would you kindly leave?"

Zexion ignored her and began, "If you were assigned a mandatory vacation, needing one in no way, right after an event of questionable significance had taken place but a few hours before, would you find this suspicious?"

"Your situation, right?" Zexion nodded a conformation. "Your boss gave you the vacation?"

"Forced it upon us, rather, but yes." Zexion crossed his arms.

"Is he serious about work."

"Annoyingly so."

"Example?"

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Rixah concentrated hard, unconsciously staring at Zexion's shoes that she undeniably wanted badly but never found the time to purchase. They were men's shoes, but they looked awesome.

"Yeah. I would be."

"I suspected as much. There is more to this "vacation" than implied to us, I believe," the emo-haired boy murmured more to himself. "By the way, interesting choice in reading." He gestured towards the laptop behind her and walked out.

Rixah's cheeks burned in embarrassment. How long had he been in her room, anyways?

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"How long, will you estimate?" Sai'x asked as they watched the different scenes that played around them of seven of the fourteen members.

Xemnas sat, business-like, on his office-chair. "It depends on the member. We do not appear to be making any substantial progress with this. It seems we will have to clue Number VIII in, after all."

"Who is the most likely candidate?"

"The reports state that the Nobody with the least involuntary memories that has retained his or her form is the one who will have the largest shard."

Sai'x scanned the list on a nearby board. "So, VI then?

"Indeed. Marluxia may have been the more logical choice but as you already know he is... acting on his own of the late. Number VI is onto our ploy. We need to improvise. Bring me VIII."

Sai'x sneered and said, "This should be amusing."

"Indeed, Sai'x, indeed."

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Nighttime. The time in which Rixah proceeded with her rounds. Today was different. Today she was unstable. Her chest hurt from all of the crying. It wasn't her fault that she cried randomly, Rixah blamed teenage hormones.

She opened her window near her bed and climbed through. Usually she would've taken more precautions. Tonight was not usually. She climbed onto the roof of the porch and climbed down the conveniently located drain pipe to her right.

It was eerily quiet, or it would've been had it not been for the clanking sound that was produced every time her foot hit a latch that kept the pipe against the mansion's outer wall.

Rixah figured she wouldn't need a flashlight because the moon was full and out. She thought that because it hadn't rained in a while that she didn't need to be careful when going down.

Climatically, she slipped and nearly fell ten feet.

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