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Warnings: Errr... None really.

"You want me to do what? " Roxas asked incredulously, his jaw half way to the ground.

"To pass the test, you must first run three laps in your boxers. No stopping." Xemnas, the leader of Organization XIII, said this with a straight face, to Roxas' immense horror. Within minutes of walking in the dim lighted room, to be confronted with the sight of a tall lean man in an ill-fitting bathrobe, Roxas knew his day had gone from bad to worse. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he had told himself that he'd listen to what the man had to say, and judge whether or not his choice (or lack there of) to join the crazy group was a wise one.

Now, as he stripped down to nothing but his candy cane striped boxers, he regretted everything. Especially his taste in clothes, as the cat-calls and snide remarks echoed in his ears, coming from the small crowd in the stands. He still couldn't believe that behind the door in the back of Xemnas' room had led to a track, just like the kind you saw at high schools.

"Three laps, Roxas. No stopping!" Called ponytail man, who's name Roxas now knew was Xigbar. Roxas cursed under his breath, and began his trek around the track.

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Six minutes later, Roxas stopped at the edge of the track, out of breath, and with a fine film of sweat coating his body. A hand clapped him on the back, and stuck a towel over his shoulder. He looked up, to see the red head from before. One hand messed with his spiked hair, the other hang limply at his side.

"Get up kid, you still have two more challenges to go." Roxas groaned, getting his sorry butt of the ground. Grumbling as he walked, he followed the other man back through the door into... Xemnas' room? It didn't look like the same room as before, not at all. This new room was darkly lit, and an entire wall was taken up with an impressive stereo system.

"Wow, nice." Roxas whistled his appreciation, taking a good look around the room. It was also decorated in deep shades, but instead of a bed, it held many low sofas. And a pole, that stood right smack in the middle of a slightly raised platform. Roxas gulped. Whatever his next challenge was, it didn't look too promising. As if echoing his thoughts, Xemnas spoke up from the back of the room.

"For your next challenge, you will preform a bit of entertainment. You may pick your selection of music for the task at hand." Xemnas' smile was that of a gleeful kid at a candy store.

Entertainment? Music? WHAT?!? Roxas didn't understand a word of what he was supposed to do, until he focused. The pole. He was supposed to dance. Muttering darkly at the gleeful Xemnas, he made his way to the stage. He thought back to his days with Sora, and with one last heart-wrenching sigh, he grabbed the pole and began to dance.

"Oh yeah! Work it! Ohoho!" The deep chuckles and cat calls were worse this time. Roxas could hardly contain his shudders as he dared glance at the group. Predatory and excited stares combined, sending chills down his spine. His pole dancing skills weren't excellent, but he did know how to please a crowd. After another minute or so, he unwound himself from the now-slick pole, and went to sit. Vigorous clapping broke out, and the chuckling subsided as he came to stand before Xemnas once again.

"The third challenge?" He asked, hardly wanting to know. He barely realized he was holding his breath until he started to feel lightheaded.

"For the third challenge... You will face Demyx," He paused, gesturing to a relaxed looking blond with a spiky mullet, "...in a corn dog eating contest." The contest seemed simple enough, Roxas decided, but the grim laugh that had followed Xemnas' statement had him on edge. How good could this Demyx guy be? Roxas wasn't a pig, but his stomach sometimes resembled the likes of a bottomless pit. He could do it. He could beat Demyx at his third and final challenge.

A/N- GAHHHHHHHH. *BANGS HEAD ON WALL OVER AND OVER AGAIN* I want to kill this chapter. Kill it and throw it in the bottom of the lake. Writing this last night before I went to bed, it seemed okay. Now as I reread it, I just want to puke on it. But it'll have to do. If you find any errors (because I'm sure that there are over a hundred), I will try to fix them soon.

Listening to: Keeps Getting Better by Christina Aguilera