A/N: I give up. The rating will go up to T, because there is just so much swearing! So, this was out waaaay later than I originally intended. Why? I could come up with a whole lot of crap about being swamped with school and having writer's block and being sick, except that is plain bullshit. Truth of the matter is, I'm a lazy ass fuck. Get it memorised. Oh, and du-du-du-du means drum roll, just saying.

۞ Several weeks since the last chapter later ۞

Axel was not in the mood to be waking up at three in the morning. Particularly not when he was dreaming of sexy women in bikinis. And definitely not to some creeper staring at him. He heard a sound like a motorcycle revving. This morning was not going well for him. He cracked his eyes open a little, to find two green-blue eyes about an inch away from his nose. FUCKING HELL!" he shouted, pushing the face away from him. "GOD DAMMIT, DEMYX! DON'T DO THAT!" Demyx started laughing, even though he was in pain (having been pushed back-first into the floor), still with the motorcycle alarm going.

"Sorry Axel, but I'm just excited! Do you know why?"

"Um... do I want to?" He asked,

"Well, it was your idea." How much would I have to drink to condone being woken at this ungodly hour? Shit, how much would I have to drink to not even remember drinking at all? But then he remembered what they were doing that day.

"Oh, yeah, the CaramellDansen!" he said unenthusiastically, getting up out of bed, "Totally up for it, but Demyx? NOT AT THREE FUCKING AM IN THE MORNING!" He summoned flaming Chakrams, so Demyx yelped and ran out of the room.

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We now find Demyx in the Quarter of Echoing Souls, otherwise known as the intercom room. Oh yeah, he's going there. He stood at the big, fancy control panel, grinning, and flicked on the microphone and pushed a button on the computer. Immediately, over the loud speaker, played a painful concoction of dial-up internet tone, Xion's freaky scream (though Demyx didn't know that it was Xion's scream, he just thought it was an annoying sound), an elk's call, a fire truck siren, Hollow Ichigo's laugh, TV static, the Dalek's catchphrase and a pig's squeal. Considering that this is still about 3:30 in the morning, well, let's just say, the people of Neverland heard the oddest sound of people screaming. Demyx flipped the irritating sounds off and said into the microphone, "Good morning everyone! This is your friendly neighbourhood water-wielder, better known as Demyx, coming to you live from the Quarter of Echoing Souls! And might I say you're all looking fit as a fiddle! Anyway, this morning I woke up with the most wonderful thought. Guess what we're doing today? That's right, today is the day that we film, du-du-du-du, The CaramellDansen! Yes, C-D Day is here! Cue angelic chorus! And I expect you all in the Chamber of Why by 10 o'clock, so don't forget! Ok, Demyx out!" Demyx turned the intercom off and chuckled, and then Dark Corridor'd off to the Chamber of Why.

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Let's skip the many universal exclamations of 'FUCK YOU DEMYX!' and the many attempts at Demyx's life and warp our way to the Chamber of Why. After consuming three times the recommended monthly amount of caffeine in seven hours and beating most of the murderous urges out of their systems, the Organisation turned up. They walked in on the oddest of sights. Demyx had decked out the usually bland colour scheme with bright pastel blue, pink, purple, yellow and green screens, with stars and sparkles. In front of the screens were big fancy video cameras on tripods, all connected to his laptop, which was on a folding table behind the cameras. The Organisation was stunned, they hadn't expected Demyx to even go through with the plan, much less put this amount of work into it. "Demyx, this is impressive," said Xigbar, "What is all this?"

"Oh, these are Chibi Screens!" said Demyx brightly, "See, you stand in front of them, and I do something fancy with the computer, and it converts whatever is standing before it into Chibi form. It's a bit of a smokescreen, since I know how many of you don't want to do this. At least this way, most viewers won't know it's the real you!" Come on, you have to commend the guy on his pure brilliance in that moment.

"Good idea, kid," Xigbar said, nodding. He pointed at what looked like a huge battery with a spout, standing at Demyx's feet, "May I ask what that is?"

"Oh, it's a Bishie-Sparkle Machine. I thought it'd add a bit of-" He was interrupted by a slap in the face. Saïx then grabbed the front of Demyx's coat and brought it forward roughly so they were nose to nose.

"We. Are. Not. SPARKLING." He growled.

"Ok, ok! No sparkles!" Demyx yelped. Apparently satisfied, Saïx pushed him away and stalked off, probably to complain to Xemnas (having done short on nothing else for the last few weeks). Demyx straightened himself up and grinned to prove that he was okay (not that anyone doubted he wasn't. Demyx was, like, unable to die). "Ok, no sparkles," and then he added in and undertone, "because it's Saïx's 'time of the month'."

"Probably is, but don't let him here you say that," said Axel, who had appeared behind Demyx. "Did ya' want to get to get this started any time soon? I'll get them lined up if you set the music up." Demyx nodded and turned to the computer. Axel then turned to the crowd of Nobodies and shouted, "Right you little shits...and Superior...and Roxas...and anyone else I'm supposed to show the slightest hint of tolerance or general non-hatred for. Time to get your asses into gear. Line up! Order doesn't matter just get in there!" So the Organisation lined up in groups of three before the Chibi-screens. Demyx set the music on a timer, then ran to stand between Xigbar and Luxord. Axel followed suit, standing between Marluxia and Larxene (it's like a glimpse into the future, isn't it?).

And...they danced. Hands opening and closing beside the head, hips shaking, knees forward and back in a running motion. Vexen, who was sporting his forced paedophilic/evil/Russian grin, and was the only member of the original 7 (par Xigbar, who had actually grown to nearly like the CaramellDansen... or at least detest it a little less) who wasn't frowning. The other members were actually having a lot of fun, and, again, Roxas was doing fucking nothing! "Honestly, will he ever learn?" Axel sighed, stepping round the back of the group to join Roxas and bribe him into moving. (The traitor bastard ended up dancing with Naminé too! Without a bribe or anything!). And all too soon (or not soon enough, depending on your personal preference), the song was over.

"That's it guys!" Demyx said breathlessly, "That's it! No more CaramellDansen!" They were all much too relieved for those who were supposedly lacking hearts.

And as it turned out, Demyx has wonderful editing skills. He cut the sound and replaced it with digitally enhanced, state-of-the-art, perfectly times, hi-def music, gave every mini group a suitable amount of screen time, and Chibi-fied them so adorably that about 1 in every 5 fangirls die of fan-iac arrest before the video is over. And Axel was even able to blackmail some Dusks into doing it to, so they were the introduction for the video. Then Axel used his personal YouTube account (.88) to upload the video, pretending to be a fan (I think the better term used would be obsessive fangirl, what with the overuse of the terms kawaii, cute, adorable, fangasmic, and nose-bleed inducing. (He didn't actually think this way! he just doesn't know that most normal fans don't speak like that!)) They were a pretty instantaneous hit among fans, and despite their adamant hatred for the whole ordeal, the members did like the fact that people adored them (no matter how fucking scary they may be). But never ask them about it, they'll deny EVERYTHING.

Oh, and yes, Xigbar did go on to kill the Caramell Girls. With a hammer.

A/N: OK! Wow… um… yeah. That's it, pretty much. Huh, it's over. WOOT, FIRST FINISHED MULTI-CHAP! :D Yeah! I'm not sure how happy I am with this ending. But I don't care about my feelings, I care about YOURS! (That's right, yours) So, drop me a review, constructive criticism is wonderful… and… yeah… *overuse of ellipses* Anyway, thank you, guys, for everything! This is Lord Disco, reporting to you from LDTCD, for the last time.

~O.L.D.