"Zexion! Zexion!" Axel cried as he ran up to the Cloaked Schemer through the crowd. "I found your long-lost relatives!" He reached a bewildered Zexion, the pyro holding something behind his back. When Zexion raised an incredulous eyebrow, Axel removed the food tray from behind his back. "Your cousins!" he exclaimed, displaying the bowl of shrimp. Zexion's eye twitched furiously. Axel saw his reaction, for he grinned devilishly and began to munch on the said shrimp. "Mmm," Axel rumbled, "your relatives taste good!"

Zexion leaped at Axel as the pyro turned around, clinging to his back like a rabid baby monkey. Axel, startled, began to whirl around in circles, yelping that a crazed psycho was attacking him. "Take back what you said!" Zexion hissed, one clenched fist banging Axel's head, the other arm wrapped tightly around the pyro's neck. "I am not a shrimp!"

"Zex!" Axel squeaked. "Cool it! I was joking!" When Zexion merely tightened his death grip, Axel wheezed, "Alright, alright! I take it back!"

Zexion slipped down Axel's back with ease at that, brushing imaginary dust off his black jeans. "Good," he simply replied.

"Man," Axel shook his mane of fire-red hair, "you and short jokes!" When Zexion began to advance upon him, Axel turned tail and ran down a bridge, Zexion in hot pursuit.

"Sheesh!" Marluxia breathed as he finished the remains of his ice cream. "Why does everything have to be so expensive here?!"

"Probably because Mickey's low on rent money?" Larxene ventured, folding her arms across her chest.

Marluxia raised an eyebrow. "Why would he have to pay for his own hideout? We don't do that!"

"But then again," Larxene held up an index finger, "WE don't have everyone coming in and out like Disney does. I must take a lot to keep this place running..."

Marluxia shrugged. "True."

Both looked up to the sounds of running feet around the corner. Neither Marluxia nor Larxene could see who it was, until Axel sped around the corner, Zexion tailing him. Before either could evade, Axel sharply turned to the right, tricking Zexion into colliding into Marluxia, who yelped in surprise. Axel, however, had not calculated the distance at which to stop properly, and upon shifting directions he ran full into Larxene, his lips crashing onto hers. She froze instantly, wide eyed, but Axel did not pay attention to his action and only leaped away from her to continue running from Zexion, who had by now recovered and resumed chasing the pyro.

"Whoa, whoa!" Marluxia managed to grab on to Zexion's black turtleneck. "Zexion! Calm down! What exactly did Axel do to make you so upset?"

"That rat called me short!" Zexion snapped, struggling to break free of the Graceful Assassin's grip.

"Really now?" Larxene muttered, loud enough to be heard. "Tell us about the whole thing. But I... need to go somewhere, so make it short." Zexion glared daggers at the Savage Nymph. "Oh, whoops," she apologized, her slender fingers running up to trace her thin lips, dazed.

Axel sat, panting, on a bench. Looking around cautiously for Zexion, and upon seeing he was nowhere to be found, Axel calmed down at last. He stretched up and folded his hands behind his head, walking smack into someone yet again. "Who the- oh crap...," Axel trailed off as he stared at Donald Duck, who looked at the pyro, his large eyes expressionless.

Donald pointed a feathery hand at Axel. "I remember you!" he quacked. "You were there when I caught fire the other day! You know what?" Donald chirped as Axel began to back away. "I bet you had something to do with it! You did, didn't you?!" Donald grabbed Axel by his shirt, yet failing to lift him clean of the ground. "Yeah, I bet you did!" he yelled at a struggling Axel. "Your hair says it all! I bet you're some punk who enjoys setting people on fire!"

"Well," Axel retorted, "if I set you on fire of my own spontaneous free will of COURSE I am!"

That was enough. Donald aimed a flippered foot between Axel's legs, who squirmed weakly at that, biting his tongue to stop from screaming. The enraged Duck dragged Axel to the edge of the nearest pond, lifted him as high as he could, and flung Axel into the water. Axel came up seconds later, gasping for air in the knee-deep water, thankful that no one was watching. Donald Duck flipped his left hand in an attempt to show the middle finger, but stomped off.

"Oh my gosh," Roxas awed as he continued drying off Axel's hair in their hotel room. "Donald really did that to you?!"

"Yeah...," Axel replied, sulking into a horrible mood. "And he used my hair as proof! I mean, COME ON! Who does that?"

Roxas shrugged, only finished with the towel and, tossing it to the side, said, "But you should have been more careful, Axel. Now he knows your face!" When Axel's shoulders tensed, Roxas continued. "You're going to have to lie really low now! Donald could have warned the rest of the Disney by now!" Patting his friend's shoulder now, he soothed, "Don't worry: Demyx and I will kidnap Queen Minnie on our own. You should lie low for at least a few days..."

"I guess you're right..."

"It seems everybody's out to get you," Marluxia chuckled as he and Larxene walked into the room. Larxene did not so much as look at Axel, nevermind greet him with a jibe at his actions. Instead she quietly grabbed her duffel bag and went into the bathroom. Marluxia looked to her, then to Axel. When Axel did not return his look, Marluxia threw himself on the bed with a heavy sigh.

Axel began to ponder on the events of earlier and tried to come up with a reason as to why Larxene had such a different mood display from then. When he realized that he had unwittingly kissed her, his cheeks felt warm. "Crap...," he murmured.

"Larxene," Axel whispered hoarsely at the supposedly sleeping form. "Larxene! I know you're awake! Talk to me!" When no response came, he sighed roughly, turning over in his bed, his back to her now.

Larxene, of course, was perfectly awake, but she did not feel like interacting with the Flurry Of Dancing Flames at the moment. Other things were on her mind as well, such as an operation for her and Marluxia to carry out. They had not come up with anything at all, she knew. A kidnap? No: too cliche at this point.

A disturbance? She smiled despite herself...

A/N: I humbly apologize for making this so short. I just realized I have English homework that's due Monday, and I wanna get it outta the way. But I hope to make the next chapter much longer...