A/N: Guys! I am so incredibly sorry that I have not updated in…what was it Sora?

Sora: A month! A long, overwhelming month!

Me: Okay Sora we get the point. Anyway, school has been consuming my life…it's making me have a life. Lol, a life of evil homework. FlowerLady-Aerith is even failing her math class! Any math whizzes out there? Lol I'm sorry but English is where I overachieve regardless of my constant typos. I hope you all can forgive me like the wonderful reviewers you are, not about the typos but the long wait hiatus thing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts but I do own this plot, if I didn't that would be terribly awful.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Fainting McFainter Pants

"Hey…Kairi."

"Wha-Sora!"

Sora laughed as he threw more flour at Kairi's face. She frowned and flicked water at Sora. "Hey! That water was hot," Sora whined as he kneaded the dough for the butter rolls he was making. Kairi stuck out her tongue and continued washing the dirty dishes. She found it quite interesting how they were the only ones in the household that wanted to cook for the Thanksgiving dinner they would be sharing with the Tillmit's and the Tribal's. At least Naminé was preparing the dining room for their visitors tomorrow. Why she was doing it a day early was beyond Kairi. "Kairi, give me the butter," Sora ordered.

Kairi smirked. "Say please," she said as she slowly lifted the butter from the counter. Why she had picked it up...she didn't know; after all, she had no intention to hand it to Sora.

"Kairi, I don't have time to play games. I'm preparing food!" Sora cried before putting his hands on his non-existent hips. Regardless of what the football team jocks continually chant he isn't female and he does not have a time of month.

She laughed. "Wow, that's the first time in how long?" she asked teasingly. Sora leapt for the butter but Kairi jumped back causing Sora to collide with the tiled floor. Kairi giggled. "How does the floor taste?" she asked.

Sora blinked. "I don't know," he murmured curiously. He quickly licked the floor. Kairi whined in disgust. "It tastes like chicken," Sora answered with a satisfied grin.

"You are a very strange guy," Kairi muttered in disappointment, "Did that water make you high?" Sora stared at the floor; he looked like he was deep in thought. Perhaps the water did make him high. Perhaps someone had spiked the water...had Jack Sparrow been in their house again? Wait…again?

"Aye lassie, it was just a little booze. A man like Riku would never be affected," Jack assured Kairi. Kairi raised an eyebrow. Since she felt she was the only one in the household with sanity she took it upon herself to investigate. "I put my pirate's word on it," Jack swore.

A loud, animal-screeching noise echoed throughout the corridors of the house. This was followed by an ear-splitting scream. The two turned around and saw Riku run past them in his birthday suit. Kairi covered her eyes as the temperature rose in her body. "Really, a little booze wouldn't affect a man like Riku, eh?" she muttered distastefully.

"Well...maybe just a little," Jack chuckled nervously.

That was a really strange day in the household. They had to knock Riku out with a baseball bat to get him to calm down. He still hadn't lived it down. Kairi sighed and shook her head at Sora. "Are you thinking about drunken Riku?" she asked curiously. Sora grinned and nodded. Kairi let out a disappointed sigh.

Naminé hummed as she folded the orange and brown napkins. She was a master in the art of napkin folding. Or as Tidus would say, in the art of being a neat freak. This comment only earned him a whap from the broom handle. She placed an orange napkin on the table and began to work on the next one. Diligence was her middle name, or as Olette would say cleanliness was her middle name. Fortunate for Olette, she escaped her broom whapping.

Roxas poked his head into the room. It was his usual guitar practice place. He chuckled as he watched Naminé perform her perfectionist duties. He cleared his throat and imitated her voice in a terrible, squeaky way. "Oh! This piece of napkin is so very pretty let me clean it with lemon-scented cleaner!" he squealed as he began to jump around happily.

She frowned and threw a napkin holder at Roxas's head. "Orange-scented cleaner, get it right!" she cried angrily as she watched Roxas nurse the side of his head. One of these days she was going to end up giving him a concussion. He grumbled to himself about Naminé's violence as he continued to watch her.

"I still don't understand…" Roxas mumbled.

"Well, you see, there are two scents for cleaners. There's lemon, l-e-m-o-n. You know, that yellow fruit that is sour. And there's orange, o-r-a-n-g-e, you know-," Naminé began to explain mischievously.

"Not that Naminé!" Roxas shouted; yet, somehow he felt a little stupid, "I don't understand why everyone has to come over here for Thanksgiving dinner."

"We have the biggest household Roxas, that's why. The Tillmit's home is made for two while the Tribal's house is made for only four. Since we live in a mansion with three floors our house would be the ideal setting," Naminé answered in a matter of fact tone.

"Aren't you Miss Smarty-Pants," Roxas teased slyly.

Naminé giggled. "Just shut up and play that guitar you're holding," she ordered as she finished folding another napkin. Roxas grinned and sat down in a chair. After some tuning he began to play.

I couldn't tell you why she did that,
She did it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her clean the same things everyday

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many cleaners, too many cleaners
Don't know where they sell hers, where they sell hers
She wants her orange-scented cleaner, but nobody sells it.

Naminé frowned. Thanks to Roxas's song she was feeling a little wheezy in her stomach; so she threw another napkin holder at Roxas. "Stop making fun of me!" she cried as she glared at the boy. Roxas couldn't help but laugh.

Hayner cleared his throat. He was standing in front of the front door. "Anybody home!" he shouted; he heard his voice echo off of the porch walls. Hayner was startled by the sound. "What a strange house," he murmured. He rolled his eyes; it didn't look like anyone was going to come answer the door. "Oh well, they won't mind…well, at least, Sora won't," he thought aloud.

Hayner backed up to the edge of the porch and paused. He quickly charged toward the door in an attempt to knock it down. Instead of knocking it down, he reflected off of it and flew off of the porch and into the fresh autumn mud…or something courtesy of a wild animal. "Eww," Hayner whined as he stared at his soiled clothing.

He heard laughing. He quickly looked up and spotted Riku on the porch smirking at him. "That was priceless," he laughed. Hayner glared and pouted. He looked like an angry, little boy who had just gotten his G.I. Joe doll stolen.

"Do you find joy from seeing a good-looking guy in distress!" Hayner shouted as he shook his fist.

"Yeah," Riku said, "I wouldn't agree with the good-looking part, though. See you around." With that said, Riku turned around and left the porch; he closed the front door behind him. Hayner pouted and crossed his arms. He would get that…whatever Riku considered himself to be.

…What the heck?

A day later

Kairi watched as the Thanksgiving dinner she and Sora had worked so hard to create was being used as paper balls. 'Poor Selphie has corn all in her hair. Eww, Tidus is eating it right of the hair grease. It started out as a fine, civilized dinner until Hayner burst into the room throwing raw chicken fat at everyone. Poor Sora got chicken fat all over his cute, brunette locks. Wait? No, no not cute, they're just naturally spiky…moving onto other topics,' Kairi thought as she watched in disgust.

She watched as all her friends enjoyed themselves by splattering the other with a dose of mashed potatoes or the nasty coleslaw Mrs. Tilmitt had tried to create. 'Wait, did someone just wreck apart that delicious looking pumpkin pie Vivi made? Oh wait…that was Vivi; he threw it right in Riku's hair too,' Kairi thought. Kairi found it quite amusing and found it hard to stifle her laughter. That's when that little brunette had to throw the 'freaking' sweet potatoes smack dab in her face.

Sora laughed as he watched Kairi's anger boil. Oh boy, was it on now. Kairi grabbed the bowl of cranberry sauce. No not the cranberry sauce, twas Roxas's favorite! Kairi stood up from her chair and slowly walked toward Sora's, which was on the other side of the table. She dumped the contents from the bowl all over the brunette's head. She cackled as she watched him squirm from the sauce that was trickling down the sides of his head.

"Go Kairi!" Tidus cheered before Selphie attacked him with a ham dish. Selphie giggled hysterically and clapped happily as the food was splattered everywhere. She had worked so hard on that…yet, it was worth seeing her boyfriend all messy.

Naminé hid under the table as she rocked back and forth. She was out of her element. "Too much mess, too much mess, too much mess, too much mess," Naminé chanted as she hugged her knees. Yes, she was going insane. Hayner had gotten her in the face with the crème pie Blank made.

Zidane peered under the table to see the poor, cleanliness-obsessed girl freaking out. 'Maybe I shouldn't have given her the title The Savage Nymph…maybe a little visit from Mister Turkey would cheer her up!' he thought with a smirk. He grabbed the greasiest turkey leg from the platter and then went back under the table. "Nam!" he shouted before he threw the chicken leg at her face.

She screamed and fell over and out from under the table. Roxas blinked as he looked down at his… 'Hey, I never did ask her to be my girlfriend…strange…what if she just sees me as a friend with benefits!' Roxas thought; he held his head in shock. "I must contemplate! To the basement and beyond!" he cried before he leapt from his chair and ran out of the room.

Naminé was completely exposed. She let out another shrill cry as green beans were thrown all over her white dress. "I'm burning inside!" she screeched loudly before she fell unconscious. Everyone stopped to stare at Naminé. Olette frowned and bent down.

"I guess a food fight is just too much for her to handle right now. Okay Hayner, can you got get me a wet wash cloth and warm water, please. Sora, fetch me the bucket, Kai-," Olette instructed diligently.

"Wait," Sora interrupted, "Do you mean the cleaning and mopping bucket or the throwing up bucket?"

"Both…Kairi, get me the phone book so I can call a doctor and a psychiatrist," Olette continued to instruct. She gently lifted Naminé from the ground. "And hurry!" she cried as she struggled to carry Naminé out of the dining room.

Sora tapped his chin. "She said hurry…and since yesterday Riku told me it was opposite day today. I guess I should go really slow!" he exclaimed before he began to walk very slow. He was taking baby steps toward his destination.

Kairi sighed as she watched Sora pathetically scurry toward the broom closet where both buckets were kept. She walked past him and headed toward the kitchen. Kairi paused in the middle of the hallway; something had donned on her. Was Olette really serious about the psychiatrist? She shrugged and decided it was best she got it anyway. Naminé was one messed up girl.

Selphie glared at Hayner from across the table. He was still standing in the doorway throwing random pieces of turkey breast at Sora as he continued to scurry in a slow fashion. Zidane waved his hand in front of Selphie's face. She snatched it out of the air and bit down on it. Zidane screamed and instinctively slapped the brunette with his tail. Selphie let out a shrill cry of furry madness before she fell on the floor. She began to roll around on the ground as if she was on fire.

Yes, indeed this was a weird Thanksgiving.

In the midst of the chaos, Riku had managed to escape to his room. Riku sat in the far-left corner of his room with one finger in his left ear while the other ear was preoccupied with the sounds coming from his cell phone. "No, you wouldn't dare," Riku hissed as he glared toward his phone. He frowned; his blood was beginning to boil. The person on the other side of the phone was really starting to anger him.

"Try that and see what happens."

"Are you challenging me?"

"We'll just see about that."

"You leave her out of this."

"I swear…"

A/N: Anyway my awesome reviewers, that is finally the latest update! So whom was Riku talking to and what about? Does anyone else find it just a little bit weird that Naminé fainted because of a food fight? Perhaps there is a deeper reason…who knows. Also, how does Olette know those doctor-like things? You will all just have to find out in the next chapter now won't you? See you then beloved reviewers! Oh and I have a quick question for the story lol.

Have you ever loved so one so much it hurt?