I decided to be nice an update TWICE in the same weekend! :D

Though I honestly don't like this chapter…I was too tired to write anything decent, so…X_x

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts; this was purely fan-made and in no way should profit out of this.

However, I DO own Chance/Cenchax, and he cannot be used without my permission!

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CHAPTER XXXIV: Fate

There wasn't much Luxord thought that he and Cenchax could do together. Cenchax wasn't allowed to play poker, or at least professionally, and Cenchax knew better than to challenge Luxord to a game; the only time Luxord lost was when he was throwing a game or, one time, they played with him when he was half asleep, and he messed up on several plays. And, still, even when he was half asleep, he almost won.

Cenchax was also a minor. Thanks to the fact that he was a Nobody, his birthday went by, but he didn't age. And, even if he had celebrated his birthday, he'd still be too young to drink, so they couldn't go to any pubs. Cenchax probably COULD fake being a certain age and getting into a club, but Luxord had a feeling that Cenchax wouldn't enjoy himself as much as Luxord; if they went to a normal club, only Luxord would be interested in the girls. If they went to a gay club, not even Cenchax would stare at the guys. Cenchax MIGHT be gay, but he wasn't into guys like that. He was one of those people who didn't just think guys were cute; and since being in the Organization meant that he really couldn't have a relationship, he didn't start one. He could honestly care less.

Nonetheless, Luxord woke up that morning at 9. He glanced down at his arm. He had FINALLY managed to rub off the words 'P-P-P-Poker Face' off of him, after spending almost 5 hours in the bathroom, and after rubbing half his skin off. The potion had worn off within two hours. Luxord chuckled. Stupid Axel…Stupid Cenchax…

He didn't hold a grudge. So long as there wasn't any permanent damage, he didn't usually hold a grudge.

He wondered what Cenchax had planned for today. From the rumors sweeping around the castle, Cenchax usually had a plan that he formulated the night before, and they'd be expected to go to wherever he led them off to. Also, from the feedback from the rest of the castle, Cenchax usually went somewhere where the person he was taking would have fun, as well.

He decided that there was no need to wear his Organization coat today. Technically, he had the day off. He decided to wear a white T-shirt that said, 'I wager $400 I can beat you at poker!' He had made is himself. For days, he went around wearing it, until Xemnas finally challenged him to a game, only to lose not just 400, but $800. He had then ordered Luxord to not wear the shirt again, unless he had a valid excuse.

My valid excuse today is that I have the day off. Therefore, I don't necessarily have to wear my coat, and am free to wear what I please. Along with his shirt, he wore some tan cargo pants, sneakers, and a black jacket with a hoodie, which he wore, un-zippered. It might rain today. Might as well be prepared.

He proceeded to walk down the endless, next-to-impossible-to-navigate hallways, in search of Cenchax's room. It didn't take him long. He already knew where Roxas's room was. And it was common knowledge that Cenchax's room was almost directly across from Roxas's.

Wondering if Cenchax was awake, he tapped lightly on the door. "You awake?" he muttered, keeping his voice down in case anyone else was asleep.

"Yes?" a reply came.

"Oh, you're awake?"

"Yeah! Hold on; I just need to get dressed!"

Luxord waited patiently outside of Cenchax's room, listening to the teenage Nobody rummage through his things to find an outfit. A few draws opened and closed, and a closet door opened. Clothing shifted around. Suddenly, the door opened. Cenchax peeked out of it. He had pants on, dark blue, and shoes on, silver, but he had no top on. "What are you doing…?" Luxord asked, as Cenchax stared at his chest. (Author's Note: I'm so close to drooling right now…)

Cenchax didn't reply. Then, he looked away, snapping his fingers. "That's where I put it! Gimme a few more seconds!" With this, Cenchax closed the door, and went through his draws once again.

The next time he came out, he had a shirt that said, 'I bet $400 my buddy can beat you at poker!' Underneath that, he had an arrow pointing to his left. Luxord chuckled.

"What, are we scamming people today?"

"Yup!"

Luxord looked up, surprised. "What do you mean, 'yup'?"

"I mean, we're going to England to see how many people challenge you at poker!"

Luxord was speechless for a moment. "Of course, if they can't pay," Cenchax continued, "they don't have to. It's just to lure people in! Most poker players are usually taken at a bid!"

"Would we take ANY money?"

"Only from the people who are greedy, rotten, or bad-tempered!"

"How will we tell?"

Cenchax sent Luxord a skeptical look. "Duh! I can read personalities, have you forgotten?"

"But is this REALLY fair?"

"If you don't want to do it, you don't have to! We can do something else! I really didn't have too many ideas for today! We could always go sight-seeing instead!"

Luxord pondered this. He hadn't been to England in ages…And he also hadn't had a poker game in ages…

"I wager we take a tour of England, and anyone who challenges us to a card game, we take on, but we only profit out of those who have ill intentions…"

"I like your thinking! You sure you wanna do the poker thing, though? If you feel like you're being used…"

"Used? I think of it more like…I'm getting paid to play!"

Cenchax laughed. "A dream come true, eh?"

"If only we had a little rum in it, it would be a dream come true!"

"We can always get some there!"

Luxord looked at him, surprised. "But, aren't you too young to drink?"

Cenchax rolled his eyes. "Regardless of age, I wouldn't drink, anyways! Me and alcohol do NOT mix, remember?"

A downcast expression crossed Luxord's face. "Sorry…" he muttered, looking away, remembering that it was his fault…

Sympathy welled up in Cenchax's eyes. He put a hand on Luxord's shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that! Look, the point is, since I can't drink, I'll be the first one to tell you when it's time to stop!"

Luxord's lips turned upwards into a tiny smile. "Well, then, I guess it IS a dream come true!"

Cenchax chuckled. "Come on! We don't got all day, dude! ENGLAND AWAITS!"

Cenchax opened a portal, and through that portal the two went.

For the entire day, Luxord and Cenchax simply walked around, sight-seeing, walking in and out of bars, shopping on the occasion…And, of course, playing poker. Sometimes, they were stopped on the street, sometimes, it was in a bar, and, on a few occasions, it was on a bus or trolley. Though they never took money away from honest strangers, they DID scrap up a small fortune by the end of the day.

And, for once, Luxord drank, and did not get drunk. (Author's Note: I had no idea what to do with Luxord! Sorry for such a short chapter! The next bunch might be short, due to lack of ideas! And don't think that I have a thing against Luxord. I love the Brit. I just can't see him and Cenchax doing many things together…I mean, Cenchax likes him, but they have few common interests.)

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I apologize again, for the crappiness and shortness, but, though Cenchax and Luxord get along fine, they don't have much in common…! Even WITH Cenchax's moldable personality, I dunno what they'd do together!

This chapter is more-or-less to show that Cenchax isn't mad at Luxord for accidentally giving him alcohol. He's a very forgiving person.

This is, like, my least favorite chapter…BUT these last 8-9 chapters are the BEST of the BEST.

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OH MY GOD, 'I'LL NEVER BE ENOUGH' ENDS IN…-counts- 9 CHAPTERS! –cries-

...I just reread the chapter...It's actually not all that bad...! :D At least, I like it!

~Cat's Eye