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Guavi: I read your review a few days ago, it made me happy. Why do reviews do that, make people happy? So, I thought about what to do with the story all weekend.

Scylla Desdemonia Ophelia: Heh, I was wondering if anyone was gonna understand that. You've restored my faith in the human race. ;) And if everything goes well, there will be more about Sa­ïx and his smoothies.

Xinck: I agree. Boredom drives people to do strange things. And, if you've got Microsoft Works Word Processor (that's what I've got) or any kind of Word, go to the Insert menu at the top of the screen, click (Insert) Special Character and go to whatever font you're typing in. It'll have all the nifty little letters with accent marks and umlauts (dots above I's and U's) and stuffs.

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This one will focus on Demyx, because he talks more than Sa­ïx does. Otherwise I'd have it revolve around him. This one, it'll show where Xigbar and Luxord went on a mission to. 'Kay?

I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or Luxord or Demyx or any other Organization members… but I would like plush dolls of them! All of them. Out of characterness should be expected, too. And, now, to the story we go!

Last time, Luxord and Xigbar went on an assignment together. Not what you're thinking, you little pervert. They've been gone for awhile now (two weeks), without checking in to the Superior. What's going on? First, we gotta find out what Demyx is doing.

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Demyx was walking around Castle Oblivion aimlessly. He had nothing to do that day, but he didn't care. He always found something to do. Whether it was bothering Xaldin, or talking to Roxas, he always did something. The Melodious Nocturne was quietly humming the tune to Longview. Why is Demyx always humming or singing in stories? Probably because he's a musician and it gives him something to do. But, that's beside the point.

He wandered through the castle for a few more minutes before he decided to help Marluxia with his gardening. For the past two weeks, Demyx had gone down to water the flowers, and not even as punishment. He more or less just liked the fact that Marluxia 'appreciated' his talent; although, he did know Marly was just using him for his water.

Demyx made his way to the greenhouse and stepped inside. He spotted Marluxia on a right wall, trimming some bushes. Quietly, he crept in, edging closer and closer to the elder man. Once he was right behind The Graceful Assassin, he shrieked like a banshee. Marluxia, surprised, accidentally cut off one of the branches on the bush that he was trimming. He looked at the cut spot for a few seconds and then turned on Demyx.

"What the Hell did you think you were doing?" Marly screamed at him, pruning shears in hand.

"Well, Marly, I was ju--" I started, smiling, but he was cut off.

"No! No excuses, you little bitch! Because of your stupid ability to use your vocal cords, I just cut off part of my freaking Japanese quince! Now, it's missing part of one of its branches!"

"But I was just tryi--"

"I don't care what you were doing! You made me hurt my precious!" said Marluxia, sounding eerily like Gollum with that last sentence. He raised the shears on Demyx, looking ready to stab him in the chest at any given moment. Instead, he threw them across the garden and they landed in the stream. He still looked like he'd gone mad, though.

"Okay, settle down Marluxia… You know how Zexion does those breathing exercises when he gets all riled up an' stuff? Yeah, well you should try those right now…" Demyx said, placing his hands on the other man's shoulders (you guys are such dirty-minded perverts), and pressing down to get him into a sitting position. Marluxia yielded and sat down with his legs in front of him, and resting his weight against his hands (which were behind him). Demyx crouched down in front of him.

"I don't need breathing exercises," he scoffed. "What I need is a new shrub!"

"How 'bout I go down the canyon, across the valley, and through the forest of evil, evil trees to the Quikki Mart and buy you some new seeds? Would that makes things all better?" Demyx asked, placing his hand on the other's shoulder, trying to comfort his would be, could be, should be, won't ever be friend.

Marluxia stared at the trees behind Demyx, zoned out. "Yes… that would make… everything all… better."

"That's good. At least now I know you don't wanna cut open my stomach with your scythe and rip out my intestines to cook and feed to Axel as revenge for him trying to set your garden on fire last week," Demyx said in one breath, followed by a relieved sigh. He then stood up. Marluxia's eyes narrowed and a devious smirk played on his face.

"O, now who says I don't still want to do that to you?" Marluxia's eyes had a malicious twinkle in them.

Demyx squeaked in fear and a wide-eyed and frightened expression formed on his face, because fangirls find that cute. "You wouldn't really do that to me… would you?"

"No. I wouldn't. Though I wish I would. Xemnas wouldn't approve." Marluxia stood up and brushed himself off and then looked Demyx in the eye. "Why are you here in the first place?" he asked both rudely and impatiently.

Why does everyone in this damned place ask that when you visit them? Demyx wondered to himself and then shrugged. "Well, ya know, I was just coming down here to ask if you wanted me to water your flowers or help trim your bush or something…?"

Marluxia raised an eyebrow. "Are you coming onto me?"

"What?"

The other just laughed at him. "Sorry, Demyx, not like that. But, no, you've trimmed my bush enough already. You cut it's fucking branch off and now I need a new one!" yelled Marluxia , suddenly angry.

"I didn't cut it! You did! And it wasn't my fault!--Well, I mean, it kind of was, but it wasn't my fault that you jumped and cut it!" Demyx was becoming defensive.

"It makes no difference!" Marluxia thrashed his arm to the side on the word 'difference'. "I cut it because you shrieked at me like a five year old getting molested!"

Demyx gave him a 'WTF?' look. "I was not being molested!" Now it was Marluxia's time for a certain look.

"I never said you were, you incapable dumbass! I said you screamed like you were!" Marly screamed at him.

"Yeah? Well, right now, you're screaming pretty much the same way!" Demyx took a more 'manly' approach to arguing and yelled back at Marluxia.

The aforementioned pink-haired man, paused and straightened up. Number IX stared at him, wide-eyed for a few seconds before Marly acquired a delightfully evil gleam in his eyes. He then summoned his scythe. Demyx took off outta that room faster than you can say apara--… well, let's just leave it at he left the room quickly. You get the idea.

Marluxia really didn't want to chase after Demyx, though, so he just scared him off, stopping right outside the greenhouse entrance and laughing. He really did love scaring the poor kid. Anyways, back to what Demyx was doing. He was running down some random hallways. Then he realized he could just use a portal to escape from Marluxia (who was, in fact, not chasing him). So he did. Demyx opened a portal and ended up his room. Just where he wanted to be.

"This is just where I want to be… And, I'm safe here from Marluxia…" he said. Then he went over and plopped down on a large couch on the right side of his room. He slept.

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An unspecified amount of time later, Demyx was awakened by obnoxiously loud knocking on his door. Instead of getting up to answer the door or even calling out to ask whom was there, he just laid his head back on the couch cushion (in his drool) to sleep some more. He figured that after a little while, whomever was out there would get tired of knocking and leave him be. The knocking (pounding) on the door did stop after a little while, in fact, and Demyx sighed in relief that he was finally going to get some peace to sleep (some more). Relaxing again, he settled into a comfortable position, getting ready to fall back into sleep. He heard a small noise in his room, but ignored it. He figured it was probably the wind.

"I must wonder why you're at a higher rank than Luxord or Marluxia," said a snide voice, causing Demyx to jump into a sitting position, eyes wide and jaw agape. "They're certainly much more capable than you are. If a superior had knocked on their doors, they would have answered immediately."

"Sa­ïx! What the Hell are you doing in my room? Don't you know how to knock?" asked Demyx, who was now irritated. Sa­ïx said nothing, leaving him to stare and laugh nervously at his own stupid question.

"Currently, I'm wondering why it is exactly that you got to keep your physical form when you became a Nobody." Sa­ïx crossed his arms. "And the reason I'm here is because Xemnas sent me to find you. That was several minutes ago. Since you don't know how to open doors when people knock, I'm going to be late returning."

"Well, I'm gonna be late too, and I don't care." Demyx shrugged.

"You also do not care for authority, otherwise you would have answered the door once you heard someone was knocking," replied Sa­ïx condescendingly.

"Yeah, whatever…" Demyx then got off the couch and clapped his hands, clenching them before him in the process, for effect. "So, when are we leaving for The Castle That Never Was?"

"Now."

"Alrighty, then." Sa­ïx opened a portal and pushed Demyx in. Before he was through completely, he had to make a smart remark to Sa­ïx. "Did you remember to get the Superior's latté?"

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The portal that Sa­ïx summoned led to the Altar Of Naught, high atop The Castle That Never Was. Floating above it was the beginnings of Kingdom Hearts. Xemnas was at the opposite side of the altar, staring at it. Demyx rolled his eyes at this; although he wanted his heart back, also, he thought it was kind of stupid how the Superior would sit there and stare at Kingdom Hearts for hours on end, dreaming of the day he'd get his heart back. And that's why Xemnas didn't live in Castle Oblivion with his peons, but slept on the couch in the den when he visited, instead. O, yeah, the plot…

"You're late," Xemnas said simply.

"Demyx's fault. He wouldn't open his door when I knocked."

"Hey! I was sle--"

"Yes, but it was still your responsibility. You can't expect Demyx to take it. He's far too young and naïve and irresponsible to do anything or follow a single order without failing. Which is why I send you to get my lattés." The said Nobody crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at Xemnas. Nobody ever thought he could do anything right. Sa­ïx elbowed him hard in his exposed ribs and gave him a look, daring him to complain, when he was about to complain.

"I understand, Superior," Sa­ïx recited. He always did take the blame for one thing or another, because, after all, he was the most capable of the Organization members.

"And that, Sa­ïx, is exactly why you're here." Xemnas then turned, a faint smile playing on his full, sensual, seductive lips. That part's a joke. Laugh. "I've summoned you because you understand. You're the most capable Organization member." This statement caused Sa­ïx's pride to swell slightly, though he didn't show it. "I need you for an assignment."

"Then why am I here?" Demyx cut in, asking rather rudely. "I was sleeping ya know, and he," indicating Sa­ïx with his thumb, "woke me up."

Xemnas narrowed his eyes in a slight glare at Demyx. "You're here because you need some practice. You, Demyx, are lazy, irresponsible, and have never taken anything seriously. I'm hoping that sending you on more missions will straighten you out some; maybe you won't get in as many arguments with other members and will learn to take this whole situation seriously.'

"That's where you come in, Sa­ïx," Xemnas started again. "I need you to keep the task in order and make sure he," he pointed a finger at Demyx, "doesn't mess anything up."

"I will," Sa­ïx said simply.

"Good. And will you botch anything, Demyx?"

"Umm… No! No, I will not, sir!" he said, mocking and saluting Xemnas.

"If you do not discontinue your foolish behavior, I will turn you into a dusk," the Superior said calmly, though he was glaring at the younger of the two standing before him.

"Bu--"

"I'll make sure he doesn't do anything reckless, Superior," The Luna Diviner said, cutting Demyx off.

"Good," Xemnas smiled while saying this. "Now, for your… assignment. You recall a few weeks ago, I sent Xigbar to scout out a new world and how Luxord went with him to 'help', correct?" He waited for the two to show signs of recognition; Sa­ïx nodded and Demyx, tapping his foot and already impatient, twirled his hand in circle telling him he knew what he was talking about. Xemnas threw a pointed look at Demyx. "Well, they haven't come back. This assignment is to find them and bring them back to The World That Never Was, and in one piece, if they're in any kind of danger."

"That'd be two pieces…" Demyx mumbled to himself, before getting elbowed, again, by Sa­ïx.

"Do you two comprehend your duties?" When Xemnas asked this, he looked directly at Demyx the entire time. They nodded. "Good… Th--"

"So where is this going down at, anyways?" Demyx cut in, earning himself another glare.

Starting rather loudly, Xemnas (for the second time) began telling them. "This mission will be taking place in… North America!" There was a thunderclap and lightning in the background, as Xemnas said it. Demyx and Sa­ïx both gasped dramatically. "Yes, North America… in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania… Have fun finding them, Demyx!" And with that, Xemnas left through a portal to his flying dragon thingy.

"North America, eh? This'll probably suck… I mean, some of the biggest bands right now are My Chemical Romance and Green Day! I hate Green Day's new music! This'll be terrible! And do you know how big those cities over there are? They're huge! We'll never find Luxord and Xigbar!"

"Stop your whining, and let's just leave…" Sa­ïx then pushed his new 'partner' into a portal back to Castle Oblivion, so they could each pick up a change of clothes and their toothbrushes and toothpaste. They stored these in their hoods. The younger met the elder in the lobby on the first floor and then they walked into a portal that lead to Pittsburgh. They didn't leave, though, until after Demyx got some cookies out of a snack machine. Demy's gotta have his cookies.

Chapter Two. Yes, that was the almighty Chapter Two you guys were so looking forward to.

Why North America? Because if it wasn't, I wouldn't be able to put all the random crap in that I'm planning on later. And, no, I do not live in Pittsburgh. No, I do not plan on putting myself in the story, this is not the reason I set it in North America. And, no, you may not have Demyx's cookies! They're all mine.

Review please. 'Cause I'd love you. I really would.

And, another no. No, there will not be anything about the Quikki Mart from this point on. Unless, ya know, the situation calls for it. But it probably won't be in every chapter like in Missing Cards or like it was in The Snack Machine.