This morning, instead of going to my youth group thing, I decided to stay home and write. Fans of the story, you guys should feel lucky that I had some ideas. I never really realized how much I drool when I sleep until this morning. XD That's interesting stuff, right there… Review replies!

Xinck: I might read your story. It all depends on when I write, and if I like it (your story) or not. But I'll give it a chance. And, yes, Sa­ïx does like making others miserable, especially Demyx and Axel. .

Maux: Heh, thanks. You'll find out what happened to them, in this chapter.

Fuhrer Allie: I love reading your reviews; they make me laugh/giggle so hard. Yeah, the movie was The Shining and the show was, in fact, Spongebob Squarepants. Damn, I should have put the 'Mansex' thing in there… but then, everyone does that. :D I don't think Pittsburgh is scary, in fact, I love the place; it's gotta be my favorite city in the world. I just think it'd be kind of scary for the Organization members to go to, being all big and stuff. You shouldn't throw cookies at people. It's not nice. I'm gonna cry!

O, trust me, I sooooo own Kingdom Hearts, and that's why you all died the first time you tried in the second fight with Demyx. O yes, I am evil. Out of characterness ahoy!

Guess who we see in this chapter! That's right! Ronald McDonald! Well, not really… But a very rude little boy does play a part in this. No, he's no one from the game, he's just some random kid.

O, and it's not a yaoi story, no matter how much parts of it seem like it is. Sorry. :D

Demyx and Sa­ïx had just taken a portal to Pittsburgh. Why? If you don't know, go back and read. Duhhhhh. Fine, then, I'll tell ya: they're looking for Luxord and Xigbar. Happy? Here's where we left off.

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Demyx and Sa­ïx were walking through the hallways of darkness. Ya know, where Axel died at. That part of the game pissed me off. Anyways, they were walking and they were on their way to Pittsburgh. Sa­ïx was walking rather quickly, making the supplies in his hood bounce against his back, but Demyx was walking rather slowly, taking the time to savor his cookies. They were, after all, Famous Amos cookies!

Demyx sighed. "Sa­ïx, slow down!" he whined.

The elder man just looked over his shoulder and snorted. "And why should I slow down? It'll make this mission longer and you'll be just as spoiled as ever, by getting your way." He kept up the brisk pace.

"O come on! I just don't wanna walk fast because I don't wanna choke on my cookies!"

"It doesn't matter if you do or not. You don't need to breathe. The only reason you take in breath is to speak. If you choke you won't die, because it doesn't matter if you have food or anything in your lungs."

"Always gotta go with the facts, dontcha?" said Demyx sarcastically while rolling his eyes. He sat down, regardless of Sa­ïx's insane march forward, and started munching on his cookies. "Whatever, I don't care. You go ahead, I'm gonna eat my cookies," he said adamantly. The Luna Diviner just stared at him, shocked that Demyx was taking a stand for himself.

"Xemnas wouldn't want us to be separated. The assignment is for both of us."

"I don't care. If I walk, I'll choke on a cookie." Demyx crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his chin in the air, looking away from Sa­ïx. The gesture said he wasn't going to move and none of his superiors (save Xemnas) could make him. Sa­ïx gave up, after realizing this, and plopped down on the ground, cross-legged, beside Demyx.

"You know I hate being late and wasting time," Sa­ïx sounded slightly agitated.

"Yeah, I know," said Demyx while shoving another cookie in his mouth. "But, as I said before, I don't care. I'm not moving."

"Fine. This time, you'll get your way, but only because we're getting close to the end of this pathway." After saying that, Sa­ïx grabbed a cookie out of Demyx's bag.

"Dude! These are mine!" he pouted.

"Stop looking like that. You know you can't feel anything," said the other, bluntly. "You have three other bags in your hood, anyway."

"So? I still remember what it was like to feel, so I can fake it any day."

"I don't even care. Just hurry up with your stupid cookies. Xemnas is expecting us back sometime soon."

"Pfft. Whatever." Demyx happily munched on his cookies for a few more minutes, with his new 'buddy' occasionally stealing one. Well, he wasn't 'munching happily', since he's a Nobody and all, but he was enjoying both the cookies and getting his way with Sa­ïx. After eating the rest of the bag, he got up from the ground and brushed his robe off. "Alrighty, I'm ready to go! Let's go to Pittsburgh!"

"Finally," said Sa­ïx blankly. They started the rest of their trek to Pittsburgh; arriving, within an hour, at the other end of the darkness hallway-thing they were traveling in.

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When Sa­ïx and Demyx arrived in Pittsburgh, that end of the portal came out in an alley next to a dumpster. That's a good place for it to end up, too, because otherwise, people would be all like 'OMFG! People just walked out of a portal! Lawl!' You get the idea, I hope. Well, really, a homeless man did see them, but he was drunk as fuck and Sa­ïx killed him just after they arrived, anyways.

The two 'partners' walked to the end of the alley and looked around the city. They could smell the scent of exhaust and gas from vehicles. Up above were giant buildings, one of them said 'Mellon' on it, and in front of them, throngs of people, pushing past each other to get to the places they needed to be. It was lunchtime in Pittsburgh, and a cloudless afternoon, too. In the middle of the brick street were planters where trees grew, and there were hundreds of cars and buses, moving with the colors of the traffic lights, in start-stop motion. For two Nobodies that lived in a world where the city was basically abandoned and it was always night, this was almost surreal.

Demyx looked around and stared at the people. "Sa­ïx, we're not dressed like any of them… They'll think we're gay, going around dressed the same, like a couple!" he hissed.

"How much munny did you bring?" Sa­ïx asked, as they both walked back into the depths of the alleyway.

"Well, my munny pouch holds about ten-thousand… and it was a little under half-full. I'm guessing I had around 4,700 munny. How much does yours hold?" Demyx asked as he fished around in his hood for their munny pouches.

"Mine holds about the same, and it's nearly full," Saïx said simply. Demyx's eyes bugged out, and he looked at Saïx, pausing in his search for the pouches.

"You've got that much?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes. Why? Luxord has more, he is a gambler, after all."

"Well, how can you go without spending it all?"

"I don't usually buy things on missions. It looks like we might have to at least buy clothes, here, though…" he trailed off. "Have you found the pouches, yet?"

"Dude, stop being so impatient. No… They're not in here…" Demyx spoke, while emptying his hood onto the pavement of the alley. "But there are these." He picked up two black leather wallets and opened them. Inside were hundred dollar bills (each amount totaling however much munny each man had). "I'm guessing that these," he help up a wallet in each hand, "are our munny pouches… I guess the currency and means of carrying it changed when we entered this world…" He shrugged and handed the lighter one to Saïx, who just looked at him like he was an idiot. "What?"

"You have mine."

"No, I don't…"

"Yes, you do. That one's a lot thinner than the other, and I already said I had more money than you did," Sa­ïx countered with undeniable logic.

"Damn… I was hoping you wouldn't notice…" he then handed Saïx his wallet, and placed his own back in his hood. "So… how are we going to find Luxord and Xigbar in this mess?" Demyx asked, once they started walking towards the end of the alley.

"It doesn't matter. Let's just go find a store and get some clothes." Lo and behold, a Wal-Mart suddenly appeared two blocks away. I don't know Pittsburgh well, so I randomly put a Wal-Mart in so they had somewhere to shop. So there. They walked in the direction of the Wal-Mart without knowing, came upon it, and entered. Inside it was almost just as noisy and busy as outside. Luckily, for Saïx, the men's clothes were just past the cash registers.

"Yes! We're going shopping!" Demyx shouted with excitement, causing Sa­ïx to smack him on the back of his head, then walked past him. The Melodious Nocturne rubbed the back of his head where he was hit. "Jerk," he mumbled, and then started following Sa­ïx.

In the men's clothing section was a large shelf-thing (taller than Sa­ïx) with shirts folded in rows on it. Demyx automatically walked over to it and started examining what shirts they had, laughing at some. "Hey, Sa­ïx, this one fits you perfectly!" he said, grinning, and holding up a shirt that read 'silence is golden, duct tape is silver' in all capitals, with a smiley face that had duct tape covering its mouth below. "Isn't it great? You should get it!" he urged.

Sa­ïx just glared at him. "I do not think so, no matter how much I want to rip your vocal cords out. How about you get one of those pathetic shirts that are supposed to be clever, and I buy a shirt that is less demeaning. Sound good with you?"

"Meh, sure, whatever…" Demyx was said, while being distracted with looking through the shirts. In the end, he settled with a shirt that was dark grey and had a Peep™ (like Easter Peep™ marshmallow chicks) on it, with 'Where My Peeps At?' under the chick. He also bought some semi-tight (but not straight-legged) jeans that were slightly faded, but had no rips! 'Cause ripped jeans are just cliché anymore. He also bought a black, studded belt. Demyx purchased a backpack to put their Organization robes in, too, and some more hair gel, because they were having a sale! While Sa­ïx was looking for some clothes to wear, a young female worker asked him if he needed help.

"Hello mister! Do you need some help finding some clothes?" she asked brightly. He took one look at her and glared, then went back to searching for a decent shirt. "Hey, I asked if you needed help finding some clothes for yourself!" she asked, getting slightly impatient with him.

"Look, girl, if you don't leave me alone, I will personally rip out your uterus and feed it to you for dinner. Do you understand? Does that sound good to you?" his voice remained calm and face blank, the entire time. She looked at him with wide eyes, turned on her heel, and left rather quickly.

Sa­ïx bought some (sort of) baggy, medium-blue jeans and a white button up shirt. He chose to carry his robe, instead of letting Demyx carry it in his backpack, in case he wanted to wear it unzipped later. He then, after buying his clothes and changing into them, walked out into the anteroom of the store, and found Demyx, riding in a Bob the Builder bulldozer, cheering giddily. Sa­ïx just rolled his eyes and sighed, impatiently.

Demyx spotted his faithful, traveling cohort and smiled all big-like. "Sa­ïx! You gotta ride this!" yelled the blonde, bobbing up and down with the bulldozer. "It's only fifty cents!" Demyx found out what cents, quarters, dimes, and pennies were when the clerk gave him his change back and repeated the change total back to him. The ride stopped after a few seconds, to his disappointment. "Dammit! What the Hell? This sucks!" Demyx started his tantrum over the ride stopping.

Sa­ïx stalked over to the young man, grabbed his arm, and yanked him off of the mechanical bulldozer. "Get down from there, you fool!" he snarled, before doing the aforementioned action. Snarly Sa­ïx… skurry. A small crowd of people, including a Wal-Mart greeter and a cart-boy, were watching the scene; some of the children watching giggled at Demyx. Sa­ïx tried to drag him out of the store.

"Wait! Sa­ïx! I-I gotta get my bag!" he pulled his arm out of his partner's grip and ran back to the ride to get his backpack, which he'd set down before starting the machine. After he got his bag, he ran outside after Sa­ïx. "Sa­aaaaa-ïx! Why do you always gotta ruin my fun? C'mon… You should really ride one of those sometime… You'd liiiiike it…" he whined/teased.

The blue-haired elf-man glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, then looked back in front of him. "Be quiet, Demyx. Xemnas was right about you. You are incapable of doing a mission without getting distracted or messing the whole thing up. We came here for one reason, and one reason only: to find Luxord and Xigbar, who have for some reason unknown to all of us, gone AWOL. This is a serious assignment and the first major one you've gotten. You should really consider taking it seriously, you incompetent fool!"

"I am taking it seriously. It was my idea to buy clothes that would blend in with the crowd," Demyx said, while making his way over to a crowd of people gathered along the curb, a block or two down. "Can't say I'm not trying, can ya?" he called over his shoulder.

Sa­ïx just sighed. He was getting tired of having to put up with Demyx and wished he had a more capable companion, such as Xaldin or Vexen, or even Marluxia. He followed his partner, nevertheless. The two pushed their way to the front of the crowd to find--Luxord! OMFGNOWAY! He was wearing a black, button-up shirt (open at the neck, revealing a grey undershirt), with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was running a card game-type-deal-thing. Ya know, the kind where there are three cards and the person playing has to find the Queen of Hearts or whatever, after the dealer mixes the three up. Luxord's hand moved fast, faster than any of the other people, running games like this, hands could go. He was really a very talented gambling British man.

"Come on, come on," he spoke to the newest contestant, a red-headed teenage boy, while he stared at the cards, "where is the Queen? Which of the three cawds is the Queen of Hearts?"

The boy looked arrogant, thought he could get it. Thought he followed her path very well. "It's the middle one," he said simply.

"We'll see," Luxord said with a devious gleam in his eye, as he looked at the boy. The gambler flipped the middle card over with his right thumb, revealing the Ace of Clubs. "So sorry, son, but you were wrong, so you don't get your money back."

"O my GAWD! Motherfu--" the boy was cut off, by a card being thrown and giving him a shallow cut on his chin.

"Uh, uh! Language, young man; there are children and ladies present," said Luxord, always being the chivalrous gentleman. "You need to learn some manners. Come back when you've got some, then maybe I'll let you try again." He smiled as he shooed the boy away. Demyx and Sa­ïx watched silently, as their fellow Organization member had not yet noticed their presence; most likely because of their clothing. "Is there anyone else who'd like to play?"

"I would," said a familiar voice from the back of the crowd, "like to play." A man with black and grey hair in a ponytail stepped through the crowd. OMGXIGGY-KUN! (fangirls' heads explode) He was wearing sunglasses and was smoking a cigarette. Instead of his Organization robe, he was wearing a black print-tee and blue jeans that flared slightly. "I'll play yer little game, I guess… But, I want to raise the stakes…" Gasps and 'ooo's from the crowd were heard.

"What should the stakes be, then?" Luxord asked, smiling, while shuffling a deck of cards off-handedly.

"How 'bout we do it like this: if I get the card right, I get all yer money, and if I get it wrong, you get to keep yer money, and I give you anything valuable I've got on me. Sound like a deal?" Xigbar grinned slyly.

"Sounds good. Would anyone like to make a wager on who will win?" Luxord asked the crowd. Several people bet, and all on The Gambler of Fate, as they handed over their money. "Okay, all bets taken, let's start the game." He did the same hand trick he'd used on everyone else: cards all moving in different directions, hand with them, then he suddenly stopped the mad dance of his hands. He rested his right hand next to the card on the right. "What's your guess?"

Xigbar considered the cards for a moment. "The one on your right!" he said, quite loudly, pointing his finger at it. Luxord flipped the card over, revealing the much sought after Queen of Hearts.

"You win…" the blonde said slowly. The people that bet on Luxord cursed fate and their luck, and walked away, along with the rest of the crowd, and Xigbar collected his 'winnings' and walked away. Two, however remained, watching Luxord put his cards away and fold up his table, still not noticing them.

"Heya Luxy!" said a bright voice, causing Luxord to look up in surprise.

"Demyx? Sa­ïx!" he asked in not too much surprise, but more fear than anything (it was Sa­ïx, after all). "So, the Superior finally decided to call us home?"

"Yes. You're to report to him immediately, along with Xigbar," Sa­ïx said, emotionlessly, as always.

"Hmm… How about I don't? I like it here," he protested. "Well, at least not yet. And, Xigbar should be back anyti--Yes, speak of the devil."

"Hey! Demyx, Sa­ïx! Didn't expect to see you guys here!" he spoke in his surfer-accent, while 'pounding it' with Demyx. "So, what's up?"

"Ya gotta come back to Castle Oblivion. Xemnas said so," Demyx shrugged.

"Whoa ho ho. No way. This place is great! And it's really easy to earn some quick money. No way am I going back."

"That's what I told them," Luxord said while beginning to walk away with his fold-up table. "I don't want to go back, either, Xigbar. There are casinos here."

"Not to mention an adult theatre, over by where the apartment is," Xigbar said, while nudging Sa­ïx. "I know for a fact, that you haven't gotten any since joining the Orga--"

"That's none of your conce--"

"Did you just say adult theatre?" Demyx asked, mouth hanging wide open. "They have those here?"

"Yes. That's one of Xigbar's favorite hang-outs. I'm sure the person selling the tickets every night probably thinks he's some kind of sex-crazed pervert, by now. Not that they'd be wrong, though," Luxord said over his shoulder, smiling, and beginning to walk off, towards the 6th Street Bridge. Xigbar was following.

"See ya later dudes! Gonna go 'home' and split up our earnings for the day!" he called over his shoulder.

"You two stop this instant!" Sa­ïx yelled. "You can't disobey Xemnas. I'd expect Number II of Organization XIII to know that!"

"I do know that, I just don't want to accept it," Xigbar said, stopped, and shrugged. "I mean, I respect the Superior and everything, but I really wanna go somewhere. Scouting out this world was the best thing ever."

"Yes, I agree. And coming with him was my best idea, yet," came from Luxord.

"Sa­ïx, this place sounds great," Demyx whispered to his partner. "I think we should stay here for a little while. Ya know, at least for a day…"

"Xemnas said to return immediately."

"Yeah, well. You can scout out the world, instead of them doing it. Take Xigbar's assignment, and our own. How 'bout that?" Demyx pled with him.

"I don't know…"

"C'mon! Just today and tomorrow…?" Demyx started pouting to get his way. The 'cuteness' of this act disgusted Sa­ïx. He decided to agree, just to get Demyx to stop. "Yeah! This is awesome!" He jumped up and down and hugged Sa­ïx, who quickly pushed him away, with an elbow in the stomach. "Umph!" Demyx clutched his poor injured tummy. Any fangirls wanna rub it and make it feel better for poaw widdle Demy?

"Don't touch me!" Sa­ïx growled.

"So, are you guys comin' or what?" asked The Freeshooter.

"If you are, you'd better hurry. I'm just going to put my table back at the apartment, then we're going to go eat," Luxord called from the beginning of the bridge.

"O, we're coming!" Demyx yelled, and he happily (as happy as a Nobody can be, that is) ran to Luxord and stood beside him; rocking back and forth on his feet while Luxord stood still. The two waited for Xigbar and Sa­ïx to catch up to them and then started walking to the apartment Luxord and Xigbar mentioned.

Ah ha. The almighty Chapter Three. That was long. I'm writing on page seven of Word Processor! I'm sure this is the longest chapter I've ever written...

I wasn't really sure how to dress Sa­ïx and Xigbar. I was actually gonna give Sa­ïx a trench coat and Xigbar a leather jacket, but figured that'd by going overboard. But I love Demyx's outfit, or, how I picture it in my head. Especially the shirt. I saw it at Wal-Mart the other day and thought it was so funny. So, I bought it… and now I'm a cross-dresser, because I have a guys' shirt. :D Okay, enough rambling. I thought the shirt fit Demyx's attitude, and Luxord's outfit fits his gentlemanly self. Yes, he'd look good in a black button up shirt. Enough rambling/explaining.

Review if ya would. Reviews are fun to read. .

The fourth installment probably won't be out as quickly as this one came. So sorry.