Jeez, I don't know what I can do to not make this seem like a yaoi. xD 'Cause no matter what, that whole apartment thing is gonna be taken wrong! lol Ennehways…

Scylla Desdemonia Ophelia: lol I guess you're not supposed to. They are the guys' shirts, but they're so much better than girls' shirts, so why not buy them, right? They're not really happy, they're just paid to be. :D

EliasDaemonwing: Thanks for the review, old bean. Jolly good show.

I do not own Kingdom Hearts and I never will. This makes me sad. Out of characterness is a must.

Yes, the Allegheny Center is real. Yes, the adult theatre that's close to it is real. Most anything else is probably not real, sadly, that's including the Organization members.

Warning: Small spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. Don't read the part after certain characters buy snacks, if you don't want that movie partially ruined for you, that is (if you haven't seen it and want to, I mean).

After Xigbar and Sa­ïx caught up with Demyx and Luxord, The Gambler of Fate led them to the apartment. I know what you're thinking. It's not like that. You only wish it was. They were living in Building 7 of the Allegheny Center. Across from this building, but with a park in between, was the adult theatre that they had spoken of earlier. Luxord continued to lead them onward, all the way up the stairs to the tenth floor, room 1022.

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"Dammit… There are so many stairs… Why'd ya hafta get a room so high up?" Demyx asked while panting.

"Hey dude, it's not our fault. He just rented an apartment and they put it all the way up here!" explained Xigbar.

"The only reason we're up so high," Luxord said while unlocking the door, "is because the rooms farther down on the building are taken up by college kids." He unlocked the door and stood holding it open with his hand, while still in the hallway. "This building, well the lower levels of it, along with Building 8, for kids over twenty-one, is their dormitory." The small group entered the room.

When first entering, there was a wall separating two rooms: the kitchen on the left of the entrance, and a living room to the right. Behind the kitchen, was a small sitting, with a table, that was also connected to the living room. In the living room was a futon, up against the wall separating the room from the kitchen. There was a window and a sliding door on the back wall of the apartment, where a small balcony was located. On the right wall of the living room was a small walkway, with a closet at the back of it, with two closed doors on either side of the closet.

"You're living here?" Sa­ïx asked, raising his eyebrow. "This is a little small. You gave up living in Castle Oblivion for this? Xigbar, your room alone was four times the size of this, and that's only the upstairs that I'm speaking of."

"Your point?" asked The Freeshooter. Luxord was busy putting his fold-up table away in the room to the closet's left, what was most likely a bedroom.

"You should come back to the Organization," Sa­ïx said flatly.

"As if! I don't want t--Demyx! Don't touch that! Do you know how much it cost?" The younger member was playing with a computer that was set up by the sliding door. He looked up from his game of Spider Solitaire.

"Whaaaaat? I'm not doing anything!" he whined, as Xigbar walked over and started pulling him away by the back of his shirt. "OW! Stop! You're pulling my haaaaaair!"

"It's not my fault you have some kind of… mullet? mohawk thing? for a haircut," he said as he pulled the younger over to the door, where he and Sa­ïx were waiting before the distraction.

"It's called a 'mul-hawk'. I made it up myself!" Demyx said brightly, causing Sa­ïx to roll his eyes; he was about to say something to Demyx about his intelligence level when Luxord emerged from the other room.

"Alright, I'm ready to leave. Who wants food?" he asked, being a gentleman as always. Xigbar shrugged, Sa­ïx crossed his arms and remained silent, and Demyx jumped up and down out of (what would have been) joy (if he wasn't a Nobody). "So, just Demyx?" Nobody said anything, except Demyx, who said he wanted jelly beans. "I guess that means we don't have to eat or anything, then."

"But I'm hungry!" the youngest whined.

Luxord sighed. "Demyx, we're Nobodies, we don't need to eat, we only do it because it tastes good. You can't be hungry; food doesn't affect us."

"Then why do you only drink fat-free, sugar-free smoothies instead of regular ones?" Xigbar muttered to Luxord, who only supplied him with a sheepish grin as an answer, meaning he had bad taste and liked them, not because his doctor said he had high-blood sugar.

"You still have three bags of cookies in your backpack, anyways," Sa­ïx pointed out, bluntly.

"So? I want jelly beans, now."

"Well, I could really go for some gummi bears, too… How 'bout we go for a movie or something? I heard there's some movie about pirates playing," suggested Xigbar, while pulling his eye patch out of his pocket and holding it up. "Arrrr."

"That's not even funny, Xigbar," Luxord told him. "Well, personally, I'm up for anything… as long as it's not some porno-pirate movie that you're talking about," he said, while eyeing Xigbar.

"No, no. It's not. Although, they could make it into one… with a title like it has and all…" he replied, while smirking.

"You're so clever," replied the elder blonde.

"Well, I thought it was funny," Xigbar mumbled, then brightened. "So, who's up for a movie?" he asked while spreading his arms for emphasis.

"I am!" Demyx responded loudly. "And Sa­ïx knows that he wants to go, so let's just leave!"

"I do not want to go see a movie. I'm going to follow through with the mission: scout out this world and bring you two runaways home," he said, pointing at Numbers II and X. "Any questions?" They shook their heads, before Luxord spoke up. He was getting used to being around Sa­ïx, which meant his fear of him was gradually diminishing.

"How about this, Sa­ïx: Demyx, Xigbar, and I go see a movie, and you go scout out the world. Sound good to you?" he asked. Sa­ïx thought for a moment before deciding.

"Fine. Go see your pathetic movie. I'll do my job, what the Superior asks of me," he said before getting Xigbar's key to the room and stalking off, like he always does.

"Yeah, be sure you get his latté with extra whipped cream this time!" Demyx called after him. He received the 'highway salute' in answer and just giggled to himself. He turned to Luxord and Xigbar. "Sooo, we're gonna go see a movie?"

"Apparently so," Luxord stated. With that said, they left the room, but taking the elevator instead of the stairs, since none of the irritating college students were currently using it. They got down on the first floor at about the same time as Sa­ïx, but he just ignored them and went about the mission alone.

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Sa­ïx wandered the streets of Pittsburgh, taking in his surroundings as Xigbar should have done two weeks before. It seemed there were no Heartless… but maybe they were there after all. Yeah, they were. They're called 'assholes driving around in the big cities' and gang members, and lawyers, of course. Yes, lawyers were Heartless, bloodsucking bastards. Sa­ïx guessed he needed to make more of those, but law school was just too expensive! O, yeah, he was walking the streets, currently.

He'd decided to put his Organization coat-thing back on, because he felt naked without it; though, he wasn't really naked, just in the minds of sick, twisted Sa­ïx fangirls. O, you guys are sick. Sa­ïx was receiving strange looks from people who probably thought he was a flasher, but they kept their thoughts to themselves. After walking for awhile, he stopped at a Starbucks. He was gonna get himself a smoothie. The Luna Diviner walked up to the counter.

"Hello sir. How may I help you?" came the lazy drawl of the girl behind the counter. His first thought was: She's even more emo than Zexion She had the classic 'emo glasses', and eyes ringed with so much black eyeliner that she was beginning to resemble a raccoon. She had dark burgundy lipstick (which left stains on her teeth) and a pastie complexion. Her black, choppy hair, didn't do much for making her look too lively, either, as it just made her look even more pallid. In her hair, she wore random Barbie™ barrettes, probably thinking that it would make her some kind of individual, but we all know that those don't exist anymore. On her annorexically thin wrists she wore black and white checkered bracelets, which she used to 'hide' random slash marks on her wrists, which healed after a few days and never left scars. She was hardcore emo. Sa­ïx just thought she looked pathetic, but kept his comments to himself.

"I'd like a strawberry banana smoothie. Preferably, the fat-free, sugar-free kind," he ordered calmly.

"We don't have strawberry banana. Read the menu. We only have chai tea and passion fruit tea or whatever. I don't know," she said in an exasperated sigh. "Order something else... Your scar is sexy, by the way… Scars are really sexy…"

Sa­ïx stared at her, blank for a moment, then he responded. "Just get me the passion fruit smoothie." She did, then he had more to say. "You like scars, right?" She nodded vigorously. "Yes, then maybe when you cut yourself you should cut more deeply. Really. No one wants you here, just end it. Your parents hate you, don't they? They buy you anything you want, but they still hate you, right?" She nodded again, this time more slowly and with a morose look on her face. "You have a nice life, but you hate it?" More nodding. "Everyone around you is fake?" More nodding; he really did understand her. "Then the answer is suicide. Life seems just too unbearable, no one really cares. They won't miss you. Just end it."

"You're right! Thank you! All my life, I've been blind and you've finally give me hope, answers! I'll never forget you!" she said as he was walking away. He knew she wouldn't forget him, after all, she only had a few more hours left. How can you forget someone that quickly, especially when they're the person that pushed you over the edge? He walked out, smiling, under the golden sun of the afternoon. She'd make a wonderful heartless; she was, in reality, almost there, anyways.

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Luxord, Demyx, and Xigbar walked into a theatre (no, not the adult theatre!), that was in downtown Pittsburgh on Grant Street, because I said so. Even though there is no such theatre, but Grant Street is real. But that's beside the point. The point is, they went into a theatre. Demyx bought the tickets, because the girl selling them looked about the same age as he did, and he thought she was sexaaaay.

"Hey, babe, three tickets for Pirates (the shortened term for the movie's name)," he said, while leaning on the counter and batting his eyelashes at her, 'cause that's what he does. She wasn't Marluxia, though, so this time it was orthodox. She giggled.

"Lyke, sure! That'll be twenty-one dollars, cash only!" she said brightly, while twirling her hair around her fingertips.

"Aww, come on. You're cute, cantcha give me a discount?" he grinned at her, while taking out his wallet.

"Sorry, hun, I don't swing that way," she said sweetly and smiled at him, while holding out her hand. "Twenty-one dollars."

Demyx looked stunned. "Not even a little bit?" he asked, referring to the way her door swung. "It doesn't swing the other way, at all?"

"Nope."

"Then why'd ya flirt with me?" he whined, while handing her the money, and receiving three tickets for the movie in return.

"I wasn't. I was just laughing at how clueless you were," she replied, smiling, still. "Have a nice day and enjoy the movie!" she said as Demyx walked back to Luxord and Xigbar. The two had silently watched the entire conversation, laughing to themselves and making rude comments about his attempt at flirting.

"That went smoothly," Xigbar said to Demyx, smirking and suppressing laughter.

"Yes, real nice job at flirting," Luxord agreed. "Thanks for paying for the tickets, too. You just saved me seven dollars. I can buy some smoothies with that saved money."

"Shut up. Xigbar, you're a prick. Luxord, you're a gentleman, but sometimes you can be a prick just like Xigbar," he muttered. "Let's just get our snacks and watch the stupid movie." Demyx's spirit was not just broken, but shattered. Well, that is, until he saw that they had a certain sour/sweet candy, when they got over to the snack counter.

"O my gawd¡one! They have Sour Patch Kids™!" he said excitedly, to his two 'friends'. The guy/kid at the counter, selling the snacks, just gave him a strange look.

"Yeah… we do sell them… most theatres do… Does that mean you want some?" he asked.

"Damn straight! I'll have three bags!" Demyx said while taking a twenty out of his wallet and throwing it at the kid. "O, yeah, I'll have a large root beer, too. With no ice," he added quickly.

"I need fourteen more dollars, dude," the snack-guy said, so Demyx gladly took more money out of his wallet and gave it to him. Anything to get him some Sour Patch Kids™.

Luxord ordered next. "Hello, yes, I'll just have some buttered popcorn, no salt, and a medium lemonade, also without ice," he said politely, in his accented voice. He gave the boy twenty-seven dollars and stood by Demyx, waiting for Xigbar.

"Theatre food and snacks sure are expensive," he said to the younger.

"Ishhhh it?" Demyx asked, while eating some of his candy.

Luxord rolled his eyes at him. "It's impolite to speak while you have food in your mouth, and yes, it is," he said, taking a sip of his lemonade, and then noticed Xigbar walking towards them. He was carrying two snack carriers: one with nachos, a large Icee™, and a bag of Reese's Bites™, the other with a large bag of popcorn, two bags of Sour Patch Kids™, and a small drink. Demyx stared wide-eyed and Luxord rolled his eyes, for the second time in one paragraph.

"Dudes, do you even know how much I paid for all this?" he asked as he walked over to them.

"At least forty dollars?" Luxord asked.

"Eh, about forty-nine. So, you guys ready for this movie?"

"I sure am! And, look! I've got my favorite kind of candy! These are even better than jelly beans!" Demyx said happily. Luxord nodded to Xigbar, and the three went into the theatre. They sat in the middle of the theatre, which was about half-way full. And then, the movie started. At the part of the movie where Tia Dalma is explaining to Jack Sparrow about Davey Jones, Demyx had an episode, and it went a little something like this.

"OH MY GAWD! DAVEY JONES IS A NOBODY!" he stood up and shrieked, in the middle of the movie. He scared Luxord into dropping some of his popcorn on the floor, and Xigbar spit some of his Icee™ out into the hair of the woman in front him. Luckily, she was too busy making a rude face at Demyx to notice.

Luxord pulled the other Nobody back into his seat. "Davey Jones is not a Nobody, now by quiet!" he hissed in his ear.

"But he doesn't have a he--"

"I said be quiet!" Luxord reiterated. In reality, he was being a gentleman, for what he did helped the other people in the theatre concentrate on the movie, and not Demyx's stupidity. "The only time there's a Nobody in Port Royal is when I'm there, and I am not there, so he's not a Nobody. Now, just sit still and watch the rest of the movie," he whispered/hissed as Demyx began to pout.

The end of the movie caused another outburst from Demyx, as Barbossa delivered the last line of the movie. "So, tell me, what's become of my ship?" he asked before biting into an apple, when the end credits began playing.

"WHAT? THEY'RE ENDING IT LIKE THIS?" Demyx yelled, before Xigbar poked his kidney extra hard. "Ow! Xigbar? What the fu--"

"Demyx," Luxord said, while clapping a hand over the younger blonde's mouth, "don't say words like that. There are children around." He gestured towards the children of the woman who got Xigbar's Icee™ in her hair. "Come on. We should go back to the apartment, Sa­ïx might be waiting. And if he's not, well, we can play… cawds," Luxord said deviously. And so, they left the theatre, and started their trek back to the apartment.

I was a little unsure about writing today, but that part with the theatre made me laugh when I wrote it, though, I'd had the idea for the longest time.

Sorry if I offended anyone with that whole emo girl-suicide thing. I don't agree with suicide, it's not the answer. Don't flame me for that, only flame if you think the story's bad. 'Kay?

Yes, I know, I exaggerated the prices of snacks at movie theatres, but they are really expensive, and you can't really do anything but agree with me. Well, they are cheap at this one theatre that I live close to, but that's a local theatre, not a chain.

Review, maybe?

Okay, I'm sure the next one won't be out so quickly… 'cause I'm gonna be busy tomorrow… Unless I start it tonight, which I won't, but whatever. Hope ya enjoyed this, although I'm not too sure you did… because I don't like this chapter too much. xD