Mmmm… Chapter Six. Emo bashing (sort of), blood, and many appearances of the curse word 'fuck'.

And, I wanted to thank everyone. 1,100 hits on Missing Cards, and 500+ on this. Thanks. :D

torrential: Makes me happy that that part made you laugh. Thanks for reviewing.

Scylla Desdemonia Ophelia: Of course! Demyx is just too… giddy to be emo! Hmmm… Never really thought of Luxord being Dulor; I actually thought more along the lines of Lurod or Rould/Ruold. It really cooks my muffins knowing the glomping made you laugh. Don't ask about that muffin thing right there…

Guavi: Yeah! Screw whatever the world says! Yeah, I figured you meant one-thousand and not ten. I saw someone with a blue mohawk on Saturday while shopping for school supplies, and it made me giggle. It's hard not to stare at stuff like that, though. Of course I have to put 'cawds' in. It's basically my trademark; well, not really, but I'll say it is! lmao! My ex-friend said I looked like the chick from The Ring, too, when it was raining and he was flashing a lighter on and off. That freaked me out. Back when that movie still scared me. But, I'm rambling. I tend to do that, as you most likely noticed from my e-mails and such. Fun talking to you! And thank you so much for the link to the Chain of Memories manga!

Fuhrer Allie: I replied to this in an e-mail, but I just wanted to say thank you! And I really have fun talking to you and such. Why'd I type talking when we're not really talking? Gotta love rhetorical questions.

two-bite-brownies: Knowing you love my story makes my day! Well, part of it. It made me happy, at the least. Glad that you think it's one of the better Luxord stories. :D Of course I have to write more; I don't want to leave an unfinished story, just because I hate it so much when people do that! Grr. Anyways, thanks!

You caught me. I really do own Kingdom Hearts and anything Kingdom Hearts related. Out of character characters! Stupid thing won't let me add rulers! Grr!

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We last left off with everyone's four favorite Nobodies (well, not really), Luxord, Xigbar, Demyx, and Sa­ïx, leaving the apartment and going on their way to a bar. But, this is no ordinary bar they're going to: it's a bar with culture! Shall I explain? Yes, of course I shall! The bar is a coffee shop, too. So there are a bunch of emo kids, too, and not just a bunch of lushes. That should make it interesting for certain Nobodies. As I was typing, the foursome were on their way to the bar.

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Luxord just finished buttoning up his shirt as they stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor. As they stepped out of the elevator, some random college girls were checking Demyx out, so he winked at them in return. "Demyx, stop. You're calling too much attention to us. It's suspicious," Luxord told him.

The younger blonde looked at him with a pout on his face. "But, Luxy, it's not my fault I'm so sexy. They just seem to be drawn to me…"

"If you are so sexy, then why did so many of 'em hit you with their purses earlier?" Xigbar asked, looking behind him to make the comment to Demyx. The Melodious Nocturne just crossed his arms and scoffed in answer., and was silent for some length of time bordering on five minutes. Then he spoke.

"So, uh, Luxord, Xigbar, where exactly are we going?" he asked.

Luxord turned to look at him. "We're going to this bar called 'The Beehive', but it's a combination coffee house thing, for kids like you. It's on the Southside."

"But that's all the way that way!" Demyx said, pointing to 'the Southside'. "Do we gotta cross another bridge to get to it?" he whined.

"Be quiet, Number IX," Sa­ïx mumbled. "You're giving me a headache."

"We don't get headaches, Sa­ïx! You know that! 'We are impervious to physical pains, such as fatigue and tummy aches'!" Demyx recited. "Or, at least that's what the manual says, I think," he said, while pulling out of his back pocket, the back pocket version of 'The Manual'. He opened it up to Chapter Four, Section C, Column Three. "Yeah, right here. That's exactly what it says!"

"Tummy aches?" Luxord asked skeptically.

"Yes! It says 'tummy aches'!" Demyx replied.

"Okay…"

"How'd we get to this topic again?" asked The Freeshooter.

"I don't know… But if you scroll up a few lines, you can find out!" Demyx said gleefully, as if he thought what he said was delightfully clever or something.

Luxord scrolled up a few lines and read back over the conversation. "O, yes, I remember. It had to do with Sa­ïx saying he had a head ache," he pointed out.

"O yeah…" Xigbar and Demyx said in unison. The small group of Nobody's walked in silence for a few minutes. Then, Sa­ïx broke the silence.

"Why don't we just use a portal to get there? This unnecessary walk is taking too long for my liking," he said. The other three shrugged.

"Well, actually… I don't exactly know why!" Luxord said nervously, his fear of Sa­ïx shining through.

"Then one of you two open one up. Since only you two know the way," he commanded.

"Good idea, Sa­ïx! I always knew you were smart!" Demyx cheered him, as Luxord opened a portal and they all walked through.

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Just like with the portal that landed Sa­ïx and Demyx in Pittsburgh, the portal that led to The Beehive opened in an alley, a block down from their destination. There were a few drunk homeless people that started yelling stuff about 'people coming out of walls' and 'it's the government's fault' in the alley, but they were disposed of immediately, by cards cutting their necks open, spilling their blood over the asphalt of the alley. What a pleasant surprise.

"Luxord, you're a jerk!" Demyx hissed at the card-throwing Brit.

"What ever are you talking about, Demyx?" he asked, shocked and seemingly hurt.

"What do you think I'm talking about? You just killed five innocent people, that smelled like piss, but that's beside the point, and you did it for no reason!" he exclaimed loudly, tossing his hands in the air.

"Don't even pretend to care," Luxord retorted calmly and carelessly. "Besides, as far as I care, I was doing all of them, and the world, a favor," he said, shrugging him off.

"And how do you figure that?" Xigbar asked, crossing his arms and turning to Luxord

"Well, just think. With them being dead, their lives won't get any worse than they already were, and the world is less populated and there's less alcohol being consumed by them," he explained further. "You know, even though it was only just cheap beer that they drank."

"You always have an excuse," Sa­ïx told him, before turning and walking out of the alley. "Now, which way is this place you wanted to take us to?"

Xigbar emerged by Sa­ïx's side, outside of the alley. "Well, ya see those big blue and green and orange funky letters?" he asked while pointing to their left where an overhang said 'The Beehive', and Sa­ïx nodded. "That's where we're going."

Sa­ïx snorted. "It looks tacky."

"You sound like Larxene, man!" Xigbar said while clapping him on the shoulder. "I promise you, it's not as bad as it looks from the outside. Plus, they've got the best lattés and vodka in town!" Sa­ïx shrugged Xigbar's hand off of his shoulder.

"Don't touch me, Number II," he said simply, before making his way towards The Beehive.

"Whatever, man," Xigbar said to himself (since Sa­ïx wasn't listening), before going after him. Luxord and Demyx looked at each other and shrugged, before following suit. The four Nobodies walked down the street and entered the restaurant. Inside, on the right was a (strangely clean) bar, with classic bar stools lining the front of it. To the left was a large sitting area, some tables closer to the front, and a pool table, but more towards the back were couches and arm chairs and coffee tables. This was where the emo/goth kids sat at. At the very back of the restaurant was a small stage, where a girl, that looked curiously similar to the one Sa­ïx told to kill her self, sat on a stool reading tragic teenage poetry.

"This is the 'lovely bar' you wanted to take us too?" Sa­ïx asked incredulously. "Do you know how much I can't stand 'emo' kids? Half of the whole goddamn restaurant is emo kids," he said monotonously. Funny how Sa­ïx can be aggravated, but still remain completely calm.

"I'm sorry?" Luxord asked. "But, hey, it's as Xigbar here said, they've got the best lattés and whiskey in town." He then walked over to the bar and sat down on a bar stool, near the end closest to the door. Sa­ïx did the same and sat down next to him. Xigbar, still standing next to Demyx, shrugged (there seems to be a lot of that going on in this chapter) at the musician and also sat down at the bar, on the other side of Luxord.

Demyx, instead of sitting down at the bar, trotted his silly little self over to the couch in front of the stage and listened to the emo and goth kids read their depressing poetry, and watched some random lush go up onto stage and try to sing a horrible rendition of Michael Jackson's Thriller. He tried to stifle his laughter at the horrible misuse of words in the poetry, and the way the drunk accidentally squeezed himself too hard, when he grabbed his crotch. Yeah, Demyx's whole 'not laughing' plan didn't work. Instead, he burst out into a fit of giggles, right when some random emo girl was ending her limerick about life being meaningless and dull. He was wondering how you could possibly write a limerick about that, but somehow she pulled it off. Wait, no, limericks are supposed to be funny. O, yeah, it all fits. Other emo and goth kids eyed him evilly as he sat on the couch, doubled over in hysterical laughter, then, instead of giggles.

"What the fuck do you think you're laughing at!" the girl on stage screamed at Demyx. "What's so funny, fag-boy!"

"Yo--heh! Your po--poetry!" he stuttered out through laughter, while holding his stomach.

"What's so fucking funny about my fucking life?" she screamed, saying each curse word as if she'd never said it before in her life.

Demyx settled down a little and replied. "Maybe it's the fact that your life is really, heheh, not that bad."

"How do you know?" she pouted, bringing out a razorblade and slashing her wrist open, while she was still standing on the stage. Demyx gaped at this display, but was still smiling. She cut her wrist a few more times, until there was a small puddle of blood, pooling around the microphone stand, on the stage.

"Wow, your life must suck if you want to do that," he told her sarcastically, just before she fainted from blood loss. The audience clapped at the graphic display of blood. A member of the stage crew walked onto the stage and dragged the girl's body off.

"Hey! Denise! Can we get a mop and bucket up here?" he called to a girl at the edge of the bar, drinking a cappuccino. "One of the little fuckers decided to off herself on stage again," he indicated with his thumb to the pool of blood, when the girl, Denise, looked up.

"What the fuck?" she asked, her face becoming contorted with anger. "Why the fuck do they have to come here and kill themselves? Can't they go to fucking Starbucks?" she asked herself, while picking up the mop and bucket that were so conveniently placed by stage, in case of emergency. Yes, the cursing is deliberate and for comical purposes only. Focus is back on the three Nobodies at the bar.

Luxord sipped his martini. "So, it looks as if Demyx got one of the emo kids to kill herself." Xigbar averted his eyes from the barmaid's bust, and looked at Luxord, without turning his head.

"Yip." He took a small swallow of his screwdriver.

"Tell me," Sa­ïx said, downing his shot of whiskey, "does this sort of thing happen often here?"

"Pretty much," replied the Brit, quite apathetically, might I add.

"O. Okay, then. Miss," Sa­ïx said to the woman serving drinks, "I'd like a full bottle of your highest quality whiskey."

"Do you know how much that costs?" she asked him.

"It doesn't matter. I can pay," he replied, handing her a fifty. "Keep any change." With that, she brought him what he asked for. "This is going to be a long night," he said, to no one in particular, while taking a long drink of the alcoholic beverage.

"You know you can't get drunk off of that, dude, right?" Xigbar asked.

"I know. But the alcohol comforts my nerves." Back to Demyx.

He was currently checking out Denise, as she cleaned up the spilt blood. Then he turned his excitement to his 'friends'. He ran over to them, and stopped by Xigbar, and started talking to them. "Hey, guys, did you just see what I did and/or caused to happen?" he asked, enthusiastically while grinning.

"Yes, I'm sure everyone in the restaurant saw what you just did and/or caused to happen," Luxord replied, bored.

"Dude, that was great! I'm so proud of you! Growing up to be just like old Xigbar," said Number II, while 'pounding it' with Demyx and pretending to wipe a tear of joy from the corner of his eye.

"Yes. Of course. We all saw it. Now leave," Sa­ïx said, waving Demyx off.

"Sa­ïx, you don't always have to be such an ass to me," Demyx told him, crossing his arms. "Besides, I think I'm gonna do karaoke anyway!" Sa­ïx choked on his whiskey. "Yeah, I'm excited, too, Sa­ïx!" he said, before running over to Denise, who'd just sat down by her cappuccino again. He said something to her, and she smiled while nodding; then he pranced onto the stage.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to hate him in about three seconds?" Sa­ïx asked the other two Nobodies he was sitting with.

"Because you are," Luxord replied easily. Sa­ïx sighed and took another swig of his whiskey.

Demyx positioned himself on stage, and smiled at the three figures sitting at the bar, not facing him. Don't worry, guys, you'll be paying attention soon enough, he thought and then smirked. He looked at Denise as she gave him the thumb's up, signaling his song was set to play, and he smiled at her. Just before the music started, Demyx made a short speech.

"Hey, everybody! Can I have your attention, please?" he said rather loudly into the microphone. The audience, including Xigbar, looked at him, with mild interest. "Yeah, I just wanted to say that this song is dedicated to my hope and my inspiration, my good friend Sa­ïx." The mentioned Nobody gripped his bottle of whiskey tightly, and glanced at Demyx out of the corner of his eye, while the boy on stage had both Luxord and Xigbar's full attention. "Though, I'm hoping that after this song, we'll be more than just good friends…" Demyx grinned sheepishly at the audience, where there was a resounding "Awww" heard, and then he glanced at Sa­ïx and smirked. Luxord and Xigbar just grinned back at him. Sa­ïx, though, was gripping the bottle so tightly that it burst and the woman attending the bar had to bring him a new one. "Yeah, so this song is for Sa­ïx, the blue-haired hottie sitting at the bar!" Demyx said, while pointing. He winked at Denise who then started the music. The beginning of Why Can't I? by Liz Phair began to play.

Demyx started singing.

"Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you (hardly know you)
It's just like we were meant to be," he sang, while moving slightly with the music and making the proper facial expressions.

At the bar, Sa­ïx sat, glaring at the counter-top. Luxord patted him on the back. "Hey, cheer up! At least we don't have feelings so you can't be embarrassed!" he consoled.

"I don't give a fuck!" Sa­ïx spat at him.

"Temper, temper mate," the blonde replied, while taking a sip of his martini.

"Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it."

"Yeah, man. You shouldn't even care. You don't have anger, and you can't be embarrassed, like Luxy already said," Xigbar told him.

"And I already said that that I don't give a fuck!"

"Psht. Whatever. But, hey… ya know what the worst part of this is?" Xigbar asked the other two, as Luxord looked at him in response. "The worst part is, is that he makes that song sound good," he said, and then started cackling manically.

"Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you."

"I'm going to fucking kill him," Sa­ïx mumbled to himself, while taking a long drink of the whiskey he ordered. "That's what I'm going to do, kill him."

"Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me-
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you? (whenever I think about you, whenever I think about you, whenever I think about you, whenever I think about you...)"

Demyx finished, receiving loads of applause from the audience. He bowed and walked over to Sa­ïx, smiling happily. He got down on one knee and looked up at Sa­ïx. "Sa­ïx, I've always wanted to say this, but, had kept it inside for so long. Right now, just seems like the right time to ask it, though… Sa­ïx, will you be my boyfriend?" Sa­ïx immediately tried to break his bottle of whiskey on Demyx's head, but he dodged the swing of the bottle and laughed. "I was gonna sing that to Xigbar, but I figured you would be even madder than him, and you'd be easier to bother, so I dedicated it to you, Sa­ïx!" he said, gleefully.

"I hate you. Burn in Hell." was all Sa­ïx said to him.

"O dear, I think I pissed him off, guys!" Demyx said, while striking a clueless position. "I wonder how I ever did that…"

"Let's think, Demyx, it could be because you sang that horrid song to him, in front of a crowd of emo kids and drunks," Luxord stated.

Demyx sat down by Xigbar for a short while. "That was great, man! Right now, you're probably my favorite member of Organization XIII!" Xigbar told him.

"Great!"

"I'm just glad you didn't sing anything to me, dude. I woulda shot cher ass, while you were still on stage," he said, grinning.

"O--Oo… That's… Okay…" Demyx replied. "Actually… that was really fun… I think I might do it again! Yeah! I'm gonna go sing more karaoke!" he said, before, once again, prancing off to the stage. He knocked the emo boy that was up there off of the stage, and onto a table where he broke a ceramic mug and was impaled in the kidney by the shards. He started screaming, and howling in pain, before being dragged out of the restaurant by the previous stage hand, to die in the street. Demyx sat down on the stool, stuck his had in the air, and his sitar appeared. He then started a new speech.

"Hey, everybody, it's me again. I'm here to play another song for all of ya, so appreciate it!" he said into the microphone. Luxord and Xigbar turned to look at him, along with the rest of the audience. "This song, I'd like to dedicate to Luxord, mainly, but also sort of Xigbar." The two mentioned Nobodies' eyes enlarged and their jaws hung agape, while staring at Demyx. Sa­ïx turned to look at Luxord and Xigbar; his mood lightened somewhat, at the thought of the two being shamed as much as he had been. Something different happened. He started strumming the opening chords to the song he was about to play, and kept repeating them while finishing. "Yeah, I just wanted this song to go out to them, because they, mainly Luxord, just wanted to get away from home. But we'd really like them both back home," he said, completely serious, for once in his existance. Then, he started to sing.

"She got out of town
On a railway New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on Broadway

There's some things in this world
You just can't change
Some things you can't see
Until it gets too late

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
And maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home."

"Hey, Sa­ïx, our song's better than yours," Xigbar teased, and was flipped off. They were silent through part of the next verse until Xigbar spoke again. "Did you guys ever wonder how he can play so many songs, when he's only got three cords on his damn sitar?"

"All the time," was Luxord's reply.

"Let that city take you in
Let that city spit you out
Let that city take you down
For God's sake turn around

Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
and Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home

Yeah, come on home
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Come on home."

He finished the song and hopped off stage, sitar disappearing as he did so. Demyx ran over to the bar and plopped down on the stool next to Xigbar. "So, how'd you two like your song?"

"You played a song that I actually ended up liking," Luxord told him, while finishing off his martini. "I'll have another, please," he told the woman, who immediately prepared it for him. He took the olive and toothpick out of his drink and sucked on it (the olive) for a few seconds before talking to Demyx. "So, why'd you do that, Demyx?"

"I dunno! Just felt like it! I want you guys back at the castle, anyways. There's nobody to play cawds with, anymore!" he replied.

"Would you like anything, sir?" the woman at the counter asked Demyx.

"Uh, just a caramel cappuccino, that's all. Double-shot of flavor, please," he said politely. She quickly fetched it for him, and he licked the foam off the top once he got it.

"Demyx, you're a weird kid," Xigbar told him, and then took a long drink of his screwdriver.

"Yesh, I know. But you still love me!" he replied, taking a drink of his cappuccino and burning his tongue on it. "Fuck me in a taxi cab! That's freaking hot!" he screamed, but then settled down, ordering a glass of ice to accompany the cappuccino. "So, you guys liked the song I played?" The two nodded. "Good!"

"I hope you know, Demyx, that just because we liked the song, this doesn't mean we're not going to send out those pictures anymore. We're still going to," Luxord assured him, before biting the olive off the toothpick and eating it.

"Aww, jeez, man…" Demyx pouted. "This is gonna be a long night…" And so, it was. Demyx sang more songs on stage, such as The Bad Touch and So Yesterday. Xigbar sang some songs, too, mainly to spite Luxord, who would not spot him twenty dollars for more booze. O, yeah, his songs were Just the Girl and London Bridge (Fergie's new accursed song that can drive even the strongest person insane; my ears bleed, but I digress). Sa­ïx mainly kept to himself and his drinking the rest of the night; wishing so badly that he was home at Castle Oblivion, snuggled up by his fireplace, reading a touching romance novel, all the while drinking a fat-free, sugar-free smoothie. By the end of the night (and chapter), everyone thought that there was Luxord/Xigbar and Sa­ïx/Demyx lovin' goin' on.

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Hmmm… Only took me five hours. Hope you liked it. Sorry if reading 'fuck' so many times bothered you. It was mostly for humor, and making fun of how much people actually say it, especially when it's not needed in a sentence. Yeah, like it ever is needed.

Review if ya would.

Songs (mentioned and 'sung'):

Thriller--Michael Jackson

Why Can't I?--Liz Phair

Bright Lights--Matchbox 20 (It's on TV right now! I've been wishing for this all day!)

The Bad Touch--Bloodhound Gang

So Yesterday--Hillary Duff

Just the Girl--The Click Five

London Bridge--Fergie

Yes, Fergie's song is as terrible as described in the chapter. Yes, it does make me want to be like the girl on stage that killed herself. Yes, it will make your ears bleed.

I just recently started thinking that Demyx would sing Matchbox 20, so I put it in the story. Do ya'll approve? 'Cause I think it fits him a whole lot better than Fall Out Boy (I've seen him sing that in stories). No offense; I love Fall Out Boy, in fact, I'm listening to them right now. I just think Matchbox 20 fits him more. Okay. Done! Bye:D

PS. The Beehive is real, but it's not like described. It's just a coffee house, not a bar, as far as I know. And it is on the Southside of Pittsburgh. Yeah.

PPS/PSS (whichever). No, I do not mean any offense to any emo kid that happens to stumble upon this story. Nothing was meant to offend; however, I'm not sorry if you did get offended. So there. Sorry if lyrics are wrong, too.