Rawr. Second installment. I forgot to mention, the Org. members will probably seem out of character, too, because I never got to play Chain of Memories, so, sorry about that. And, I'm not sure if Castle Oblivion was in The World That Never Was, so I just put it there. I also don't know the setup of the castle, so I made my own and added stuff that probably wasn't there in the game. So there, bitches.

missgoo93: Thanks for the honesty. I didn't think it was that good, either. :D

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Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own Kingdom Hearts. It'd be nice if I did, though.

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As we last left off, Luxord had just exited Marluxia's (terribly organized) room. He was on his way to the room of, none other than Number IX, The Melodious Nocturne. But most people like to call him Demyx. On Friday nights, though, he's known as Roy, to his poker buddies in Twilight Town, but none of the other Nobodies know this. He's secretly training to become better than Luxord is at poker. But that's a story for another time. Back to the actual story.

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Luxord was so caught up in his search for his cards that he almost knocked on his own door, when he reached the tenth floor. Instead, he shook his head and smiled slightly to himself, then continued on his way to the next room. Down the stairs was Demyx's room. Also on this floor of Castle Oblivion were some snack machines. Just in case any of the members got hungry on their way up the stairs and wanted something. The prices were outrageous, though. There was a second set of machines on the fourth floor, and a third set in the lobby on the ground floor. Yes, a lobby.

Snacks aside, Luxord knocked on Demyx's door. Remember, he's a gentleman. He could hear the higher ranked Nobody playing a song with his sitar, but then stop when he heard the knock.

"What!"

"It's Luxord. May I come in?"

"Meh… sure, whatever." Demyx then started playing the song from before. The song was Taking Back Sunday's You're So Last Summer, off of their CD Tell All Your Friends. Nothing like advertising one of your favorite bands, right? The author will express her confusion with the next question. How can Demyx play a song on his sitar, when he's only got three cords? Beginning of Smoke on the Water, maybe? Happy day!

Luxord rolled his eyes when he walked in. "I don't see why you play that garbage. Why not play a classic, like Stairway to Heaven or Penny Lane, or something by The Rolling Stones?"

Demyx stopped playing and looked up at Luxord. "You just don't like Taking Back Sunday because they're not British. It's not the fact that the song isn't a 'classic' yet. Trust me, ten years from now, this song will be a classic, and everyone will love it like they love Stairway to Heaven; except not that much... You're just racist… against American bands and music!" The younger blonde man, with hair that was a strange combination between a really wide mohawk and a mullet (a 'mul-hawk'), stuck his tongue out at Luxord and then started playing You Really Got Me, a hit by The Kinks. "British enough for ya? Classic enough for ya?" he asked Luxord, sarcastically.

"Sure. It doesn't really matter, now, though, as I'm not here to comment on what songs you play or how well you play them." The younger blonde looked up with a slightly irritated look on his face. "I'm here to know if you've taken my last deck of cawds, and if you have taken them, I want them now," Luxord stated calmly, after all, he's a gentleman. Getting sick of that, yet? Good.

Demyx stared at him for about two seconds, pausing the playing of the song to do so, then went back to playing. "Nope, haven't seen them. Which also means that I didn't take them. You've asked me every time your cards have disappeared, and I don't like it! Why do you always blame me? It's rude!" Demyx whined.

"I don't. I ask everyone. Except for Saïx… That man gives me the willies," Luxord said, rubbing his left arm and looking over his shoulder, in a manner that very much suggested paranoia.

The younger man laughed at him and set his instrument down. "Yeah, same here. Ever since I put that piece of chalk in his coffee, he's been kind of icy towards me, even though that's Vexen's job," he said with a shrug,both at the conversation and the (bad) pun. "I might have some idea of who took them... Well, more a guess, than anything... IT WAS AXEL!one!"

"Yeah, I figured that in the first place. But Marluxia also said that Xigbar seemed… excited about something, so it may have been him. Either way… Wait, that was you that put the chalk in Number VII's coffee?"

The blonde musician nodded, while grinning slyly. "Have you asked Saïx at all? Any of the times your cards have been stolen?" Demyx questioned.

"No… As I said, I'm freaking afraid of him."

"Maybe you'll have to check his room this time. It could be him. Maybe he's really some devilish prankster and was just waiting for the right time, for the right joke?" Demyx said, and laughed hysterically at Luxord's expression for Demyx suggesting he search Saïx's room or even talk to him.

"You're a bastard, and that's not funny. I refuse to go into Saïx's room," Luxord said, with an indignant look.

Demyx sighed laughter and then got up from the couch he was on, going over to his dresser and looked for something inside. "Well, I'm going swimming, so you'll just have to leave, now. I don't like people in my room when I'm not here."

"Not that I would want to be in your room while you're gone... I don't want to know what kind of... 'sick' things you keep in here," Number X told him.

"Then you can leave right now, for all I care," Demyx replied, waving him off with his hand, while continuing to root through his dresser with the other.

"But I can't leave yet..."

"And why is that?" asked the musician skeptically, searching a, now, fourth drawer of his 'rather' unorganized dresser.

"Well, I've got something to tell you! Some good advice for you," Luxord hinted.

"What might that be?" the younger blonde asked, then grinned, after he (finally) found his swimming trunks in the fifth drawer, holding them up in front of him.

"It might just be, that Larxene said something about going down to the pool after practicing her aim. Water and lightning don't mix… just remember that, while you two are in the pool together." Demyx dropped the swimming trunks he'd pulled out of his drawer before Luxord spoke, and got a frightened look on his face.

"On second thought… I think I'll just sit here and play some more music, maybe tune my sitar... It sounded a bit out of key…" said Demyx nervously, as he pictured himself in the pool, getting electrocuted by Larxene. Luxord smirked and started walking back towards the door.

"I'll be leaving then."

"Fine… And, have fun with Saïx. Just remember… he gets cranky in the afternoons, so be sure you make it down there soon…" Demyx spoke and laughed again.

"You're still a bastard," Luxord called before closing the door.

Demyx smiled evilly. Is it possible for Demyx to smile like that? He always seemed so clueless in the game… He mumbled something to himself. It sounded a lot like "Why not just go down the canyon, across the valley, and through the forest of evil, evil trees to the Quikki Mart? Seems easier to me… I have to get ready for the Pride Lands anyways... sigh" But that's just Demyx mumbling to himself. He really doesn't know what's going on.

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In the Hallway:

Snickering is heard from behind (yes, behind) the snack machines, as Luxord exited the room of Number IX and headed for the stairs leading to the eighth floor. Two shadowy figures (ooo, suspenseful) snuck out from behind the snack machines and laughed hysterically to each other, ya know,once the blonde was out of sight, down the stairs, and knocking on Number VIII's door, of course.

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And it's there that we, again, meet our hero (of this short story, I mean, Sora's the real hero). Luxord knocked three times on Axel's door, and there was no answer. He waited for a little while, enough, he expected, for Axel to quit whatever he was doing and answer the door. No such thing happened, though. He knocked harder and waited again. Still, no answer. He decided to open the door (if unlocked) and look through Axel's stuff. Even if it was locked, he could just open a portal to enter if he really wanted to. He's only not being a gentleman if it's breaking and entering. But it wasn't. The door was unlocked, and Luxord entered. Nothing was broken, so it's not breaking and entering. (Psych reference there.)

The room looked as it always had the times when Luxord had entered before. There was room to walk through, but there were dirty (or clean?) articles of clothing on the floor here and there. Axel sure did love his red, no matter what shade (had to have the cliché 'Axel liking red' thing). Although the carpeting was a cream color, the walls were mahogany (brownish red!). The bathroom door was open, so Luxord could tell the tiling was cream, with the same color of wall paint as the rest of Axel's room, and the bathtub was the same color as the floor. The bed, in the far, right corner of the room, was king-sized with mahogany sheets and pillowcases and crimson blankets. There was a TV with video games of all kinds on the left wall. A crimson couch was in the center of the room, facing the television with a glass-top coffee table (with magazines on the glass top) in between that and the couch. A desk was next to the bed. It was actually a very large room (with more furniture than mentioned, in reality), nearly twice the size of Marluxia's. Axel wasn't as good at matching colors as Marluxia was, though.

Luxord walked into the room fully, closing the door behind him. He walked to the coffee table (walking around the clothes on the floor) and looking through the magazines littering the top of it, checking to see if his cards were underneath any of them. They weren't, so he moved on to searching the desk. Nothing. He sat on the bed and thought.

"I was almost sure Axel took them, even though Marluxia said he thought it may have been Xigbar. Maybe it really was Xigbar, then… Or maybe Demyx was right with his… Saïx theory," he twitched a little when he said that, "… I hope not… Best be on my way, then..." he said to himself and started getting up from the bed. As he was getting up, a portal appeared in the center of the room and Axel walked out, brushing what looked like cake out of his hair; the sudden portal shocked Luxord and he stumbled back onto the bed. The men looked at each with puzzled expressions for a few seconds before Axel broke the silence.

"Luxord… I'm flattered you feel that way about me, but I'm afraid I can't return the feelings. I don't, after all, have a heart. Besides, you know my door doesn't swing that way," he spoke, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"O, you bloody liar. You know you've always loved me. I notice the way you stare at me when we're in the same room as each other. Although, I'm not here to discuss the way you would feel about me if you had feelings," with the last sentence, he flashed Axel a sly grin, which the redhead raised an eyebrow at.

"Touché. Then why are you in my room? Ya know, I could get you punished by the Superior for this; invading a superior's room. Gasp.Or, I could punish you myself… You said something earlier about being into that kind of stuff…" Axel winked, and laughed at his own perversion.

"No, I said you were into that, if I remember correctly, and you just proved me correct. Thank you." Luxord bowed. He was in a slightly cocky mood today, since it was his last pack of cards he was looking for and all.

"Ouch. Okay. I give, you win. Now, why are you here?" Number VIII asked, placing a hand on his hip to show his slight impatience.

"My last pack of cawds has been stolen from me. Demyx said (he thought) you took them, and I had my suspicions as well. I searched your room and found nothing, except for," he looked around the room, " dirty clothing and poor color coordination."

"One, my color coordination is not that bad. Two, what's it matter? I've got more important things to worry about than color coordination and clothes on the floor. They are clean, by the way. And three, if you really want some cards, why don't you just go down the canyon, across the valley, and through the forest of evil, evil trees to the Quikki Mart and buy some new ones? Seems to make more sense to me."

Luxord's eye twitched at this. This was, what? The third time today he'd heard someone ask that. "One, color coordination is everything. It's basically a requirement for being in the Organizaion; RTFM, stupid git. Two, put your clean clothes in your dresser. Three, because the cawds that were stolen from me had sentimental meaning to me. Well, my Other. That's why."

"O… Why are they so important?"Axel inquired.

"My Other killed someone during a game of poker. He was very good at cawds, but the man he was playing against was better. My Other figured out he was cheating and murdered him; collecting the cawds they played with as a souvenir from the event."

"I can see why they're so important to you, then," Axel said and smiled a cocky smile. You know, the smile he usually used in the game. Of course you know! "I don't have your cards, by the way."

"I kind of figured after that suggestion about buying new ones and the inquiry into the importance of the missing deck," the blonde responded. "When I asked Roxas about them, he said you two, Demyx, and Marluxia were going to the Pride Lands to torture monkeys tonight. Is this true?"

"Yeah. It was my idea. I hate monkeys…" Axel now sported a vengeful look on his face. "Well, I hate them as much as a Nobody can hate something. I went to the Pride Lands once and they threw stupid bananas at me. I've hated them ever since. Hmph." He crossed his arms and darkened for a moment, and was then back to his usual self. "Why do you want to know, anyway?"

"I just wanted to go. I'm sick of walking around this bloody castle all day (night), every day (night). I figure that bothering monkeys sounds better than this," he shrugged. "Roxas said he didn't mind, but that I had to ask you, since it was you that decided upon the excursion."

"Ah, yeah. You can come. The more the merrier; which means the more people to torture monkeys; which means the more pissed off the fucking primates will become!" Axel chuckled maliciously, and then stopped and leaned close to Luxord's face, with a completely serious look on his own. "But, you have to promise to keep your undying love for me to yourself. I've told you earlier that I don't like you that way. Plus, it might freak the others out," he said this in an undertone and then smiled.

Luxord pushed him away and then started walking towards the door. He stopped when he got there and turned around. "But, I thought you said it was you that loved me?"

"Whatever. Okay, let's say we both have the same feelings for each other and be done with it. Okay?" Axel compromised.

"No, it's not okay, but I can live with that. By the way, Number VIII, Roxas told me, if I talkd to you, to tell you to go see him. He wants to play some video game with you..."

"O! Yeah! I forgot about that..." the Flurry of Dancing Flames replied. Luxord was about to walk out the door, but turned around one more time before leaving.

"Before I leave, tell me what's in your hair. Is it cake?" Luxord inquired.

"Hell yes, it is. I was eating cake," stated Axel as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You eat cake with your hair?" the gambler raised an eyebrow at his fellow Organization member.

"I was hungry," the other replied simply, again, then crossed his arms over his chest and acquired an impatient look. "Weren't you leaving?"

"Why yes, I was. I will see you later, then. Goodbye," Luxord said, while opening the door and walking out.

"Why the Hell do people ask so many questions about your method for eating cake?" Axel asked no one in particular (since there was no one to ask anyways), and then went to take a shower. This is the part where the fangirls spontaneously combust because of they cannot be in the shower with Axel. Poor girls.

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Luxord walked away from Axel's room, and down the stairs to the seventh floor, where Saïx's room was located. He walked cautiously to the door and stared at it for the better part of five minutes. Slowly, he lifted his right hand and knocked on the door, three times. No answer. He knocked a second time, this time it was softer. Still, there was no answer. Because of his great fear of Saïx, Luxord decided to be a proper gentleman and not enter the room, unlike what he did with Axel. After all, it was the afternoon, and Saïx was grumpy in the afternoon. He left the seventh floor and started on his way down to the sixth.

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Two figures (that were still shadowy) walked silently down the stairs to the seventh floor.

"O, that silly little British man," said Shadowy Figure One.

"Yes, he'll never find his cards," Shadowy Figure Two agreed.

"Well, at least in fifty-two whole pieces, you mean!" Shadowy Figure One said while nudging Shadowy Figure Two.

They burst into a fit of silent laughter, and then stepped into two separate portals. Saïx then opened his door and leaned his head outside, with a devious, deeeevious look on his face. Then he went back inside to make himself a fat-free, sugar-free smoothie.

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Hoorary for the second part! Review if ya feel like it?

I'm sure the characters were out of character, but it's a story. It doesn't really matter. Now, for the teaser.

Will Luxord ever find his cards? Will the identities of the two shadowy figures be revealed? Will Axel put his clothes away and then find a designer to redecorate his room? Do Luxord and Axel really havea secret relationship? Is Luxord really racist against American bands? And will I write about what occurs in the Pride Lands?

Some of these questions will be answered later on, but, unfortunately, not all. Ohhh. Shut down.