Hey guys! Before-story-chat. I am sorry the first one wasn't very funny, but this one will be. -PROMISE-

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The next morning, the group was preparing to leave. Zexion, in his room, was deciding which shade of black commented his dark look most. Pitch black, of course, he thought. Drawing seven cloaks from his closet, he packed them in a bag and looked around the room for anything else he would need. Ah, yes. The keys to the R. I. N. Q, of course. He laughed. Why they needed keys to the gummi ship had always puzzled him. Vexen said it was because last time they had a finger print scanner for owner recognition, Demyx left cheeto cheese fingerprints all over the scanner. Apparently, it didn't come off for days.

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Axel scratched his head. What would he need on this trip, anyway? He shrugged and took an armful of cloaks and stuck them in a bag. He rummaged through his dresser, and finally found what he had long desired. Fritos. He grinned and stuffed them into the bag as well. Axel gave a puzzled expression and looked around the room for anything else he needed. He had a feeling that he was missing something. He shrugged it off, and headed down to the dining room, where breakfast was supposedly served in ten minutes.

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Vexen sighed and looked around his room. He had already stuffed a couple of cloaks, a stack of books, paper for notes, and recent experiment data into a small bag. He frowned. He couldn't help but feel there was something important that he was forgetting. Telling himself to forget it, Vexen checked the clock. Oh. Five minutes until breakfast. He headed down the stairs towards the dining room.

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Lexaeus had already packed his bag earlier that morning. He was now sitting in his chair, finally discovering the secrets of "Overature 1812". He smiled to himself. Tchaikovsky really was wonderful. Checking the time, he noted that breakfast would soon be done. He swung his backpack over his shoulder and walked down the hall.

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Demyx frowned. He didn't like to frown, but this was one of those "frowning" times. He couldn't remember what he wanted to bring that was bugging him so. He sat on his bed, which bounced due to his weight, and sighed. Looking at the packed bag next to him he suddenly remembered what was so important. CHEETOS! He opened a portal and smiled. To the supermarket!

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"You should be thankful, number six. It is Xaldin's specialty this morning," Xemnas replied icily, after having a short argument with Zexion.

Zexion scowled. "Specialty? As in…more special than the other—things that he tried to make?" He made a face and did not touch the goop in front of him.

Xaldin, who had been standing three feet away and had been listening to the whole conversation, withdrew his spears and pointed them threateningly at Zexion. "Eat."

Uck. Zexion reluctantly picked up his spoon and dipped it into the gray mixture. He lifted it and watched as it melted the spoon off like acid. He immediately dropped the spoon into the mess, which quickly burned away. Xaldin raised an eyebrow. He didn't remember putting that in the mix.
Vexen, two seats away, smiled as the spoon disintegrated. "That would be my fault, Zexion. That bowl was meant for Axel," he replied with a smirk.

Zexion grumbled as Xemnas ordered for the food to be taken away. What was he going to eat now? Xemnas seemed to be thinking along the same lines, and added to Xaldin, "Bring him some pancakes."

Zexion's face lit up as the scent of pancakes slowly wafted into the room. Xaldin came in five minutes later with a stack of golden-brown pancakes and syrup for him. He ate hungrily.

Axel, who had just entered with Lexaeus, sat down and stared at the bowl of gray goop in front of him. He then looked at Zexion's pancakes. His brow furrowed in anger. "Why does he get pancakes!" he demanded.

Lexaeus looked up from his goop as well. He didn't touch it. It seemed to be moving.

Xemnas rolled his eyes. "Zexion's bowl was full of acid," he replied coolly.

Axel slammed his hands on the table. "Well eat it then, d-mmit! I'm not going to dine on melted garbage can while he gets fluffy pancakes!"
Vexen almost choked. Whether it was from the nasty gray soup or from laughter the others couldn't tell. "It was full of acid, moron. Why do you think he didn't eat it?" This was followed by many arguments and rude phrases, which the author apologizes for not writing. She is, at the moment, too lazy for her own good.

Axel grumbled.

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The group gathered down by the garage to board the gummi ship. They waited impatiently as Xigbar (who was in charge of the area) ran around, trying to ready their transportation. Finally, a grease stained Xigbar returned after fifteen minutes of checking the R. I. N. Q. "It's busted," he said, out of breath.

"Busted?" Vexen inquired.

"Yeah, busted. I thought you were the smart one, number four," he remarked, wiping his forehead. Vexen scowled.

"Well, how will we get there…er, wherever we're going?" Axel asked.

"We could always rent a car," Lexaeus offered.

"A car. That sounds good. I'll go get one," Axel said, marching out of the garage. The others watched him, shrugged, and silently agreed to let him go and get their transportation.

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Axel drove up and checked the rearview mirror. Good. He parked in front of the castle and hopped out of the vehicle. Looking around, he spotted the group waiting for him seven feet away. Their jaws dropped down when they saw what Axel had brought them.

"Axel…is that a tour bus?" Vexen asked, almost speechless.

"Yup," he nodded proudly. Looking over at the giant bus, he noticed the flame decals on the front and smiled. The inscription on the side was nice, too…though he wondered who Queen was. Queen of where, exactly?

Lexaeus was also stunned. He stood there, contemplating the thought of the organization driving around in a tour bus and he shuddered.

"Well, let's go then," Zexion barked, heading over to the tour bus.

As he climbed in, Vexen blinked. "Axel…where did you get this?"

"Off of some 'band manager'. I think his name was Kevin Laroche…"

Vexen paled. This would not rest well with Saix.

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The nobodies drove on. Zexion was busy sketching on a pad he found in the bus, Lexaeus was inspecting the sleeping areas, and Vexen was busy scribbling notes down. Axel was trying to find 'the perfect radio station', and was not succeeding. With each turn of the dial he scowled and cursed. Finally, he hit a button that said 'favorites' to see what it would do. The van was then filled with loud rock music at the highest volume.
Zexion fell out of his chair and groaned. He looked up and shouted at the top of his lungs, "TURN IT OFF, AXEL!" The red head didn't turn around; he was busy bobbing his head to the music. This resulted in bad driving, which ended up having Zexion thrown across the van floor. Cursing could be heard amongst the three nobodies that were farther back from the driver's seat.

"TURN IT OFF!" Vexen slammed his shield against the back of Axel's head.

Axel cursed and pressed the 'power' button. He scowled and continued driving.

Lexaeus was now gripping his seat tightly and asked meekly, "Axel…don't you think it would be best if I drove…?"

"No," he snapped. "My car. I found it, I drive it." He sounded like an upset toddler.

"Watch out for that dog!"

The bus veered dangerously as Axel swerved to avoid the seemingly harmless puppy. This resulted in Axel knocking over another person with spikey blonde hair who happened to be walking back from the supermarket.

The bus screeched to a halt and, with the exception of Axel, they climbed out. Lexaeus ran over to the front of the bus, where red and orange was splattered against the wheels. He stared in horror, until the victim groaned, "My cheetos."
Lexaeus gave a relieved sigh and pulled Demyx up to his feet. He was bleeding on his forehead, but that didn't seem to matter. He was alive.

Vexen and Zexion raced out, realized it was only Demyx, and sighed. "Climb in," Zexion said lazily.

Vexen nodded to Demyx. He knew they had forgotten something.

Axel groaned as they walked in with the newest member. "Demyx…what the heck were you doing?"

"I was buying cheetos," he whined. Loud groans erupted through the bus and Axel began to drive again. This would be a long trip.

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XD Well…r&r people!
For all of you who don't know, Axel's Fritos and Kevin Laroche not resting well with Saix are from my other fanfic…http/ NOBODY AIM. Please check it out to understand the jokes!