A/N: Oopsie. This took abit longer to update than I planned... But if you read my profile, you'll see that I had to go to Georgia for vacation last Thursday, and I only got in a few hours ago!
O.O WOW! Thanks to all of you who reviewed and faved this! I got more than DOUBLE the reviews I asked for (:D Not that I'm complaining!)! Without you, I might have quickly lost interest in writing this, but luckily, I haven't.

A couple of you mentioned how you liked Demy, so I gave him a bigger part in this. Whoot. And if you haven't already figured out that that's Demyx, well... O-o I'm afraid you need some sort of mental help...

And I believe Jinx asked about how Ale bathed if he has an aversion to water. Well, that's answered in this as well. x) Gah, wouldn't I just love to see Ale/Axel without his shirt on. -drools-

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, which is from where these characters eventually developed from. Meaning: I don't own Organization XIII either. And if I don't own that cluster of Nobodies, there's no possibility that I technically own their human selves either. If you think I do, go get yourself checked out by a shrink.

News of the 'fire' that had occurred in history spread quickly, and although it was found out that there never had been an actual fire—only smoke—students were dismissed from school for the rest of the day. It seemed teachers loathed spending time in there just as much as the students.

Arlene was packing up her knapsack when she heard someone behind her clear their throat. Looking around, she scowled when she saw it was Demy. His hair was still fashioned in a partial mullet, partial mohawk, giving him the impression of someone who lacked the intelligence to recite their ABCs.

The only bad thing about the current situation was that unfortunately, Demy was smarter than his looks gave him credit for. Sure, he was a clumsy oaf at times, but he could catch on to things quicker than most people assumed he could.

"What do you want Demy?" She spoke slowly, while increasing the pace that she was packing at. She did wonder how his hair was back into his preferred style—how could it not have gotten wet from the sprinklers? Maybe he'd been one of the lucky few who'd exited the classroom the minute the chaos had started and hadn't been trampled.

"Oh, nothing. Just… wanted to comment on how intently you were studying in history today. You and Ale sure were into it, weren't you?"

Arlene froze. It was obvious from the cocky tone of his voice that he'd seen her kissing Ale. No wait! That wasn't right! Ale had kissed her. NOT the other way around. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, careful to keep her voice at a calm level.

Demy only grinned at her unwillingness. "Suuuuuuure you don't." He nodded sarcastically, as though she were some five-year old telling a fairy tale, and he was pretending to go along with it.

Arlene scowled. "Demy, if you're at a loss of things to do, why don't you find a new hairstyle rather than pester me?"

He chose to ignore her question, instead digging into his pockets for something. At last he found what he was searching for—a small white piece of paper. He thrust it at Arlene, who just barely managed to grasp it before it fluttered out of her reach.

"What is it?" She eyed it warily. It wasn't that she didn't trust anything Demy gave her… it was just that she didn't trust anything Demy gave her.

The brunette raised his eyebrows. "You mean to tell me that you haven't heard anything about our school festival that's going on tomorrow night?"

Her electric blue eyes narrowed. She smelled a trap here, and she didn't like it one bit. What the heck did he care if she knew about the festival or not. "I don't do festivals." With that said, she slung her pack over one shoulder and attempted to walk off, praying desperately that Demy wouldn't follow her.

It was as though he lived and breathed to do exactly the opposite of what she asked. He did follow her, and quite obviously so. Rather than become discouraged when she quickened her pace, he instead quickened his as well, so as to keep up.

"You know you want to come—it'll be a lot of fun! And… there'll be quite a few surprises there!" he told her, his face breaking out into a grin. Truth be told, he'd done quite a lot of the planning for the festival himself. But that was only part of the reason he was doing all in his power to get Arlene to come. He had something planned, something that had formulated in that cranium the mullhawk covered. His plan had taken form since the moment he'd seen Ale and Arlene lock lips in the classroom, and he wouldn't stop until he'd had all the amusement he could from that event.

Arlene shook her head, now whirling around to face him. "Listen, I DON'T want to come to whatever stupid festival this dumb-ass school is—"

He cut her off, pretending to sigh indifferently. "Okay then." Pausing, his eyes lit up with delight at her expression to his sudden change of heart. "It's just like I thought though. You're a recluse—afraid of people and wishing to keep your distance from anything actually fun. So much for being fearless and all, when you won't even come to one little festival."

That did it. She clenched both teeth and fists. "Fine! I'll come to the festival, and I'll be ready for anything you're planning! Don't think I don't suspect something; I can tell when you're planning things."

Demy didn't respond, but only flicked one of the antennae-like strands of hair that was finally beginning to dry off and take form again.

Fuming, Arlene slapped his hand away roughly and stormed off towards home.

He rubbed his hand, yelping for a minute, before grinning happily and letting out a triumphant laugh. He then fingered a second ticket, identical to the one he'd given the blue-eyed blonde.

"One down, one to go."

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Peace and quiet. Finally. Ale was home and away from all the disruption that had taken place at school. He was alone in the house—not surprising really; it had been this way since grade school—and getting in his bathing. And since there was no one around, he felt it wouldn't hurt to leave the bathroom door open. It wasn't like anyone was coming over.

Yes, it was true he had an aversion to water. But he wasn't about to let himself collect dust and grime. No, he had to clean himself somehow or another. This was why he chose the sponge method, in the privacy of his own lavatory.

He had just wetted the sponge cautiously and was about to start bathing, when a sudden knock at the door startled him. He jumped a little, tripping and falling to the floor, head banging against a corner of the sink on the way down.

He leapt back to his feet, hurriedly wrapped a towel around his lower portions, and ran to the door, practically flinging it open.

"Well, just who are you so eager to see? Unless you knew I was coming, it couldn't have been me."

Ale groaned. It was Demy. "What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded irritably.

Demy shrugged. "Well I don't know, I just figured that after what you and Arlene did today in history it just probably wasn't me you were hoping to see at the door." He smirked at Ale's look of recognition. "So I was right!" He let out a giddy cackle of triumph.

Ale decided to go for a subject change. "Damn it Demy, look what you made me do to my head!" He tenderly pressed against the side of his head that had come in contact with the sink and pulled his fingers away to reveal a thick red liquid dripping from them.

Demy rubbed the back of his head, and though he said nothing, his expression was apologetic. "Wait… why are you in a towel?" he inquired confusedly.

"I was stripping for a bird outside my window," Ale snapped. "I was bathing when you knocked on the door and scared the crap out of me. Idiot." He shook his head in frustration. "Look, what the heck do you want?"

Demy smirked. He flittered something in Ale's face tauntingly, until the red head instinctively shot out his hand to grab it. "It's for the school festival tomorrow. Hold on to it—it'll come in handy later on in the festival," he explained.

"Come in handy for what?" The bluish-green eyes of the red head were narrowed in suspicion.

"Oh, just something."

"Not interested."

Ale was about to close the door to prevent further embarrassment—and pain—but Demy shot out a hand urgently. "Look, it'll be great there! We'll have food!"

"That's what I have a fridge for," Ale retorted.

Demy searched his brain for something else to convince Ale. "Music?"

The red head wasn't moved. "I've got a stereo too. I'm not a peasant."

"Well… there'll be a lot of games and… competitions and stuff!" The brunette clasped one hand to his head in an effort to think up anything else that might convince the boy in front of him to come to the festival so that he could carry out his plan.

"I've got plenty of entertainment here." Ale didn't bother to respond to the 'competitions' suggestions. Had he not had just that tiny little ounce of modesty to cover up his cockiness, he would've replied something along the lines of: Why compete at things when I already know I'm the best?

"Er… uh… girls! Tons of girls will be there!" Demy was running out of ideas. If that didn't convince Ale, he had no idea what would.

But luckily for the brunette, Ale's eyes fairly lit up. "Hmm…" Ale was struggling to keep further signs of interest from showing. The last thing he wanted to do was please Demy. But… girls were always an interesting subject.

While the towel-wearing boy considered, Demy was growing bored of waiting for an answer. He absentmindedly started humming the Jeopardy theme song while drumming his fingers on the wall.

"Stop humming that stupid song and I'll come!" Ale barked in frustration.

"Huh?" Demy's head shot up. "Really? Okay then! Nice talking to you—though you might wanna actually come to the door in some clothes next time!" Before the crimson-haired boy could reach out and strangle him, Demy fled while fairly doubled over in laughter.

"DANG IT, I DIDN'T FREAKING HAVE TIME!" With that, he slammed the door shut and laid the piece of paper by his knapsack.

As he re-entered the bathroom, he was careful to shut the bathroom door so as to make himself deaf to anyone else who knocked on the door.

A/N: OH NOEZ, WHATEVER COULD DEMY WEMY BE PLANNING? xD Next chapter is the festival, if you haven't already guessed.
Yeah, sorry this chapter is kinda short... I was planning on adding the festival to it, but then realized I could get more chapters into this, and thus keep this entire story going longer if I make the festival the next chapter. I really don't know how long I'll keep this going--I guess until I run out of ideas.
And of course Ale likes Arlene. It's just... -.-; He's a teenage boy. A cocky, arrogant one at that. So THAT'S why he's got an interest in girls. xD He could have any pick of girls that he wanted. Tee hee.

Oh, and I realize this chapter didn't have any of the other Organization XIII members, besides Larxene, Axel, and Demyx. Don't worry. The rest shall all appear in good time. Muaha.

By the way... Cerulean Crystal asked to know the name of the Manga book I got my slight plot from. Well, it's called Ultra Cute and it's written by Nami Akimoto. If any of you like a good manga story, I'd recommend it--x) It's funny.

Since you waited longer than planned for an update, I'll only ask for three reviews this time, before I update again! I hope you all enjoy it so far!

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