A/N: Well, I ran into some major writer's block. I often do, these days. But finally I decided that it was a perfect time to add in some pointless little humorous chapters. Last one was a bit fluffy.

Let's get a few things settled, shall we?

Yes, I DID bring Roxas into this fic. I figured, heck, he didn't know he was a Nobody for some time until Xemnas managed to get a hold of him and bring him into Organization XIII. Since he was born differently from other Nobodies, he didn't have any memory of being Sora and everything.

No, this is NOT going to evolve into an AkuRoku fic. For those of you who support that pairing, read the summary again. This is LarxeneAxel. Larxel. I'm just not a yaoi person. I don't write it. And I'm entitled to my opinion. Remember that before you try and blow up at me. I don't see why two guys can't be mentioned in a fanfic without it turning all slashy. They're just best friends, for God's sake.

Don'cha just love a good rant? Anyways, here's your chapter.

Disclaimer: If you STILL think I own any of the stuff in this besides my own sick and twisted sense of humor... check out the past three chapters, genius.

"Who is he?"

"Have you ever seen him before?"

"I don't think so…"

"He's not from around here, is he?"

"Hard to say. He might be. But look at that hair!"

"It looks like fish scales, from the back!"

These were the comments that the blue-eyed boy had had to put up with for the better part of the day. He sighed, putting one elbow on the desk as he ruffled his other hand through his blond hair, shooting an unfeeling stare at the two teens to the side of him who were the culprits of the whispers in this instance.

Just because he was the new kid, constant jeers, jokes, whispers, and snickers had been thrown in his direction all freaking morning. He was growing a bit tired of it, truth be told.

Oi. Another lecture. It was only his first day, and it seemed like he'd been hearing plenty of these. Not that he'd paid attention long enough to find out if it was a serious lecture or not. It was sixth period, and he was already counting down the minutes.

His eyes began to droop. Perhaps he could get a quick nap in. Their science teacher certainly wouldn't notice—she was so caught up in lecturing.

He was just about to drift off to sleep, when something hit his head with a thoink sound. He looked up in surprise to see a crumpled ball of paper right in front of him. The boy looked questioningly to the row beside him, at a boy with dirty blond hair who was staring at the teacher, unmoving.

The sandy-haired boy gave an inquisitive "Uh…" and was startled as the other boy gave him a sharp look, pointing a long, tapered finger in the direction of a turquoise-eyed red-head behind him and returning his attention immediately to the current lesson.

The red-head glanced momentarily in his direction, giving a slight grin and pointing to the crumpled paper.

He sighed, opening it quietly. It read:

Hey. You're the new kid here, right? What's your name?

The boy grinned, taking out his pencil and scribbling out a hurried response.

Roxas. Yeah, I'm new… what's yours?

Roxas chucked the paper wad in the red-head's direction. He let out a laugh as it hit the turquoise-eyed boy in the head, though caught himself in the midst of it and tried to turn it into a cough. So it really came out more like half of each.

A minute later, the paper came sailing back in his direction, right over the head of the boy with dirty blond hair. By this point, said boy was not in a very happy mood, being disrupted every five minutes by a crumpled ball of paper.

The rest of the note went on something like this:

A: Ale.

R: Huh? Ale as in… another name for beer?

A: Aw, shut up, Rocks-as!

R: Whatever you say, Beer.

A: Yeah, yeah. Listen, before I fall asleep here… wanna go to the movies later?

R: Uh… I guess… what's playing?

A: Dance Revolution of Godzilla.

R: Wow. Sounds so scary. What's next? Karaoke Night of the Fuzzy Bunnies?

A: Ahahaha, you're so funny. Well… maybe. Anyways, do you want to go or not?

Roxas paused in the middle of writing his response. He briefly wondered why Ale seemed so… friendly, as opposed to everyone else. He'd always been pretty quiet—never the talkative type. As a result, he didn't tend to make too many friends. Somehow or other… he'd managed to find this one.

R: I'll go. But I swear—If Godzilla tries any break-dancing, I'm out of there.

He tossed the note back over to Ale, who was just about to catch it—but the note was intercepted by the science-obsessed boy.

Roxas smirked as he heard Ale hiss "Give it back, Even!" and proceeded to watch the red-head fling pencils in Even's direction.

After the bell rang, Roxas was gathering his stuff to leave. Even still looked ticked, and had sharpened his own pencil to such a point that the blue-eyed boy was eager to get out of the room before there was a homicide.

However, Ale managed to catch him in the doorway. "I'll meet you at six. I've already invited a few others to come. Surely you'll find where the movie theater is?"

Roxas blinked. "Er… yeah, sure."

Ale smirked. "Good… now there's just one other person I need to ask…"

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Arlene sighed as she saw him approaching. Dang it. Dang it, dang it, dang it! Still… she was through with attempting to run away from him. It just didn't do any good these days. So she waited impatiently, blowing at one of the antennae-strands of her hair that had somehow become a bit lower than the other one, and was constantly drooping near her face.

Finally, Ale reached her. "Hiya, stranger." And dang it again—that maddening smirk was still plastered on his face.

"Hiya back," she replied stiffly. So she'd kissed him—twice. So what?

The red-head's grin widened, and he slipped one arm on top of her shoulder. "How about you go to the movies with me later tonight?" She scowled. Thanks to his conversation with her, the goosebumps that were, by now, all too familiar, were starting to make their way up and down her arms.

"Is this some sorry attempt to drag me along for a date?"

Ale brushed the words away, undisturbed. "Nah—it's not a date. I've invited a few others to come along too."

"Such as?" she half-snapped, attempting to worm her way out from his grip on her shoulder.

"The new kid, for one. His name's Roxas."

This made Arlene pause. She had a known habit of getting to know little tidbits of information about everything and one. It made it so much easier to bring them down, should they ever give her a hard time. The strategy worked on every single living, breathing being. Well… everyone except Ale.

Ale waited for her reply, his fingers tracing their way up the nearly-fallen strand of her hair. "What's this? Our little bug is losing one of her feelers?"

Arlene scowled at this. "Don't touch my hair. You have no right to be talking, you wanna-be-hedgehog."

The red-head only continued to grin, looking quite proud of his rebellious hair.

"Fine then. I'll come along. But if no one else is there…" The blonde sent him a sneer that quite plainly said she'd kill him then and there.

"I wouldn't have it any other way!"

With that, the two of them went their separate ways.

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Six o'clock arrived sooner than expected. Soon, a small group was crowded inside the theater, tickets clutched in their hands. It would've been a bit more cheerful an atmosphere… but Arlene was ticked off. Again. And this time, most of them quite frankly agreed she had reason to be.

"You invited Demy?" She didn't bother to lower her voice to a whisper, or even a mere hiss as she snapped at Ale, despite the fact that the brunette almost-blondish musician was right in front of her.

The turquoise-eyed boy had his arms crossed, looking a bit impatient. "I sure didn't!" He shot a suspicious look to Braig, who was also in the group.

"As if."

The gazes drifted to Roxas, who looked a bit startled. "… which one's Demy again?" Okay… so it obviously wasn't him.

The accusations finally went to the only remaining member of the small group, who'd remained silent most of the time. Elaeus. The bulky teen sighed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Well… he overheard me asking Braig and kept pestering me about it…" With that, he shrugged. Elaeus wasn't too fond of talking, most times.

Demy cleared his throat indignantly. "Hello? I'm right here! I can here you all, y'know!"

Most of the group went on to ignore Demy, going on to take their seats inside the section their tickets pointed out.

The only remaining ones were Braig, Demy, and poor Elaeus. They'd all decided to stay and get a few snacks first. There was a problem though—they only had enough munny between them to get one major snack.

"I say we get nachos, squirt!"

"But I want popcorn!" Demy snapped back, fuming at being called a 'squirt'.

"As. If."

"But—"

Braig snorted. "We're getting nachos, and that's final!"

"Now that's just plain rude!" the musician whined.

Elaeus sighed again, wondering how he always got caught up in these messes.

Just as the three of them finally got to the counter, the employee working there walked away, having been called to clean up some little child's barf in the men's room.

But the argument continued all the while.

"Popcorn!"

"Nachos."

Tired of arguing by this point, Braig slammed the munny down on the counter, fully prepared to get his own nachos if that was what it took to make Demy shut up.

But Demy was quicker. He hurriedly hopped up and over the counter, rushing to the popcorn machine.

And Elaeus slapped his forehead, allowing his hand to slide down his face.

Braig was letting out a stream of curses, swiping at Demy who was somehow managing to duck, work the popcorn machine, and laugh simultaneously.

"Demy…" Braig shouted after a moment of almost-silence. It couldn't be called complete silence due to the furious line of people backed up behind them. We'll just go on and say that there weren't many workers that night, and so that's why no one had yet come to check on the disruption.

The brunette merely laughed, continuing to hold down the button that released butter onto his popcorn.

Braig cursed—again. And slammed his fist on the counter—again. "Demy!" He frantically tried once more to get the boy's attention.

Demy merely waved away his yells as his finger remained planted firmly on the button for butter.

"DE-MY!" Braig finally roared, putting emphasis on the two syllables of the teen's name. "That butter is about to freaking overflow!" he growled.

The musician looked confused. He hadn't been paying attention to how much butter he was really putting onto the popcorn… he'd been a bit too busy trying to avoid the swings and punches coming from Braig.

Hurriedly, he lifted his finger from the button—and to his dismay, found that he'd pushed it hard enough to make it jam. The butter did overflow, as Braig had predicted, and began to fall in a small stream onto the floor.

"Oh… fuck."

Braig scowled, finally able to make his way behind the counter. "Find a way to make it stop… and quit cussing. You're not good at it!"

Thus another argument was started up as the butter began to flow more and more steadily onto the floor, soon making a river behind the counter.

It really looked more like a dance as the two of them tried to grab things to hold onto while they made fruitless attempts to mop up the stream of butter up. Soon, the angry line of people became a bit more cheerful as they watched the two boys be immersed in pain from constant slipping and sliding.

Poor, poor, poor Elaeus. He shook his head and stalked off towards the movie theater, deciding he didn't need a share of the snack if it meant so much to the two of them. Taking his seat in the welcomed darkness of the theater section, he hunched down in his seat, desperately hoping that those two didn't end up blowing the whole theater up before Godzilla even got to his ballet act.

A/N: Oh goody. I managed to bring in Vexen and Lexaeus.

Aheh... don't ask about the title of the movie. For some reason, I had the video game, Dance, Dance Revolution on the brain. Also, I asked my friends for ideas on a title. Oh boy. You should know that when I ask meh buds for help, the result is always going to be interesting. That title was actually one of the more normal ones we thought up, believe it or not.

Wow. It was fun making Braig/Xigbar and Demy/Demyx do that. Makes me wonder what other horrific and stupid things I'll end up making them do in the future.

Yeah, I'll be continuing this chapter in my next chapter.

But I won't update until I get another five reviews. Seems to be working thus far, so I'll keep on asking.

xD Thanks to all of you out there who keep giving me inspiration to write more on this.

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