A/N: Oy. Yes. I DID just update again. But before you go all "Awwwww, how sweet!" know that it's mainly because today's my last day with my dad, and I'm going back to boring ol' Alabama where my mom is tomorrow--and I don't really feel like not having all that I've typed up when I get on my computer over there.

So, I got my lazy ass in gear and finished up this chapter. It's not near so long as I'd have liked, but oh well.

My personal favorite part of it? Ienzo... or Zexion... whatever the hell you want to call him... anyways, I like his little... observations that you'll read in this chapter. I have absolutely no idea why I wrote that part. I guess because I just felt like it.

Yeah. Whatever. I'm sure you want to strangle me right about now, since it would more than likely shut up my little rant here.

Disclaimer: Oh, come on, folks. Do I REALLY have to repeat this every time? You've all got brains. Use them.

"Holy shit. Holy fucking shit, Arlene."

That was the line he'd been saying repetitively for the last eight minutes and twenty-six seconds.

She was standing off to the side of him, that insanely sadistic grin plastered across her face.

He gagged.

"A water park… a fucking water park…" His nose wrinkled in absolute disgust. The sprinklers had been one thing, but this… this… required drastic measures.

Three others were with them—Ienzo, Dilan, and Demy.

The lilac-haired boy gave the slightest roll of his eyes. "And you dragged us along here, because…?" he questioned Demy. His tone showed as little interest as always, bored and drawling.

Demy thought for a moment, and then shrugged. Heck, like he knew the answer to that himself. In truth, he'd just wanted other witnesses to be along if he ended up being murdered. It wasn't that he didn't trust Arlene… but when she actually asked him to come somewhere with her, he just… didn't trust her.

Little did he know that he was practically just another tool in annoying the shit out of Ale.

"Holy shit…"

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Is that ALL you can say?" she half-sneered.

"Holy shit…"

"I guess it is," Dilan answered for her.

"Shut up, Dilan," Arlene and Ienzo both responded, almost simultaneously. Now, why Demy had invited Dilan was the true mystery. The guy was, as a whole, disliked throughout their school. Seldom speaking, whenever he did decide to talk, whatever he happened to say was of little interest for the poor victims that happened to be within hearing range of him.

As she turned to face the wide-eyed red-head, Arlene smirked deviously. "How about we go for a swim?" she suggested innocently.

At that, he managed to snap back to reality. "I'd rather amputate my left leg and serve it on a silver platter," Ale muttered bitterly.

"Well, that can always be arranged…" Arlene whispered under her breath, before turning back to the teal-eyed boy. "Oh, come on, why not?" she teased.

"Because: I. Can't. Swim." He crossed his arms huffily. "Memorized that?" (A/N: Yes, I HAVE managed to fit in a varied form of his catch phrase. The only reason I didn't use the traditional "Got it memorized?" line is because I figured I didn't want to get him hooked on that addictive phrase too early.)

She gave a gasp of mock-surprise. Taking a few taunting steps towards him, she mockingly put one hand to her heart. "You can't?" she exclaimed, as though she absolutely could not believe such a statement. "Why, I had no idea whatsoever!"

Ale rolled his eyes once more. She was going through a hell of a lot to rub his nerves raw. "Oh, I'm sure…" was his sour response.

"…" She was silent for a minute more, her electric blue irises locking with his teal ones. The sadistic grin upon her face hadn't budged an inch. "How about we go for a swim anyways? No better time to learn than the present!"

He backed away a few steps. "Arlene, you'll get me in that pool over my dead body," he protested. Shit, this wasn't going well.

That could also be arranged… the blonde thought to herself as she took an intimidating step towards him. Without arguing over the matter anymore, she got a grip on one of his arms, beginning to drag him to the nearest swimming pool.

"Let go of me," he growled, digging his feet firmly in place. However, much to his displeasure, he continued to inch forward as the girl simply tugged harder. She'd already forced him into the swimwear shop in the same manner. The only reason he was in a pair of swim trunks at the moment was due to the fact that he was quite positive that the pain-loving girl before him would have murdered him on the spot, had he refused to buy a pair at the shop and put them on in one of the restrooms. After all, she couldn't have his stubborn streak interfering with her glorious plans of revenge.

Her eyes brightened. "Let go? All right!" she replied sweetly, though managed to sneak in an amused chuckle as she pried her fingers from his arm, using one hand to pull back a loose strand of hair. The opposite hand happened to brush by his back, 'accidentally' giving him one hard shove into the pool that they were now at the edge of. "Oops," she called, not seeming sorry in the least.

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Ienzo was sitting on a near-by bench, paying no attention to the scene playing before him. Instead, he firmly clutched in his hand a few pieces of paper and a pencil. His lilac-colored hair still in its familiar position—hanging down in front of his right eye—he appeared to be enjoying himself as he scribbled down a sentence or two every so often.

Raising both eyebrows (Not that you could see any eyebrow besides his left one…) as he added the finishing touches to whatever project he'd been so consumed by, the smallest trace of a smirk crossed his features.

It seemed he had been writing a little analysis of a few of the students at school that he was familiar with. Let's take a look at what dear Zexy wrote:

"The Imbeciles of the World

Dilan: Stupid uninteresting little bastard that no one cares about.

Dulor: Stuck-up little moron that's obsessed with playing card-games that are so simple beyond belief, it's not even funny. Honestly, I don't understand why he acts as though he's such a hero for winning a game of Go-Fish.

Even: Ugh—such a science-consumed boy was never seen. He constantly 'shushes' everyone in class, failing to notice that he's making just as much, if not even more, noise than said people in class.

Demy: Whiny, noisy little bitch. The option of leaping off of a cliff into shark-infested waters sounds more appealing than sticking around to listen to any of his so-called music.

Arlene: This one also fits into the 'bitch' category. Power-hungry, demanding, most likely possessing anger-management issues, and blonde… she's definitely an accurate example of the average girl, I'd say.

Ale: Cocky little fucker, chased around by most girls who behave as though he's a god brought down to the planet. It's widely agreed that he ripped off a combination of Sonic the Hedgehog and Knuckles the Echidna's hairstyles. Only heaven knows how much hair-gel is needed on a daily basis for him.

Elaeus: He's silent—in fact, I don't believe he's ever said more than fifteen words in a day to any single person. One could easily classify him as the 'strong, silent type'. Or perhaps he's just an idiot that lacks in the ability of speech.

Braig: Shitty little surfer-wannabe. I can't exactly recall the precise number of times that he's been held back in his classes…

Roxas: The always common 'new kid'. He's absolutely clueless in most of the goings-on around the area—it's so obvious that someone will come along with every intention of making him look like a fool due to his ignorance.

Ramiual: Honestly? I don't believe he has any odd sexual preferences, much as it is rumored amongst the student-body that he prefers males. He's never really shown any interest towards neither boys, nor girls. However, I am certain that he enjoys the color pink more than most females around, and he's a fruitcake for talking with his plants on a daily basis.

Sai: What can I say, other than the fact that he's an absolute blood-crazed lunatic?"

Ienzo carefully rolled the pieces of paper up, looking quite satisfied with his observations. They were quite truthful, that was for sure.

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The blonde gave an amused snicker before turning on her heel to walk away. Ale could surely get himself out of the pool.

As she walked, she waited for the inevitable sound of him surfacing, panting and throwing all kinds of curses known, and some unknown, to mankind at her. When no such noises came forth, she narrowed her eyebrows in frustration. What, was he trying to arouse her curiosity enough so that she walked back to the pool and he could pull her in as well?

That wouldn't be happening on Arlene's watch.

However, her walking finally slowed, and eventually came to a complete stop. Why wasn't he saying ANYTHING? She didn't even hear him gasping for breath!

She turned back around and walked a few steps back in the direction of the pool—just enough so that she could see what Ale was doing in there.

Scowling, she crossed her arms as she saw him sinking further down into the depths of the pool. The asshole hadn't been lying—he really couldn't swim!

Well, it wasn't her problem now. Some big heroic lifeguard would jump in and save him any moment now, and it'd be just like another Baywatch. Only… she couldn't quite picture the lifeguard running in slow motion to go save Ale in a bikini.

The seconds ticked by, and still no one else seemed to realize that the red-head was, in fact, drowning. Her breath came out as a hiss. Shit. What was the point in all this plotting against him if she was forced to save him now?

Letting out a low growl under her breath, she finally dived into the pool. Drat—this made two times that she'd been completely soaked to the bone within two weeks of each other.

After a few minutes of struggling—the only reason she was having trouble was due to the fact that her clothes were weighing her down somewhat, thus making it difficult to swim—she finally managed to drag the boy up and over to the side of the pool. Narrowing her eyes, she noted that Demy, Ienzo, and Dilan were simply watching.

"Oh, don't all jump up to help at once!" she snapped sarcastically, now pulling herself up to the side as well.

Demy grinned like the pain in the ass he was. "Okay!" he agreed, lazily taking a seat on the ground. However, he scooted back a little bit in fear when her blue eyes narrowed dangerously.

As the girl began to examine one of Ale's wrists for a pulse, Ienzo gave an uninterested yawn. "Perhaps he needs mouth-to-mouth?" he suggested with his usual lack of care for whatever happened to be going on.

She nodded, figuring someone else would volunteer to be the dear, kind soul that decided to help the boy whose bluish-green eyes were currently clamped tight. "All right. So, which one of you wants to…?" she paused, glancing around at the three boys.

None of them even made the slightest move over.

"Oh, come ON!" Arlene shouted at them. "You're going to make me do EVERYTHING?"

"First of all," Ienzo began. "You're the one who pushed him in, in the first place, if I do remember correctly. And—"

"And none of us guys want to kiss another guy!" Demy finished, appearing sickened by the mere thought.

Arlene slammed her fist down onto the concrete; her eyes now narrowed to nothing more than two mere slits. She was going to freaking kill them all, one of these days. Letting out a shriek of enraged fury, she bent down over the red-head, fiercely pressed her lips to his, and…

Right in the middle of the mentioned procedure, teal eyes fluttered open, positively alight with amusement. Certainly, a smirk would've been plastered over his face—had the whole face actually been visible.

Arlene let out another screech of rage, pushing away from him, her face matching his hair in color. "HOW DARE YOU, YOU LYING LITTLE SON OF A—"

He merely cocked his head to one side as he also stood up. The smirk was visible by this time. "What? I let you push me into the pool, so I wanted a payment in return. My choice of payment was a kiss from you," he replied, the same false-innocent tone that she herself had been using earlier now oozing from his own voice. "I had to get that kiss somehow—so I figured your deep worry for my safety would prompt you to kiss me if you saw me in danger!"

"IT WASN'T A KISS!" the blonde roared. "YOU PRETENED YOU WERE DROWNING, YOU LITTLE BASTARD, JUST SO THAT I'D BE FORCED TO GIVE YOU FUCKING MOUTH-TO-MOUTH!"

Ale snickered. "Now why would I do something like that?" he inquired sweetly. It looked like he'd won this round of who paid whom back after all.

…Or not.

For as soon as he turned back around, Arlene promptly pushed him back into the pool.

A/N: Aaaah. I don't know who had it worse: Ale being pushed into the pool in the first place, or Arlene being tricked into 'kissing' him. But damn, it's fun to make them as miserable as hell.

You may notice that a few would-be members of the Organization are missing from Ienzo's report--that would be, himself, and Xemmy. Well, obviously Xemnas... Xehanort... once again, whatever...was in a whole different world at the time. And it's kind of apparent that no one really includes an observation of themself in their own report.

Now, if any artists are present, I'd prefer you listen up: For absolutely no reason other than that I am bored out of my freaking mind, I'm going to hold a little contest, all right? The first person who makes a passable fan-art for this fan fic will get a guest role in my next chapter. Just let me know in your review, or e-mail me, if you're interested in participating, okay? I'd like the fan-art to be drawn nicely. That means I'm not going to count a 'scribble-scrabble' as a passable work of art. I'll post here once the winner has been decided so that the rest of you don't have to keep working for nothing.

Yes, as you've already guessed, I want five more reviews before updating again. And of course, I'll have to wait a bit longer after that, most likely, until a winner for the fan-art contest has been decided.

Thanks for reading, guys. xD I'm glad you find the random stuff spawned from my brain on pointless car rides amusing.

Yeah. Read. Review. You know the drill. And all of you skilled at art in every way that I am not? You've got a nice shiny guest role for the next chapter waiting for you if you do a good job on that fan-art. Hey, I'm not begging. I'm just holding a friendly competition. So, you wanna flame me on that, be my guest. I still haven't had my rabies shots, you know.