Another chapter up, another prank pulled… yay. For some reason I really, really like making fun of Demyx.

Thanks to Lauren for being the ultimate authority on all things Waterboy, and for taking my snide remarks well. You're the best. More or Less in this chapter! Woot! Also thanks to my little brother for coming up with the idea for the opening of this chapter.

For those of you that didn't know, the voice actor for Roxas is Jesse McCartney. Remember that.

I also found this worthy of mention: I was writing this chapter in my room with the radio on, and just as I wrote the opening part with Demyx, the song 'Dirty Little Secret' came on, which I found HYSTERICALLY FUNNY. I literally fell off my chair laughing.

Furthermore, reviews have been SADLY LACKING as of late. Grr. Review, please.

That said, enjoy.

Axel and Roxas had been shanghaied into setting up for the party, so Bruixe went alone to Demyx's room so they could go together.

"Knock, knock," she said as she went in, and froze.

Demyx was in front of the video wall, shredding madly on the Rock Band guitar controller, surrounded by three water clones, one gurgling incoherently into the microphone, the others on bass and drumset. Apparently he'd been very, very desperate for someone to play with.

But this wasn't the worst part.

Demyx was stark naked.

"AAAHHHH!" Bruixe yelled, clapping her hands over her eyes and burying her face in the wall.

"B-Bruixe?" Demyx spluttered. There was a splash as the water clones disappeared, and a clatter of plastic as the guitar controller fell to the floor.

"What the hell, Demyx!" she shrieked into the wall.

"Hey, it's my room!" he said defensively. "People knock first –"

"You knew I was coming," Bruixe pointed out.

There was a brief silence. "No privacy in my own room," he muttered. "Perfectly normal –"

"Normal people wear clothes, Waterboy," she argued.

"Normal people have hearts," he shot back.

"Just put something on!"

Only when she was sure Demyx was clothed did Bruixe turn back around. Now he was frowning into his closet. "Why is one of my cloaks missing?" he wondered aloud.

"Because I'm wearing it," she told him. "We're the same size, so Axel gave it to me."

"What!?" he exploded, leaping over the couch to chase her around the room. "Give it back, give it back!"

"I can't, I'm wearing it!" she laughed, too quick for him to catch, always flitting just ahead of his outstretched hands, until finally he tripped over the drumset and sprawled on the ground. Bruixe promptly tackled him, pinning his arms and sitting on his chest.

"Uncle," he grunted.

"No mercy," she informed him.

Demyx grinned wickedly. "If Axel could see this, he'd be jealous."

Bruixe scowled, climbing off of him. As soon as he was on his feet, she clobbered him with a right hook that laid him out flat again.

Smirking, she sauntered off, and he scrambled to follow her, streaming mixed curses and complaints.

The party wasn't so bad after all, and Bruixe had to admit that the Nobodies were hysterically funny once they had a few drinks in them. Xigbar was sitting in the corner, cocking and recocking his purple guns, giggling like an idiot at the sound. Vexen had been mixing drinks, and was a shade of ruddy red that seemed out of place on his pale, icy features.

Someone called for karaoke, Roxas stood up at the mike, singing 'Leaving' by Jesse McCartney. "You sound just like him!" Demyx called when he was done. Axel shoved Bruixe towards the mock stage, and she smirked, launching into a song by Pink.

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really wanna mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
'Cause you know it's over, before it began
Keep your drink, just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight

The whole time she looked directly at Axel, and he scowled deeper with every line, throwing back drinks until Bruixe knew he was wasted. When the song was over, she pulled Axel up to the stage, and a loud chant of "Great Balls! Great Balls!" went around the room.

Of course the hothead didn't let his fans down, even dancing around on the tabletops as he belted out lyrics.

Meanwhile Luxord and Demyx were in a corner playing More or Less, and from the looks of it, Demyx was losing gloriously to the gambler. Larxene leaned over them at a carefully calculated angle, cloak zipped low, displaying her cleavage for all to see. Bruixe and Roxas were taking turns chucking bits of straw wrappers at her, trying to get them down her cloak. "What a ho," Bruixe remarked.

"What's that?" Roxas wanted to know."

Bruixe choked back a laugh, but managed to keep a straight face. "Um… go ask Axel."

"Why?" Demyx asked when he had gone. "Why would you do that? That poor kid."

"Axel, what's a ho?" Roxas asked innocently.

The pyromaniac didn't even blink. "Oh, it's like a nickname for your friends. Tell you what, go tell Lexaeus, 'what's up, ho?' He looks like he could use some friendship."

Roxas returned sporting two black eyes and a bloody nose. "Axel?"

"Yeah?"

"It doesn't mean 'friend', does it."

"Nope," the redhead smirked.

Eventually the fervor died down, and a few of the Organization ended up passed out on the floor, including Xaldin, Vexen, Saix and Lexaeus. Roxas was looking quite sick, and Bruixe reflected that he was even more underage than she was. Oops.

"Now the fun starts," Axel whispered into her ear, pulling a handful of stuff out of his pocket. He selected a razor and crept over to Xaldin. "Take this, Wolf-man," he muttered, and proceeded to shave the Lancer's face.

"What are you doing?" Bruixe demanded softly, and he grinned.

"Amusing myself," he said, handing her a red Sharpie. "Bon appetite."

The next morning when Xaldin woke up, he didn't understand why everyone was laughing at him. Finally someone had the guts to hand him a mirror.

"AXEL!" he roared.

Axel held up his hands, the picture of innocence.

Meanwhile Vexen was waking up. "Hey, what's this razor doing here?" he slurred.

Xaldin turned on the Academic, growling, and the rest of the Organization quickly evacuated.

Saix, too, was having difficulty. Bruixe had honed her artistic talent on his face. A very convincing bulls-eye surrounded his X-shaped scar; his forehead bore the legend 'X marks the spot.'

"Hey, why didn't we prank Lexaeus?" Bruixe wondered. "He was passed out too."

Axel looked at her strangely. "Do you want to die?"

"True," Bruixe admitted, grinning. "So… last day before you ship out, right? What should we do?"

He matched her grin with a more dangerous-looking one. "Meet in the Hall of Empty Melodies in one hour. And… bring your weapons."

Suddenly Bruixe was very, very, worried, but she went to get her stuff anyway.