Well, I'm pretty sure invading Disneyland is now a tradition, so here's the earliest one we did. We actually had the camera the whole 4 days, so we filmed a lot more than usual. We were basically in casual clothes unless we were in Disneyland, and the one thing we all wore was our sweatshirts. They were all black zip-up hooded sweatshirts with our names on the back in our certain colors (i.e. The Melodious Nocture, The Cloaked Schemer, Nothing But Memories, etc.). It was so much fun, so let's get started!!

"Welcome to Organization XIII's yearly trip to Disneyland!!" Demyx exclaimed happily, giving the camera Xaldin had trained on him a peace sign.

"Demyx, shut up!" Axel yelled at him, throwing a magazine at him.

"Well, we're not exactly at Disneyland yet," Demyx continued, lowering his voice. "We've been waiting here at the Sea-Tac airport since 5 p.m. It is now…" he looked at the watch on his wrist, "2 a.m. Our flight doesn't leave 'till 7:30. Currently, almost everyone is asleep." He looked back behind him. Almost every Organization member was asleep in a chair. "We got here really early."

"S'not my fault," Zexion mumbled, rolling over in half-sleep. "Thought it was 7:30 last night, not this morning."

"So, we are stranded here without a car waiting 5 and a half more hours for a flight," Demyx continued. "And I'm hungry."

The blonde gave a small yelp as a pair of arms wrapped around his stomach from behind, lifting him up to sit on Lexaeus's shoulders. "Big brother Lex!" he exclaimed happily, the larger man holding onto his knees to keep him steady. "Take me to food!"

"Where do you want to go?" Lexaeus asked.

"McDonalds!" the blonde replied excitedly. The orange-haired man walked over to the fast food restaurant, ordered and paid and, handing the food and drink up to the blonde still on his shoulders, walked back to where the other members were sleeping. "Thanks, big brother Lex," Demyx said as Lexaeus brought him down to the ground again.

"Get some sleep, Dem," Lexaeus said, going back over to get a little more sleep.

"Plug in the camera, Xaldin," Demyx said. He cuddled up close to Zexion, who wrapped an arm around him in sleep, and fell asleep himself. Xaldin gave a small smile before plugging the camera into the wall to charge it, pressing the button on the side.

"We are currently lost in the streets of California," Demyx said, looking at the camera in Xaldin's hands. "We got on a bus somewhere, and we're not sure where we are now."

"We're in Anaheim, you idiot," Axel muttered, moving an arm to rest on the back of Roxas's seat.

"I know that!" Demyx defended. "I just don't know how far away from anything we are!" He turned around in his seat. "Superior!"

"We are 5 minutes away from our hotel, 20 minutes away from Disneyland," Xemnas replied, leaning against Saix's shoulder.

"I'm not sure I even got the memo on where we're staying," Luxord said, leaning against Larxene's seat. "What hotel are we staying at?"

"Red Lion," Xemnas replied.

"Room assignments?" Xaldin asked from behind the camera.

"We'll be in rooms of 4 except for the last room according to number," Xemnas explained. "Saix."

"In the first room will be the Superior, Xigbar, Xaldin, and Vexen," Saix said, looking at the sheet of paper in his hands. "In the second room will be me, Zexion, Lexaeus, and Axel. In the third room will be Demyx, Luxord, Marluxia, and Larxene. In the fourth and final room will be Roxas and Xion."

"I'm not with Zexion?" Demyx asked, looking sad at the assignments. "Why not?"

"Demyx, are you questioning the Superior's orders?" Saix accused, stuffing the paper back in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"N-No! Of course not!" Demyx replied immediately, twisting around in his seat again to face back forward.

"I don't get to be with our little water boy?" Xigbar asked, winking at the blonde.

"Zexion!" Demyx exclaimed in fear, the slate-haired man moving to sit in between the two.

"We're here," Xion said, looking out her window.

"'Bout time," Vexen muttered. Getting all their luggage together, Demyx strapped his sitar to his back (it was too big to fit anywhere else so he had to carry it) and everyone filed out into the hotel lobby.

"We have a reservation," Xemnas told the receptionist, the young brunette just staring at the fourteen. He snapped his fingers a couple times in front of her face when she didn't respond. "Hello? Reservation? Four rooms? Fourteen people?"

"Oh, yes!" The girl started typing into her computer. "I'm terribly sorry. Name?"

"Sonte," Zexion replied, watching Demyx pluck nervously at the strings of his sitar. "Should be under Sonte."

"Yes! Sonte! Here it is!" The girl handed Xemnas fourteen key cards, smiling as she typed something into the computer. "You're all on the 2nd floor," she said, looking back up at the older, "rooms 5, 6, 7, and 8."

"Thank you!" Demyx called over his shoulder as the fourteen piled into two separate elevators.

When they were all back together again, Xemnas passed out key cards, making sure to count heads. They'd lost Demyx the last time and he just wanted to make sure everyone was there. "Sleepover in Demy's room!" Xigbar exclaimed, grabbing the blonde in a headlock.

"Everyone is to stay in their own rooms," Xemnas ordered. "Xigbar."

"Fine." Xigbar released the now freaked sitar player and headed into his room with Xemnas, Xaldin, and Vexen. The remaining 10 Organization members piled into their own rooms, doors slamming shut and locking. "Xaldin, put that camera down."

Demyx's door opened and he popped his head out. "Make sure to charge it, Xal!" he called across the hall before his door slammed shut again.

"It's time for the Axel blog," Axel said. Xaldin seemed to be the permanent cameraman, so he trained the camera on the walking redhead.

"What happened to Demyx?" Roxas asked, walking alongside him.

"He's half-asleep," Axel replied, pointing ahead of them. Xaldin turned around to see Demyx half-leaning on Zexion in blue boxers, a white T-shirt, and his sweatshirt with a Nemo plush under his arms.

"Marly!" Roxas called behind him, the pink-haired man busy talking to Larxene. "Did Demyx sleep at all last night?"

"Like a rock," Marluxia replied.

"And he snores," Larxene added, running a hand through her short blonde hair.

"Well," Axel said, Xaldin turning back to face him, "we're getting breakfast because, well, we're pretty damn hungry."

"Axel!" Xemnas called. "Turn that camera off!"

"Later," Axel said.

"Demyx."

"What? Oh, hi!"

Xion giggled at the blonde's reaction, watching him almost fall off his bed. "Hi, Xion," he said, smiling. "What's up?"

"Zexion sent me to get you," Xion replied, still smiling.

"I almost forgot!" Demyx hopped up from his bed and set his sitar against the wall, racing to the closet.

"What's your hurry, Dem?" Xion asked, watching the blonde hurriedly pull on a pair of jeans and his shoes.

"I promised Zexion I'd play him the song I wrote before we left the hotel," Demyx replied, grabbing his sitar. "Thanks, Xion!"

"Where's he going?" Roxas asked, watching Demyx run into Zexion's room and slamming the door behind him.

"It's Demyx," Xion replied, giggling. "Where is he not going?"

"We are heading for the bus to get to Disneyland!" Demyx exclaimed happily.

"No, Demyx, we're walking to Disneyland," Larxene said, shifting the bag on her back. All 14 of them had small backpacks that held their cloaks; they were changing inside the park.

"What?" Demyx asked. "Why?"

"Because Axel wasn't allowed on the bus," Luxord replied.

"My hair is suspicious," Axel muttered. "Damn bus driver."

"How far do we have to walk, Superior?" Vexen asked, playing with the ends of his hair.

"We're here," Xemnas replied, motioning forward. In front of them stood the Happiest Place on Earth. Demyx smiled and started running for the park.

"Demyx! Stop!" Saix ordered. The blonde skidded to a stop on the pavement. "Turn." He obediently turned to face his superior. "Good boy."

"Here are you tickets," Xemnas said, handing each person an entrance ticket. "Don't lose them. Demyx."

"What did I do?" the blonde asked. Zexion reached over and took his ticket.

"I'll keep it for you," he said, sticking both their tickets in his jeans pocket.

The fourteen walked into the park with almost no problems (convincing security that Xigbar isn't a terrorist takes a little time) and headed into their separate locker rooms. They changed into their cloaks and, locking their bags in lockers, met up again outside.

"Demyx, why aren't you wearing pants?" Larxene asked. Everyone looked down at the blonde's legs. He was wearing black combat boots and his cloak was zipped almost to the bottom, but if he moved just right, you could see skin where the top of his boots ended.

"I have pants in the locker," the blonde defended. "It's really hot, though."

"Then, what exactly are you wearing under that cloak?" Marluxia asked.

"A tanktop and these." Demyx reached down to his bottom zipper, pulling it up to his stomach. Under his cloak, he was wearing a pair of gray shorts stopping halfway to his knees (a/n: I'm a girl. Excuse me for having girly shorts! Well, not exactly mine…).

"Are those mine?" Zexion asked.

"Yep!" Demyx smiled. "Fit me pretty good, don't they, Zexy?"

"Zip back up, please," Zexion muttered, his cheeks slightly pink.

"So, Zex," Axel grinned, slinging an arm around the shorter's shoulders, "girls shorts?"

"I was younger!" Zexion defended, his cheeks getting darker by the second. "They went down past my knees!"

"Whatever you say, Zex," Axel replied, still grinning. "Whatever you say."

"Meet back here in 6 hours," Xemnas ordered. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Saix was the only one to answer.

Luxord, Lexaeus, Xigbar, and Xaldin headed for any food they could find; Vexen headed for any hands-on things he could find; Marluxia and Larxene headed for the shops; Xemnas and Saix stayed near the entrance just in case; Axel drug Roxas off to go on some scary rides, Xion following close behind; Demyx and Zexion headed off to try any ride they could, well, more like Demyx drug Zexion off to try any ride he could find, but you get the point.

"It's time for us to leave," Demyx said, pouting in the general direction of the camera Xaldin pointed at him.

"Yeah, our trip got cut short," Roxas added.

"Back to the airport," Xion said.

"Let's go," Xemnas said.

"Are we all checked out?" Marluxia asked.

"Affirmative," Saix replied. They were all in the outfits they'd arrived in, a small duffel bag each.

"Bus to the airport!" Demyx exclaimed happily.

(a/n: the bus ride was really boring and normal, so…let's skip to the airport!!)

"Is it on?" Demyx asked, cocking his head to the side. Xaldin nodded and the blonde smiled. "Well, we're at the airport gonna go through security."

"Sir, please take off your shoes and take off all metal objects and place everything in your pockets in a tray," the employee said, waving Larxene through the metal detector.

Xaldin placed the camera in a tray as Demyx emptied his pockets. Into the tray went his high-tops, his phone, a gum wrapper, 38 cents, his wallet, his sitar necklace, his watch, a DS game, a key, the Disneyland entrance ticket, the hotel key card, a king of hearts playing card, his I-pod, and a paperclip.

"You had all that in your pockets?" Larxene asked, watching the process from the other side of security.

"That's just my front pockets," Demyx replied, reaching into his back pockets. From there, he produced a few scraps of paper, part of a song he'd started writing, a sucker stick, 23 cents, a ten-dollar bill, a queen of hearts playing card, and another paperclip.

"Stop putting everything in your pockets and maybe it wouldn't take so long to empty them," Marluxia muttered, pulling off his own high-tops.

Zexion went through the metal detector, Xigbar following close behind, when a guard stopped them from walking any further. "Please step this way, sirs," he said, motioning to a curtained area. He stopped Demyx as well. "You too, sir."

"Not again," Zexion muttered.

"Listen to me closely," Xigbar ordered as the three followed the guard, stopping behind the curtain. "We. Are. Not. Terrorists."

The guard ignored him as he walked up to Demyx, patting the blonde down. When he was satisfied that he was hiding anything, the guard stepped away. Demyx smiled, pressed a kiss to Zexion's cheek, and headed out to the other waiting eleven members. The guard turned back to Zexion and Xigbar. "Please remove your clothing," he ordered.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Xigbar muttered.

"Where are II and VI?" Xemnas asked when Demyx walked up to them.

"They got strip-searched again," the blonde giggled. Xemnas groaned, rubbing his temples. A few minutes later, Zexion and Xigbar rejoined the group.

"So, from all us here at Scoobs Productions and Zemyx Time," Demyx said, smiling at the camera. "See ya later! We all love you!!"

"Yeah, right," Axel muttered.

"Shut up, Axel," Roxas scolded, smacking the redhead's shoulder.

"He loves you, he just doesn't know it," Xion said.

"Zemyx Time 5," Demyx said, giving the camera a peace sign. "Dem-Dem out!"

Our Lexaeus (Drake), being the awesome guy that he is, really can pick me up and I'm able to sit on his shoulder. It is so cool!! Anyway, it seems that security everywhere hates Xigbar and Zexion because whenever we get on a plane or even go to an airport, they both get strip-searched while I (Demyx) just get patted down all the time. This trip was pretty frickin' awesome, and all fourteen of us loved it!

All questions will be appreciated. About 2 weeks left 'till the Zemyx Time Panel. All suggestions on where we should go next and who we should take will also be appreciated. *peace sign* Dem-Dem out!!