Dlbn: Hey there! In honor of Marvex day 2009, I give to you chapter four of A Very Disorganized Organization Vacation! Enjoy!
Nbld: Thanks to Jhyena Aj Jax for reviewing!

Demyx sat on a rock, sitar on his lap. Zexion sat with him, just watching the ocean. Soft tunes floated from Demyx's sitar, making Zexion want to take a little nap in the sun.

"Ugh." Demyx crossed out something in the notebook next to him and wrote something else. "One, two, three." He counted before he played another tune.

A moment or two passed before he grunted again and changed what was written. Zexion reached across and took the notebook. Music staffs and measures were scrawled across the page, lyrics under them. Zexion raised an eyebrow and flushed at what was written: Demyx's silent confession of love. He handed it back.

"What do you think?" Demyx flushed, sliding closer to Zexion.

"It's good." Zexion answered, looking away.

Demyx grasped Zexion's chin and turned his head to face him. "How good?"

Zexion kissed him quickly and pulled back just as fast. "Very."

Demyx smiled and fused their lips together again.

"Ugh." Larxene walked past, hood up. "Get a room, you two." She ordered.

Larxene stepped into the shade provided by the large tree a few yards away from the couple. Luxord was under them, playing cards with himself.

When she stopped in front of him, he looked up. "Poker?" He offered her.

"And owe you money?" She wondered. "As if." She snorted, sitting down on the opposite side of the cards. "I'm just trying to get away for Marluxia. He wants me to paint my nails with him."

"I think he likes you." Luxord told her, moving a couple of cards around.

"Likes me? He thinks he's a girl." Larxene pushed her hood back and stuck out her tongue. "And I'm no lesbian."

"I know that." Luxord stated. "But maybe deep down he really is straight."

A light on Luxord's bluetooth lit up bright red. "Got a call." He informed. He touched the bluetooth. "Luxord."

Larxene sighed and lay on her back. She folded her arms under her head. "I'm surrounded by morons."

"Thanks a ton, Larxene." Luxord told her.

"Any time."

"You're in a bad mood." Saïx commented, kneeling down next to her. "What's your deal?"

"I'm always like this." She sneered. "It isn't a bad mood. And what about you? You're always either staring at that heart shaped moon or staring at drawings or paintings or pictures of the moon. Sounds like an obsession to me."

"It isn't an obsession." Saïx sat next to her, leaning back on his hand, with his legs crossed out in front of him. "The moon is a gorgeous thing."

"Sure it is."

"It is." He argued. "I could stare at it for hours on end if I really wanted to."

"You do stare at it for hours on end." Larxene snarled. "What else would you call it?"

He shrugged and closed his eyes, letting the moon's radiance tease along his pale skin. She sighed and fought the urge to just stalk off.

"What? No snide comments to share, Larxene?" Saïx wondered.

She gave him a look. "No."

"Uh…Larxene…" Luxord trailed. "Marluxia's coming."

She sat up quickly. "What?!" She hissed.

Sure enough, Marluxia was walking over with his over-exaggerated hip swinging. She stood. "Gotta run." She flipped her hood up and ran off, using shadows for cover.

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Riku and Sora peered out from the side of a tree across from the one that Luxord and Saïx were still sitting under. Sora held the tape recorder and Riku held the video camera. Riku looked down at Sora, and Sora looked up at him.

"These guys are a gold mine!" Sora whispered. "Forget giving the footage to Phil." He shook his head. "We could sell it to Hollywood and make a movie! Twice the pay!"

"I don't know about that, Sora." Riku whispered, shaking his head. "The movie business doesn't always work out."

"So? We could make it! These guys are one big teen angst movie!"

"Stop dreaming, Sora." Riku ordered.

Sora stared at the red light blinking on the camera. "Is your camera still on?"

Riku looked at it. "Shit." He cursed, turning it off.

"You need to learn to shut things off before we start taking. Now, if we give the tape to Phil, he'll hear that conversation!"

"Don't worry. I'll get it in editing before I hand it over."

Sora scowled. "Riku! You know Kairi does editing! If she watches it and hears what we were saying, she'll open her mouth!"

"Oh, come on." Riku rolled his eyes. "We've been friends with Kairi since we were little. We hung out on the Islands together, remember?!"

"So?"

"She wouldn't turn us in." Riku waved off Sora's suspicions. "Sides, we'll go in the editing room and fix it before she gets the tape."

"Well…I guess so…but we don't know how to edit things like she does."

"Fine. Then I'll rewind and tape over the conversation."

They both ducked back behind the tree as Larxene ran past. "Leave me alone!" She cried.

"But Larxene! I need your he-elp!" Marluxia cried, following her.

"Ask someone else and leave me alone!"

Riku and Sora came back out from behind the tree. "That was a close one." Sora told Riku. "Come on. Let's go edit that tape."

They left towards where the van had stopped dead. Sora reached the van first and pulled open one of the rear doors. Kairi sat inside, legs folded. She smiled at them. "Tape?" She wondered, holding a hand out to them.

"How'd you know?" Sora wondered, smile fading away.

"I just had a feeling." She smirked. "Now let me edit it so you two can go and get busy in one of the rooms that Xemnas guy let us use."

"You know, Kairi, it isn't exactly enough footage yet." Riku told her. "Why don't you just edit it tomorrow, after we get more?"

"I think I should edit this first and save it on a backup tape." She argued. "Is there something on there you don't want me to see, Riku?"

"No, of course not." Riku hoped to the Flying Spaghetti Monster that he wasn't flushing.

"Maybe you two accidentally taped yourselves?"

"Exactly." Sora jumped into the conversation. "We accidentally taped ourselves getting it on in the storage closet, and we wanted to…uh…watch?"

Riku gave Sora a look that told him he was an idiot.

"Well…alright. Have your little Yaoi Fest in here." She laughed and stood. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Riku and Sora answered as one, watching her leave the van and shut the door behind her.

A dead bolt clicked and they knew she had locked them in. Sora tried to pull the door open, but nothing happened.

"Uh…Sora? It's a push…" Riku told him.

Sora flushed and pushed on the door. "Nothing. Damn it, Kairi!"

Riku set the camera on the console. "Well, at least we have the van all to ourselves."

There was a wicked gleam in his eye that Sora couldn't mistake for anything else. It was happy hour!

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Xemnas sighed and flipped through the magazine that was left on the coffee table the last time he and the Organization members were there…three years ago. What in the world was wrong with his Organization? The others didn't take him seriously, and now some Doctor with an ego problem was trying to find out what was wrong with them and fix it? Nothing could make the day worse. Larxene ran by, being chased by Marluxia.

"I think a nice coral would go with your skin tone!" Marluxia called after her, holding up a vial of pail pink nail polish.

"I'm not using no damned nail polish!" Larxene snapped. "Try getting Axel and Roxas to do it!"

"Behave, you two!" Xemnas called after them.

They didn't answer him, but he could hear indistinct yelling coming from the back. Roxas and Axel walked in from the kitchen. Axel held a bottle of wine behind his back and Roxas held an open beer in his hand.

"Hey, wait a minute." Xemnas stopped them. "You're not 21, are you, Roxas?"

"No, why?" Roxas wondered.

"Hand over the beer. You're underage. That's not good."

"The drinking age isn't 21 anymore." Axel put his hand over Roxas' mouth to stop him from calling out his lie. "It's 15. Right, Roxas?"

Roxas nodded and pried Axel's hand off. He held it by his side, their fingers intertwined. "Right." Roxas smiled up at Axel.

"Really?" Xemnas wondered, eyebrow raised. "Huh." He went back to his magazine. "I did not know that."

Axel gave Roxas a smirk and pulled him out of the room.

"He's gonna find out we lied to him." Roxas informed.

"Oh, big deal." Axel rolled his emerald eyes. "You and I both know he has no backbone. He won't do anything about it."

"Well, yeah…but…"

"Don't worry about it." Axel kissed Roxas' temple as they began to ascend the staircase.

Before Dr. Phil and his crew had arrived, the Organization members had claimed their own bedrooms. The one Axel and Roxas choose only had one bed, so there was more room if they got wasted and decided to 'play pretend'. Axel pushed the door open with his shoulder and they disappeared inside. Roxas shut the door as Axel walked over to the desk to put on a CD.

"Get away from me, you freak!" Larxene's voice cried from the other side of the door.

"I need your opinion!" Marluxia's voice argued as footsteps came closer to the door.

"Is he bothering Larxene again?" Axel wondered. "I swear, one day, she's gonna be the death of him."

"And then we get to laugh." Roxas nodded.

Axel laughed and pressed play on the CD player. Sultry music flew from the speakers.

"Nice." Roxas snickered as Axel walked over to him.

Axel held up the bottle of wine and popped the cork. "Ready for a little fun?"

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Saïx lay down on his bed, staring out the window at the moon. Luxord was playing cards on his cell phone on the bed across from Saïx. The two had opted to share a room because they both liked quiet, and neither would bother the other. They had their share of problems: Saïx was sure that Luxord had a gambling problem and Luxord didn't seem to care for Saïx at all. But as long as they didn't voice their problems, it was fine. Luxord's cell rang and he cursed. He pressed the button on his bluetooth to activate it.

"Luxord." He greeted the caller. "What? No, he can't have until next Tuesday…well you tell Waka that I don't care. That isn't my problem!"

Saïx often wondered how many people owed Luxord money, and how many of them were never heard from again. His guess was a lot.

"I don't care if his boyfriend's in a coma! He has to pay me! Yes, I know medical bills are expensive…well, he should've thought of that before he borrowed money."

"You can't predict when someone's going to land in a coma, Luxord." Saïx informed him. "Humans are very fragile things."

"He walked into friggin traffic." Luxord hissed to Saïx. "It's his own damn fault."

"Yes, but…"

"Don't talk about things you don't understand." Luxord waved him off. "No, not you."

Saïx sighed. Where in the Universe That Never Was did Luxord get his reasoning skills? Or his logic, for that matter. Luxord grunted and hit the button on his bluetooth again.

"Not getting your money?" Saïx wondered, not really caring.

To Saïx's surprise, Luxord answered. "I'm getting my money." He sneered. "Waka just wants another week."

"You gonna give it to him?"

"No." Luxord shook his head. "I talked him down to three days."

"Alright then…" Saïx sighed.

This was gonna be one hell of a vacation.