Dlbn: Thank you to Tyler Willis for reviewing the last chapter. Here is chapter five!

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Demyx's sitar played music that floated down the hall from his and Zexion's bedroom. In the bathroom down the hall, Zexion slid his metal blade across his left wrist. The cold metal felt good. Zexion watched the blood drip from the blade to the sink.

"Um." He grunted, clenching his fist.

His wound overflowed red. He turned his wrist over so that the cut was facing the sink. Plop…plop…plop. The blood fell against the sink. Zexion turned on the water. Red water slid down into the drain, swirling before it vanished. Zexion pressed a rag against the cut.

"Hey, who's in there?" A knock came on the door. "Can you let me know when you're done?"

"Uh…one minute, Marluxia!" Zexion responded. "Almost done!"

He wiped his blade off with the rag and shoved the rag behind the toilet. He put the blade in his pocket and put his glove back on to hide his bloody wrist. Zexion walked to the door and unlocked it before pushing it open. Marluxia stood behind the door with a vial of nail polish in his left hand.

"Uh…" Zexion didn't know what to say.

"Hi." Marluxia smiled. "Thanks."

"Uh huh." Zexion walked around Marluxia.

"Hey, wait!"

Zexion turned. "Yeah?"

Marluxia took Zexion's hand and pushed the vial into it. "Hold, please!" He walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Zexion shook his head and walked off into his bedroom. Demyx looked up when he saw the Emo boy enter. He smiled, but his eyes quickly went to the nail polish.

"I don't think pink is your color, Zexy." He told him.

"It's Marluxia's." Zexion looked down at it. "Why am I still holding this?" He threw it over his shoulder, into the hallway.

"Why did he give it to you?"

"To hold while he's in the bathroom."

"Hm…" Demyx went back to his guitar. "I always knew he was meant to be a woman."

Zexion chuckled and shut the door. "You're right." He agreed, walking to his own bed and sitting down.

"Tell me what you think?" Demyx wondered.

His hands played a new melody on the sitar. He began to sing the lyrics Zexion had read from his notebook earlier. Seemed like he was done with the song.

After what seemed like eternity, the music stopped and Demyx was flushing darkly, watching Zexion. "Well?" He wondered.

"It's…amazing." Zexion smirked. "Very nicely done."

Demyx smiled. "You're not just patronizing me, are you?"

"No, I'm not." Zexion stood and joined Demyx on his bed. "Who's it for?" He wondered, shaking his hair from his eyes.

"I'll give you a guess."

Zexion pondered the lyrics for a moment. "Me?" He wondered.

Demyx smirked. He leaned close enough so that their lips weren't touching, but they were about to. "You win." He pressed his lips to Zexion's.

Zexion froze in his spot. He hadn't anticipated that…

The next morning came around quickly. Xemnas and his Organization sat in the living room again. Axel and Roxas were keeping their hands to themselves for once, much to the surprise of the others. Demyx and Zexion seemed like they were a bit closer then before, and Larxene was staying as far from Marluxia as she could. Dr. Phil stood in front of them with his notebook. Kairi and Mrs. McGraw were chatting quietly to the side.

Dr. Phil tapped his foot on the ground. "Where are Riku and Sora?" He questioned.

"I haven't seen them since last night." Kairi was flushing. She obviously knew something.

"I heard noises coming from your van before we all went in for bed." Roxas told the Doctor.

Dr. Phil groaned. "I keep telling them that they can't do that in my van."

Xaldin ran into the kitchen and Xemnas groaned.

"Well, I guess there's no camera crew." Larxene stated. "No crew means no filming. No filming means we don't need to sit here." She stood and stretched.

"Aye, mate." Xigbar agreed as Xaldin came back in. "A captain is nothing without his mighty crew!" He stood and pointed towards the air.

Xemnas pulled him back onto the couch by the coat. "Sit down and shut up." He ordered.

"What be the problem, Captain?" Xigbar wondered.

"You be the problem, mate." Xemnas hissed through clenched teeth. "Cut the Pirate shit."

The front door slammed open and Riku and Sora walked in. They looked as though they hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, but yet were somehow awake and alert. Riku glared daggers at Kairi. "You!" He hissed.

"Me?" She wondered, pointing to herself.

"You locked us in the van all night!" Sora told her.

"I was only trying to give you guys some time alone." Kairi took a step back, not meeting Dr. Phil's gaze.

"Alright, alright." Dr. Phil told them. "You can't take back stupid."

"Uh…what?" Riku wondered.

"Cut the crap, Phil!" Sora ordered. "Kairi…we'll get even." He took a step foreword.

She backed up and ran off, screaming.

"Get back here!" Riku ordered, as he and Sora gave chase.

After watching the three run around and around for a few moments, Dr. Phil stepped in-between Kairi and the boys.

"Alright, you three. Stop, please. We have some filming to do." He told them.

Riku and Sora grumbled and went outside. They came back with their equipment. "Alright." Riku agreed.

"If you say so." Mumbled Sora.

The Organization groaned as a unit. Not this again. As Riku and Sora set up what they had to, and the members of the Organization did the best they could to not just get up and leave. There would be no ending this if they did that.

"And ready in four, three, two, one…Go, Doctor Phil!" Kairi cried.

"The last session of Dr. Phil had it's ups and downs. It's ins and outs." Dr. Phil told the camera. "But maybe today will go better. We still have some issues to uncover."

"We don't have issues!" Roxas announced, his words slurring a bit.

Axel snickered and elbowed him. He hiccupped. "Sh, Roxas." He ordered softly.

Dr. Phil turned to the Organization. "How about we restart our word association?"

He received no answer, only blank stares.

"I'll take that as go on ahead. Now, I believe that I chose the numbers six and four, no?"

"Uh…yeah…" Zexion was glad he was off the hook.

"So how about I choose a couple more? One, perhaps?"

"Shit." Xemnas cursed aloud.

"Excuse me." Dr. Phil scolded. "This is family program. Please refrain from any and all…"

"We can get it in editing." Riku hissed. "Just keep going!"

"Alright." Dr. Phil pulled out his notebook. "How about some word association then?"

"No."

"No?"

"There is nothing wrong with me…or my Organization for that matter." Xemnas uncrossed and re-crossed his legs. "We've got out share of problems, like anyone does, but not bad enough that we need a psychiatric diagnosis."

"People don't see what they want to." Dr. Phil told him. "They completely blind themselves to the things they don't want to see. Such is human nature."

"We're not human." Xemnas pointed out.

Riku and Sora shared a look.

"We're nobodies created when mortal humans become heartless."

"Well, I think we've got his diagnosis." Riku muttered. "Delusions."

"Riku, stop it!" Sora scolded. "Hush!" He put a finger over his lips to silence his lover.

Riku obliged, making a key locking motion over his own lips.

"I am not delusional." Xemnas shook his head. "It's true, right?" He looked to his Organization for backup.

"Yeah, well…" Most were muttering to themselves. "Uh huh."

"Oh, come on!" Xemnas groaned. "Back me up!"

No one answered him. Zexion hid his snickering behind a gloved hand.

"You know, this is what our problem is! Our problem is that none of you take this seriously!"

"No one takes you seriously." Larxene flashed a smirk and rolled her eyes at the same time. "You're such an idiot sometimes."

Xemnas slid down into the couch, hoping that maybe if he went far enough, it would swallow him up. "Thanks a ton, Larxene."

"So…" Dr. Phil tried to get his own opinion in. "You think your Organization doesn't take things seriously enough?"

"No shit, buddy." Xemnas cursed.

"Now, what did I say about…?"

"We'll get it in editing!" Kairi, Sora, and Riku yelled at once.

Dr. Phil ignored them. "Is one of those things you, perhaps, number one?"

"Look, it's Xemnas. Not number one, not anything else. Just Xemnas." He glared at a snickering Marluxia. "And it's definitely not 'Man Sex' either."

The Organization cracked up. Xemnas rolled his eyes and rubbed at them with his coat sleeve. "Whatever." He sneered. "I'm out of here. Deal with the Doc on your own." He walked towards the kitchen, before Xaldin ran out and collided with him.

Xaldin made it out of falling, but Xemnas wasn't so lucky. He fell to the ground.

"Oof!" He cried in dismay. He rubbed his rear end as his Organization started to laugh.

"Are you alright?" Robin wondered, walking to his side.

"I'm fine." He pushed her outstretched hand away and stood on his own accord.

"Xemnas, wait." Dr. Phil tried to stop him.

Xemnas waved him off over his shoulder and went out through the back door. Xaldin stood there for a moment, scratching his neck, before he ran back into the kitchen.

"Ignore him." Larxene ordered, looking over her knives. "He'll be fine in a few minutes."

"Alright." Dr. Phil sighed. "How about we choose someone else, hm? How about you, little lady?"

"Okay!" Marluxia agreed.

They ignored him.

"I thought you were picking numbers." Larxene sneered.

"Well, since you seem to want to get your word in there, I say we'll just have you go."

Larxene scowled.

"So you know how the word association works, so we'll just start."

No response.

"Pain."

No response.

"Love?"

No response.

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

Larxene blinked.

Dr. Phil sighed. "Alright. It seemed as though some people were reluctant to try out the exercises." Dr. Phil turned to the camera. "But others seemed willing."

The Organization members stood and slid out of the room as he was rambling.

"I decided to try a new strategy, which I hoped…"

"Uh…Phil?" Sora wondered.

"Sora, not now. We're filming." Dr. Phil scolded. "A new strategy which I hoped would stimulate their interest in the program and…"

"Phil!" Sora hissed.

"We're filming, Sora, please." Dr. Phil answered.

"We're filming empty couches!"

Dr. Phil turned around to the almost empty furniture. Marluxia sat on one of the couches, fixing his hair. "Well, at least someone is interested in the therapy."

"Huh?" Marluxia wondered, looking around. "Oh." He stood and walked off, still fixing his hair.

Dr. Phil held his head in his hands. "Son of a bitch."

"Phil!" Robin scolded.

"I don't get it! What is with these people?!" He wondered. "Wouldn't you think they'd want help? So that they can function?!"

"Apparently not, Phil." Kairi confirmed. "Maybe we should let them have a little time alone. You know, to think it over?"

"I suppose so…Riku?" Dr. Phil wondered. "Are you still filming?"

"Shit!"