Disclaimers: All media, including Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy, are in fact not mine. All that is mine is probably the execution of the idea. By the way, the restaurant's a parody.

By the way, all you folks who have your private messaging turned off so I can't contact you in any way because of the new messaging system; I'll be putting the sea salt ice cream recipe on my profile.

Second thing, I am SO sorry for taking so damn long with this.

I mean it.

This is almost unexcusable.

You, my beloved reviewers and friends, have my sincerest apologies.

Thank you for your patience with my writer's block.

Now please enjoy the next chapter of Day At the Castle.

… If this is really weird, please blame the Venga Boys.

Thank you very much.

Sora blinks in mild confusion, staring at the girl dressed up in the blue Burger Queen's uniform and at the large shiny plastic name tag on the front of her black apron. He reads it once, twice then one more time just to make sure he was reading it right. Yup, it said exactly what he thought it said.

He looks over at the table where Kairi and Riku were waiting for him for a moment, taking in their private conversation quietly before turning back to the twitching blonde girl in front of him.

"... Am I on TV?" He asks softly, whispering to the absolutely infuriated girl at the cash register. His dark blue eyes remained fixated on the girl's paper hat, in the shape of a crown as all the employee's hats were, and on the young teen's face. He really couldn't believe his eyes, despite all of the evidence in front of him. Was this really here?

Gritting her teeth in a savage snarl, trying her very best not to electrocute the person standing in front of her, Larxene says in her most sweet and innocent tone: "No, sir, you're not on TV. Welcome to Burger Queen, may I please take your order?"

At her abnormally kind tone, Sora flinches and steps back a step before holding his hand out to his side. A bright flash of light summons up his Kingdom Key and he says calmly: "I want two double cheese burgers, two orders of curly fries, one order of french fries, one chicken sandwich, thee chocolate shakes, one kid's meal, an order of nuggets and a slice of pepperoni pizza. Got that memorized?"

Larxene blinks a little at how the Keyblade Master was somehow able to say that gigantic order in a single breath, amazement that this place sold pizza and a little surprise from how Sora easily tacked on Axel's catchphrase without blinking an eye. She nods solemnly, punches in a few commands on the insanely huge and complicated keyboard on the register, and smiles sweetly at him, very much relishing the panicked expression on Sora's face and the chills that instinctively ran down his spine.

"Alright, sir, would that be all?" She asks in a chipper voice, smiling almost flirtatiously at the younger boy, chuckling softly to herself when he shakes his head rapidly in fright and backs even further away from her. Oh, if it wasn't for the fact that she hated Sora with a furious passion and actually had to be NICE to him for this, she might have enjoyed this order. In fact, she decides to take it one step further just really to freak the kid out.

"Alright, sir, here's your receipt and when your number is called, please come to get your order. Do you understand?" She demands quietly as she gently pushes the thin sheet of paper into Sora's hand. At this contact, Sora's face turned a very interesting shade of purple, turned pale, then blood red. Larxene snickers, very much amused on how Sora looked like he was five seconds from actually swinging the Keyblade around and busting up the restaurant in order to attack her. Apparently, he was sincerely creeped out and she couldn't blame him. She was pretty good at pretending to flirt and considering that this was her mortal enemy thanks to the C.O. incident, Sora knew for a fact that she was faking and it was scaring the crap out of him.

"Th... Than-!" Sora's thanks suddenly evolve into a high-pitched yelp for help as he shouts for Kairi and Riku and dashes back to the booth that his two friends were sitting in. Larxene grins maliciously as Sora dives beneath the table and clutches at Kairi's legs in fright, whimpering something about a Heartless in the shape of a pretty lady.

"That was fucked up, you know." Frank, one of her co-workers, comments crudely as she shoves the second receipt into his hand in order for him to start making it. She flashes him a dark glare as she walks away calmly, going into another room in the back in order to "calm" down.

She silently curls her fingers over the long, silver handle and pries the door open, already feeling a little better when the below zero air rushes out of the freezer room to meet her. She closes her eyes in bliss, shoves one of the two long strands of hair she had left after a certain little incident involving Xigbar and Axel, and steps inside, closing the door behind her. She takes in a breath calmly, closing her eyes shut as a black tendril suddenly snakes through her slender fingers, slipping between her fingers as she concentrates coolly.

"THAT FUCKING LITTLE KEYBLADE BASTARD MORONIC LOSER!" She howls in absolute fury as she manages to summon up her Foudre knives fully. A savage snarl contorts her normally tranquil face as crackling strands of electricity suddenly start sparking through the air, filling her hand and trickling up her arm as she shakes with almost inexpressible rage.

A few minutes later, she's crouched on the ground, panting heavily as nearly the entire room was singed with large black streaks from the violent lightning and punches she had inflicted onto it. Nearly every possible surface was charred from her attacks. She tilts her head back, breathing heavily in bliss as she finally starts feeling better, despite the savage attacks she had brought down upon the innocent refrigerator.

Calmly turning a page in the novel he was reading, Steve, yet another of her three companions at work and the only one she actually somewhat liked, comments: "You have anger issues, Larxene."

"Ya think?" She snaps back coolly, standing up and brushing off her black apron as Steve keeps reading quietly. He nods once before flipping the page in the gargantuan novel he had on his lap as he sat on his perch on top of a nearly frozen bag of potatoes that were destined to become french fries one day.

"You need counseling. Or maybe a drink. I haven't decided which one it is yet." He continues in his calm Southern drawl.

She gives him an irritated glare before snarling: "You gonna get out of here or should I shut the door?"

"Nah. I'll stay in here. It's hot out there." Frank says lazily before going back to his book. Larxene rolls her eyes in annoyance and gets up, going back outside to be the "friendliest" she possibly could be for the nice, paying customers. She practically gagged at the idea. Eventually, she could only shrug at this, knowing that she both needed the money and she had to stay the longest she could so she wouldn't get punished by the Superior. But she also knew that it was only a matter of time before she electrocuted someone. Vaguely, she wonders if Sora's order had made yet, smiling evilly to herself.

She knew exactly what to do if it wasn't.

Alrighty, not bad...

Yep, it sucked.

Anyway, I'll try to get Luxord's chapter, which will be up next, written up as soon as possible.

Hopefully, him being a casino dealer (not completely decided yet) is funnier.