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Hey, ya'll. =3

Remember this picture? =3 Well, guess what? This is the story that goes with it. =3

Actually, this part is more like the prologue. The next part is when it REALLY gets good. >3 Once again, this was not looked over by my proofreader... I've been going into OVERDRIVE lately, so it's not like I can blame her for being tired... XD; Just forgive me is something doesn't make since, cuz I accidentally deleted the last half of it and ended up having to do it all over again. XD;

Hope ya enjoy! ^-^

This fanfic was inspired by a true story... >.>;

2Foxxie4U's Irrelevant \ Sleep Deprived Productions~

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"Eet Moore Chikkin?"​

Xaldin and Axel stared at each other, not blinking. They were standing inside of the kitchen. Neither of them blinked or said a word – they just stood there, their arms crossed, staring solemnly at the other. Xaldin had on one of those white poofy hats you usually see chefs wear in the commercials. It was eerily quiet.

Finally Axel spoke. “Today’s the big day, huh…?”
Xaldin nodded, still not taking his eyes off Axel. “Yes… Tonight will test all of your true skills… I’ve taught you everything you know; now it is time to see how much you have really learned.”
Axel quirked an eyebrow. “What’s in it for me?”
Xaldin smiled, faintly. “Oh, that’s an easy one… The winner will receive the title “Fire Chef” and with be rewarded with ZE POOFY HAT OF DEWM!” He grinned and pointed to his hat.
“Oooohhhh…” Axel gave a low whistle. “Well… What happens to the loser?”
Xaldin’s grin grew wider. “The loser will have the honor of WASHING ALL OF THE DISHES!”
Axel blinked, shocked into silence.
“… By himself,” Xaldin added, smirking.
Axel gave a slight gasp, this time. By HIMSELF?!
“Do you accept the challenge?”
“…Wow…” Axel murmured, thoughtfully. “There’s a lot riding on this one…” He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment. After a while, he grinned, and said, “I accept your challenge, Wind Master.”
Xaldin grinned again. “Very well, young grasshopper.”

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“DINNER TIIIIIIME!!!!” Xaldin shouted about an hour later. Axel grabbed a small mallet lying on the table, and whacked the huge gong that they had placed in the dining room just for that reason.

They were now in the dining room, waiting for everyone to come so they could eat. Xemnas had made it a rule that they were an ORGANIZATION, and would eat together like one. So, even if there was one member missing, none of them would be able to eat unless they were hunted down, strapped to a chair, and force-fed. Dusks flitted around, setting up the table for their masters.

Hardly 5 seconds after gong was rung, Demyx rushed into the room. “DidsomebodysayFOOD?!” he squealed, grinning. His hair was soaking wet – he’d probably been swimming when he heard the dinner call.
Axel rolled his eyes, chuckling. “How’d I know you’d be the first one here?” he asked, sarcastically.

Demyx grinned, and plopped down in his chair. He began drumming the table with his fingers, impatiently. “Mmmm! Something smells good! What are we having today, Xaldin?” he inquired. His mouth began watering.
Xaldin shook his head. “Wait until everyone’s here, Demyx. It won’t kill you.”
Demyx huffed angrily, and crossed his arms, waiting…

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Zexion walked down the halls, slowly making his way to the dining room. Huh… I wonder what kinda crap Xaldin’s gonna serve us today…? He thought. Out of the whole Organization, he, by far, was the pickiest eater.

As soon as he walked into the room, he nearly mobbed by 12 very hungry Nobodies.
“THERE he is!” Larxene screamed, enraged.
“What TOOK you so long, you stupid little sneak?!” Xigbar demanded.
“I’M STARVIN’!!!!!” Demyx whined.

“Alright, alright, everyone. Calm down.” Xemnas ordered.
They all fell silent, glaring at Zexion as he took his seat. “Now…” Xemnas started as he turned back to Xaldin and Axel. “Could you two PLEASE tell us what you are serving for dinner now? It is safe to say we are all very anxious to eat.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Well, if you MUST know…” Xaldin started, slowly, “today, we’re doing something different. Axel and I are having a little competition to see how far he’s come…”
“Tch…” Zexion rolled his eyes. “Great. Axel’s cooking… It’s been a while since I’ve had charcoal…”
“HEY!” Axel protested.
He looked like he was about to say something else, but Xaldin shook his head slightly, and the redhead fell silent. “Now, now, Zexion… I think you’d find it surprising how far my pupil has come…”
“That STILL doesn’t answer the question!” Saix growled. “What do we have to eat?!”
“Oh yeah… That.” Xaldin held snapped his fingers. A few Dusks floated in, carrying 2 trays in their arms. “This is what I’m serving. 2 roasted French hens with honey BBQ sauce.”

Everyone stared at the two chickens, mouths watering like crazy. They were already planning what part they would steal, when Axel cleared his throat.

“A-hem… Now for what I’m serving…” He snapped his fingers, also. A few Dusks carrying 3 trays floated in. “What I’m serving is 13 steaks! Slow roasted, and covered with seasoning!”

Everyone stared. The trays were covered with THE thickest, juiciest, most tempting looking steaks they’d EVER seen in their lives.

“And, of course…” Xaldin snapped his fingers once more. A few dusks floated in, carrying bowls full of side foods. “The normal sides: sweet peas, mashed potatoes, rice, Fruit Punch, etcetera.”

“EAT UP!” the two shouted at the same time, and they sat down.

The dining room transformed into a madhouse as the Nobodies scrambled around, trying to get the best parts of the food before the others.
“OOH! OOH!!! Give me that steak!”
“THIS looks good!”
“HEY! I wanted the drumstick, Xigbar!”
“Oh, go get your own, Waterboy!”
“Yumnumnumnum…! These mashed potatoes look great!”

A few minutes later, they’d all settled down a little, munching happily on their food, and chatting with one another.

Luxord looked over to Marluxia. Not only did he have steak on his plate, but a whole quarter of the chicken, too! He quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, and asked, “Hey, Marly… I always thought you were a vegetarian or somethin’… What’s with all the meat?”
Marluxia blinked. “Vegetarian…? Hell no! They’re evil.”
Luxord blinked, also, now completely confused. He looked down at Marluxia’s plate – for the first time noticing there were no veggies on it at all. “But… You—”
“Killing all those perfectly innocent plants and absolutely refusing to eat meat for no reason at all…! They make me sick…” Marluxia growled. “Murderers! Murderers, ALL OF THEM!” It was easy to tell now that the Assassin was in his own little world now…
“Uh… O…kay…?” Luxord inched away from the pink haired man, looking at him strangely.

“Mmmm!” Xemnas sighed. “Axel, this steak is amazing!” He was sitting across the table from the redhead.
“I agree!” Saix shouted, grinning. “How ever did you get it so tender?”
Axel shrugged, grinning. “I whacked them with a spiked mallet. Many times. And ya really gotta put your body into it, too!” He grinned, and said, jokingly, “Got it tenderized?”

They both cracked up. Axel grinned, then turned around, and started talking with Xaldin about some random thing he’d noticed about shampoo.

While Axel was doing that, Demyx, who was sitting right beside him was shoveling food in his mouth as fast as he could. Aw man… he thought, sighing. My chicken’s gone already… I haven’t even gotten started! He looked over at Larxene, who was right beside him. She still hadn’t eaten any of her steak. Hmmm… I wonder what that tastes like… he thought, staring at it, hungrily.

“Hey… Larxene…” He nudged her a little.
She turned around to him, an annoyed look on her face. “What?!” she snapped, her mouth full of mashed potatoes.
Demyx pointed to her steak, smiling innocently. “You gonna eat that…?”
Larxene blinked and swallowed, staring at him incredulously. “…What? Am I gonna eat it?! WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK I GOT IT, YOU DOPE?! OF COURSE I’M GONNA EAT IT!!!” she roared.
Demyx blinked, then looked at the ceiling, thoughtfully. Suddenly, he began licking his hand, rapidly.
Larxene stared at him, completely confused. “What are you—”

He spit into his hand until it was soaking wet with his saliva, and then slammed his hand down on her steak, grinning wickedly.
“HEY!” Larxene shouted, glaring at him.
“Ya still want it?” he asked, innocently.
Larxene growled. “Why you little…!”

Suddenly, she picked up the steak, and slung it at his head, with a furious scream.
“YAH!” Demyx ducked at the last minute, making the steak fly into the back of Axel’s head.

“And, I swear! It was like… Huh…?” Axel stopped in mid-sentence, feeling a slight nudge on his head. He turned around to Demyx. “What do you want?”

Xaldin stared at the back of Axel’s head. There, skewered on the sharp spikes of Axel’s red hair, was a big, juicy, perfectly seasoned steak.

“BWAAAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!” Xaldin slumped down on the table, pounding it with his fist, and roaring with laughter. Vexen heard him laughing and turned around to see what was going on. He took one glance at Axel head, and started cracking up just as loud.

Axel blinked, and turned around, puzzled. “Huh? What is it? What’s so funny?”

Demyx stared at the steak stuck on the back of Axel’s head, glanced at each other, and began laughing at him, too.
Axel turned back to them, smiling a little. “What is it?! WHAT IS IT?! WHAT’S SO FUNNY?!” he asked, not wanting to be left out of the joke.

Seeing the steak on the back of Axel’s head again just made Xaldin and Vexen laugh that much harder. Xigbar looked over in morbid curiosity, and started cracking up, also. He nudged Luxord, who was right in front of him. He looked over, too, and cracked up, also, making Marluxia crack up.

Axel looked back to them. “What??? WHAAAAT?????” Him turning around made Larxene and Demyx laugh harder, which made Roxas look over and… Well, in no time, the whole Organization was laughing at the poor pyromaniac.

Axel looked around, confused, still not getting what was so funny. That’s when he realized; they were all laughing at HIM!

“Oh crap…” he whispered. He looked around, blushing. “Wh-What is it…?” He ran his fingers over the top of his head, missing the steak by a mile. “Is there something in my hair…?”

This just made everyone laugh even MORE. Axel glanced around, confusion and panic in his eyes. “What? WHAT?!”

We’ll leave them for now, all laughing at the poor, unfortunate redhead who had no idea there was one of his masterpieces attached to the back of his head.

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Axel had his arms crossed and was grinning at Xaldin. They were back in the kitchen, a stack of dishes beside the sink, just screaming to be washed. Xaldin was looking down at the floor, pressing his two index fingers together, and not saying a word.

Axel smirked, drinking in his victory. “Well, Xaldin…? You know what you said before…” he said, slyly. “In the end, ALL of my steaks were gone… But look!” He motioned to one of the trays, “You still have, like HALF, of your last precious chicken left…”

Xaldin sighed a little. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He straightened up, took a deep breath, and said, “You are the true Fire Chef, and whatever...” He took off his precious hat, and plopped it on Axel’s head. “Here’s Ze Poofy Hat of DEWM, as promised.” He laid his hands on Axel’s shoulders. “I have taught you well, young grasshopper.”

Axel beamed. “I learned from the best.”
“Yeah, well…” Xaldin turned around, crossing his arms again. “Just go on before I change my mind about washing the dishes. Go on – go play video games with Roxas and Demyx, or something.”
Axel laughed, and took off.

Xaldin turned back a little, and smiled, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. “Okay, let’s see here…” He looked at the pile of dishes. Suddenly, the pile grew into a mountain of dishes, all dripping with BBQ sauce and smeared with dried up mashed potatoes.

He groaned. WHY did I have to say that the loser would wash dishes by himself?! he screamed in his head. He glanced around. There’s gotta be SOME way I can sneak out of doing all of these! He glanced around, then caught sight of the tray with the chicken in it. That was always the dish he hated washing the MOST.

Glancing around suspiciously, he grabbed it, and rushed over to the refrigerator. Uh-oh… No room in here… He thought, looking around. He glanced around a little more, biting his lip, when he caught sight of the oven.

He stared at it a while, then crept over to it. Not to worry, Xaldin… he though to himself. It’ll only be for a few hours… It’ll be okay. It’s simple – I’ll come back for it around midnight, and wash it then! Not to worry… No big deal, you’ll remember…

He opened the oven door, quietly, slipped the chicken in, and closed the oven door.

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Dum, dum, duuuuuuuuum... <insert impending doom here>

>.> Trouble... Yes, I know.

I just noticed this, but YES, when Axel recieved Ze Poofy Hat of DEWM, he had already gotten the steak out of his hair. XD

Just incase you were wondering. XDDD

STEAAAAAAK!!!! Got it tenderized? >3

Lord of the Wings,
~Leah.

--EDIT--
The next part is FINALLY up! XD;