NOTE FROM THE Author:

Yup, this is my new story, welcome, welcome. It was just a silly idea that popped out during a conversation with a friend, and I though ' heck, just go for it!'

I like Organization XIII, I also like their hair. Also I always mused around with what they do all day when they're not out plotting evil plots.

I know they're Nobodies, I know they have no feelings and that they most definitely don't eat or sleep. I was just messing around.

Also, I do believe, due to the fact that they remember what it was like having a heart, that their brains automatically emulates how they would normally react to insults or situations, even though, they themselves feel nothing.

Also, this story is just supposed to be plain silly.

It'll only be a couple of chapters. Four at the max. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but things got out of hand.

P.S. Rice omelettes with curry and/or tandoori ARE really good, actually. I don't know about with fish and shiitake mushrooms, but they are good. You should try it. D.S.

P.P.S. I know that water doesn't glow. Demyx doesn't. Well, nobody (oh the humour) claimed that he's a genious, right? D.D.S.

It was turning out to be yet another very slow morning in Organization XIII's stronghold, The Castle that Never Was. It was one of those mornings when you wished you had just stayed in bed, since the slow morning would without doubt turn into a boring, uneventful day, meaning you could've afforded a few more hours with your warm, fluffy pillow. It was noticeably very quiet and still throughout the castle, with the exception of a few Dusks that patrolled the hallways in a silent manner. It was also very quiet due to the fact that none of the Organizations members had woken up enough to start plotting against each other and thwarting said plotting.

Axel was sitting down in the kitchen and observing his cup of coffee, with that blank stare that most teenagers have in the morning of a school day, as it just got colder and colder, hoping to either actually see if the coffee's way of looking would change with the temperature or that the coffee would suddenly turn into a huge, enormous Heartless that would attack and they would all have to fight.

Sadly, none of the things happened.

He turned his attention to an empty cereal bowl that Roxas had been eating cornflakes out of. He had left the kitchen about half an hour before we started this tale to get dressed and fix his hair, since he was one of the few people in the castle who dared to leave their room without styling their hair. He simply walked down in his PJ's and morningrobe, ate his breakfast and got dressed after that.

Axel, however, was not that kind of person. He refused to leave his room without at least two cans of hairspray, one jar of hairwax and two jars of styling gel in his hair. Meaning he had actually gone up about two hours earlier to fix himself before breakfast. Right now, he was sitting in the kitchen, with boredom written all over his face, awaiting the glorious return of Roxas, so that they could see if they could find anything remotely not-boring to do. While being busy with staring at his coffee, he hadn't had time to notice that Xaldin had entered and was now rummaging through the fridge for something that would do for breakfast.

Notably, Vexen and Zexion had already had their breakfast (and had done so three hours before everyone else), and so had Axel and Roxas (although, about three hours after the first two), but nobody had bothered to make breakfast for the people who came after. It was an unspoken rule; you made your own breakfast. Though the people who ate first had the responsibility to get the coffee machine started, make a pot of coffee and leave it there for the coming people to get. Otherwise, hell would break loose when Demyx woke up and came down for breakfast.

Anyway. Xaldin was looking through the fridge for something not gray, fuzzy or moving. ('Wow. We really SHOULD get rid of that fuzzy, month-old used-to-be-salmon,' was a thought that went through his head.) He found some rice that had been left over from Xemnas dinner last night, it used to be chicken and rice, but the chicken was sadly long gone. He also, to his joy, spotted some fish with shiitake mushrooms. And some eggs that weren't completely out of date. He placed all of this on the counter and smiled contently. He took out a bowl and started mixing everything together; to this he added some salt, pepper, curry and tandoori spices.

These odd noises made Axel turn his head and look at what Xaldin might be doing. His face turned into a grimace of utter disgust when he realised what Xaldin was doing; an omelette. He couldn't stop himself from making a gagging noise. "GAH! What in the name of Kingdom Hearts are you cooking!?" he inquired, pointing at him accusingly.

Xaldin turned around and looked at the red-haired man with a questioning look on his face. "An omelette," he said casually and went back to mixing the mixture. He put a frying pan on the stove and turned it on.

Axel stared at his back. "That's not an omelette, that's an abomination! A sin against all that is cooking! You're not going to eat it, are you?" he exclaimed and waved very dramatically with his hands. "This is a new low, even for you."

Xaldin rewarded Axel with a chuckle for his remark on Xaldin's taste in food. Xaldin was the one who was the reason for the 'you cook for yourself'-rule. He had the habit of simply mixing together whatever he found in the fridge and eat it. And since he used to insist on cooking dinner for everybody; the result was predictable. It had all come to a stop when Larxene, Xigbar, Lexaeus, Zexion, Xemnas and Demyx had wounded up bedridden for days with very, very bad stomach ache after eating Xaldin's cooking. Xemnas had then decided that everybody should cook their own food, for the safety of the organization.

Xaldin finished mixing and poured the would-be omelette into the frying pan, it started frying with that nice sizzling noise that eggs make, and the smell of curry cooking started to spread around the kitchen.

Axel turned back to staring at his coffee, realising that he couldn't talk Xaldin out of eating his utterly disgusting breakfast. He sighed and wondered how much more time Roxas would take, he was bored out of his mind! He needed to do something, badly. The coffee wasn't nearly as interesting as he wanted it to be.

Suddenly, a portal of darkness opened itself and a figure in a black coat stumbled out, looking flustered and panting loudly, of course, nobody could tell what expression the figure had, since it had its hood up. But, clearly, it was a member of Organization XIII, judging by the portal and the cloak.

Neither of the two people in the kitchen turned around to look at the new arrival. Axel stared at his coffee, hearing by the panting that it wasn't Roxas, Xaldin had no real reason to care. Neither did he, he simply finished frying and put his breakfast on a plate, took a fork and started eating.

"Good morning, Demyx," he said, not even looking at the figure. "You're up awfully early."

"What'd you do? Lose a bet to Luxord?" Axel asked, and rewarded Demyx with a glance.

Demyx was a heavy sleeper, no matter how early he went to sleep, he had the habit of sleeping until somebody woke him or his stomach decided that it needed food. And he was definitely not a morning person. Even though he was not exactly the most intimidating and fearsome one of the Organization, even Xemnas himself kept out of Demyx's way in the morning. During the time it took for him to get down to the kitchen, drink a cup of coffee and wait for the caffeine to set in, he was a completely different person and would not hesitate to kick anybody's ass; if you stood between him and his coffee, you could expect a huge tidal wave to be thrown over you.

But Demyx did not stand and move like a brain-deprived zombie, his loud panting seemed to be very upset, like he had some big secret to tell, but he only had a short amount of time to say it.

"What? Larxene switched to decaf and just told you?" Axel teased, wondering what Demyx was so upset about. 'Probably something stupid, as usual. That guy can't take anything seriously,' he thought as he looked at Demyx, waiting for an explanation. What he had just said suddenly worried him and he glanced at his coffee, trying to remember what it had tasted like, he reassured himself that the coffee tasted full of caffeine, like usual.

"The…." he panted, trying to calm down enough to talk in understandable sentences. He took a deep breath. "The gel! It's gone! Everything's gone!" he shouted in a tone of complete panic.

Axel and Xaldin both stared at him, then at each other, trying to comprehend what Demyx had just said. Xaldin gave a deep sigh and shoved a piece of the omelette into his mouth, using the fork.

"Demyx. Please. We've talked about this. When you're out of hairgel, you simply go to the supply room and fill up your personal stock," he said, looking at Demyx like he was talking to a retarded five-year old.

Not that Xaldin needed hairgel, anyway. He was of the element of wind; small currents of it were constantly circulating his entire being, making his long dreads move by themselves. It gave him a very dramatic appearance. Axel often found himself wishing for the same thing, Xaldin himself probably had no idea how badass he looked.

Axel pointed at Xaldin and nodded.

Demyx, still with his hood up, looked insulted. "Man! I know that, you told me on my first day here! I mean the supply room! It's empty! EVERYTHING's gone!"

Demyx's word resonated through the room a while, then both Xaldin and Axel started laughing hysterically.

"Hah! Good one, Dem!" Axel said and wiped tears from his eyes. Then he laughed some more.

"You do realise that this is impossible, right? Even if it were true, there's no way that somebody stole EVERYTHING," Xaldin said, snickered a bit and ate another bite out of his omelette.

They laughed some more at Demyx presumed prank.

"Then come to the supply room! I'm serious, it's empty! Do you seriously think I would come down here without fixing my hair if I was joking?" he said, waving his fists furiously.

Axel stood up with both surprise in his eyes and an evil smirk on his lips. "Your hair's down? Really?" he walked up to Demyx and circulated him like a shark a couple of times.

Demyx knew where this was headed and grabbed both sides of his hood so that Axel wouldn't be able to pull it back. "Yeah. Nothing in."

Axel looked at him. "Lemme see! Take of your hood!" he shouted and pounced at Demyx, grabbing the hood and trying to pull it off.

Demyx fought back. "NO! Let go!"

Xaldin looked at the two and chuckled.

Demyx looked at him through the hood. "I'm not lying! Somebody stole out stash! Please, just come with me and see for yourselves," he said and managed to push Axel back.

Axel sighed and shrugged. "I guess I will, at least. Beats sitting here waiting for Roxas, anyway."

Xaldin shrugged as well and opened a portal, which they all went through. Xaldin hesitated for a while, wondering whether he should leave his omelette or not. He decided that it would taste just as good by the supply room and it would only get cold if he left it. So with a content look on his face, he followed Demyx and Roxas into the portal.

Well on the other side of the portal, Demyx was jumping up and down and pointing at the door into the supply room. Axel sighed and was resting his arms on his neck in a very nonchalant manner. "Now look, Dem, there just NO way in this world that somebody could have stolen everything in the supply room," he said in a firm voice.

Xaldin walked up to them. " I agree, there's enough things in there to last Axel three lifetimes," he said with a completely straight face, with no hint of trying to be insulting.

Axel scoffed. "Excuse me?"

Out of all the members in Organization XIII, Axel was the one who used the most products every day. In fact, he used about three times as much as Xemnas did, even if Xemnas used tons and tons of spray-on hair balm. (And, trust me, that's A LOT of products.)

"I know that! What do you think I am, and idiot?" Demyx asked.

Neither Xaldin nor Axel answered this, they just gave each other a glance, Axel with a raised eyebrow and Xaldin with his mouth full of food.

"Ugh," Demyx said and put two fingers to his temples, like he was getting a migraine "just go in, will you?"

Axel, who had just started to figure that this was all just a very bad prank by Demyx, walked up to the enormous door, and for safety, he made sure to check that there wasn't any buckets balancing on the door, awaiting a victim to soak. He realised that this was not the case, so he pushed the heavy door open with ease and peaked inside. It was too dark to see anything, which was surprising, since the entire castle is white and glows by itself. Axel thought nothing of it and lit a small fire in his hand as he walked in.

Demyx followed along with Xaldin, who munched happily on his omelette.

It was still to dark to see anything properly, Axel did a twitch with his wrist and one of his fiery chakrams appeared in front of his palm, where it hovered; it's edges burning with bright red flames. Axel did another twitch with his wrist, and the chakram started spinning very fast, the flames on the edges expanded, allowing the spinning deathtrap to become a very fancy lantern for the trio.

"What happened to the lights, anyway?" Axel asked and looked accusingly at Demyx.

Demyx did some sort of flustered twitch with his neck along with a scoff, sounding like he was seriously offended by Axel's quiet accusing.

"It's not my fault! They were like this when I got here," he said and crossed his arms like a stubborn child.

Xaldin looked confused. "Then how did you manage to see anything?"

Demyx sighed. "What, I'm the main suspect all of a sudden?"

"Whoa! Don't get so defensive, Dem, we're just asking," Axel said.

Demyx looked away and muttered something about 'not getting defensive'. He did a sweeping movement with his hand, a ball of water formed in his palm, he dropped it to the floor where the ball form broke with a 'splosh!', he quietly whispered something that sounded like 'Dance, water, dance.' and the puddle of water formed into a complete clone of Demyx, although, without hood and hair up. It was hard to explain, but the clone seemed to glow, it was subtle and not actually visible in the figure, but it actually added a few feet to their line of sight.

"Your water-y clone-thing glows. Right," Axel pointed out, sounding like he didn't believe it.

Demyx scoffed in an offended manner again. "Newsflash, Axel, there are actually minerals that glow, there are minerals in some types of water."

"Right, right," Axel said, stopping the upcoming argument, "Let's just take a look here, shall we?" he said and started walking, sending his chakram to circulate him, which it did in a very content manner.

Xaldin had finished his omelette while Demyx and Axel had been bickering and was wondering what to do with the plate, he decided to carry it until he could get back to the kitchen.

They approached the first aisle in the stock room, the aisle that was filled with so much hairspray that if it were food, would be able to end the hunger-crisis of the worlds. Axel threw his chakram up high, while Demyx's clone walked ahead and stood there for a while.

Axel and Xaldin both looked around at the shelves.

For a moment, Axel could actually hear his mind snapping. What he was looking at was so horrible that his mind could simply not comprehend it, his entire way of being came crumbling down on him. All seemed lost, it was like he was falling down into the black abyss with no sign of it ending. How was he supposed to react? Think about how you would feel if somebody stole something as important as air to you. That was how Axel was feeling.

"Gone," he said and ran to the next aisle, the one where the hairwax resided. Same thing there. "gone," he said again. It was the same throughout all of the aisles.

He fell down to is knees. "It's all gone," he said in an empty voice. He grabbed both sides of his head. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" he screamed with all his might.

Oh, the drama! Who stole the hairgel? Will they find out? Does water actually glow or is Demyx making lame excused for not knowing? Will Xaldin find a place to put his plate or will he finally succumb to logic and get foodpoisoned from his own cooking? How will the rest of the organization take the theft? And lastly; Can Marluxia get any more gay?

Find out in the next installment of:

Organization XIII's Bad Hair Day!