A/N: Hello kiddies. I bring you 26 some-slightly-longer-than drabbles about Organization XIII. Put each of the Organization member's names in a hat and themes in another, and see what themes I got. And this is the isanity that I got! Mwahaha.

Disclaimer: Don't own the rights to KH, and we all know that if I did I'd for once be HAPPY.

Anyway! Drabbles.

Plotbunnies on Command

1. Saïx – Unforgettable

Saïx could remember when he first joined the Organization. He hated it. He wanted to leave. He wanted to die. Most of the members taunted him, for not being part of the "original six." Then he met the Superior.

"Welcome, number VII," the said.

"Number... VII?"

"We are all given numbers here. You are the seventh member to join, and therefore are number VII."

"Just... who are you?"

"We are a group of Nobodies, ones who don't really exist at all. We have no hearts, no souls... we yearn for those."

"Nobodies? No...hearts?"

Saïx placed his hand over his chest, where he could feel an empty void eating away at him.

2. Marluxia – Camouflage

Marluxia could never blend in, like the rest of the Organization. He could never sit there unnoticed; rather, he was always the first to be noticed. One day, he decided to test his stealth.

He tip-toed into the library, hiding behind trashcans and bookshelves and anything else he could find. He found his prey.

"Hello, Marluxia."

Marluxia was stunned. "What the sh—"

He blinked, to find Zexion busying himself in a book. "How did you know I was here! Was it my scent!"

"No, it's more like your sakura blossoms are impossible to not notice."

Marluxia stormed out, swearing under his breath.

3. Xigbar – Affection

Valentine's Day made Xigbar sick. Xigbar thought showing love to someone and giving cheesy cards that don't even reflect anything and shoving assorted almost-stale candies under someone's nose is the farthest thing from appealing. That aside, he loved to pull pranks on people.

Whether it was pouring maple syrup in Saïx's shampoo, tying Xaldin's shoelaces together, or drawing mustaches on a sleeping Larxene, Xigbar loved it. He'd pulled almost every trick in the book on Organization members.

However, Demyx has never been his victim.

Since this would be his first time victimizing poor Demyx, Xigbar had to think of something special. He was looking at his papers filled with diabolical pranks.

Someone barged through the door.

"Demyx, not now! I'm busy, y'know?" Xigbar's palm met his face.

Demyx blushed a little and shoved a box in front of the older man. "For you."

The box was in a shape of the heart Xemnas claimed the Organization lacked, it was a beautiful, almost passionate, red, decorated in beautiful lacey ribbons. The sweet aroma of chocolate filled the air.

If Xigbar had a heart (the author thought he did, but damn character developing -shakes fist-), he would've melted on the spot.

4. Axel – Tangle

"Superior, sir, where'd Axel go?" Roxas quietly asked Xemnas.

"I don't know exactly where he went, he said he had to go somewhere to find something," Xemnas had a soft spot for Roxas. Everyone knew it. Xemnas didn't want to have a soft spot for the kid though; he just needed him to obtain Kingdom Hearts. If Roxas ever found out how Xemnas was using him, he'd surely betray the Organization.

The author decided to cut to the chase, and a little while later, Axel returned and casually entered Roxas' room.

"Try knocking next time?" Roxas murmured.

"Hey, be nice – I practically chopped my ass off to find one of these for you."

"...For me?" Roxas asked skeptically.

"Dumbass. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." Axel ruffled the younger man's hair.

He tossed a yellow fruit onto Roxas' bed.

"A... papou?" Roxas picked up the fruit and studied it.

"Share it with me?"

"Stupid. Of course I will."

5. Roxas – Honey

"Hey squirt, if you don't start actually eating something, you'll never grow past my shoulder. You do want to grow, don't you?" Axel's voice echoed in Roxas' head.

"Hey, who's the shrimp down here?" He could hear Xigbar.

"I should feel exceedingly superior towards you, shouldn't I, shrimp?" he could hear Larxene asking, and then laughing at her own sense of humor – or therefore lack of.

Roxas tossed and turned, and then shot up out of his bed. "That's it! I have to grow! It's the only bloody way I'll get some respect around here." He stormed out of his room and into the kitchen, forcing the refrigerator doors open.

He stuffed everything he saw in his mouth – chicken, soda, chocolate syrup, eggs, milk, he gulped them all down, hardly considering swallowing.

Then he saw it.

The honey.

The Organization knew better than to touch the honey, as it was Xemnas' special stash. Roxas didn't care; he could get away with almost anything Xemnas caught him doing. He grabbed the oversized jar and twisted it.

"Fuck... open damn you!" Roxas twisted and twisted, but the lid was practically superglued on.

"Aha! Here we go!" Roxas grinned devilishly as he opened the jar. As he raised the lid in one triumphant hand, the jar spilled all over him.

"Roxas, what's all the noise over here..?" Axel walked in, rubbing his eyes. "HOLY SHIT."

Axel stood there with his jaw wide open, nose on the verge of bleeding, staring at a very sticky Roxas.

6. Xigbar – Deodorant

Most of the Organization respects Xigbar. They have to. He is, after all, second-in-command... but moreover, he has big, scary guns. They respect Saïx more as second-in-command, as he acts appropriately for the position. But Xigbar threatens everyone with his guns, and well, those aren't exactly something you'd like to see pinned your throat first thing in the morning.

Xigbar likes walking down the long Hallways that Never Were in a very conceited, egoistical manner that screamed "I'm second-in-command, bitches! Obey me!" with some maniacal laughter to follow. This particular day, Zexion was walking in his self-conscious semi-slump walk along the hallways as well.

"Oh... fuck, Xigbar, what is that smell! Ugh, I can't breathe!" Zexion said, suddenly covered his hand over his mouth while his face turned blue-r than Saïx's hair. "I really, God's honestly can't breathe!"

"What?" Xigbar asked, not stopping his walk.

"Did... you... forget..." Zexion managed within breaths. "To...put...your...deodorant...on...again?"

"Yeah, what of it? I'm going for a more 'natural' scent."

Zexion fainted.

7. Xemnas – View

Xemnas has always wanted a castle. For his entire former life, the Medieval Ages had fascinated him, as did the big, powerful buildings from that era. He could remember Xehanort as a child, always playing dress-up in knight costumes, and sometimes even he'd pretend to be a princess (wearing a very pretty pink dress, if I do say so myself) locked away in a tower. He would read books on the subject, and whenever he went to the beach, the first and only thing he'd do is construct a rather pathetic attempt at a sand castle (which was actually a blob, but hush, he wants the ego boost).

Now he finally had a castle to call his own. Not just one, he had two castles – the Castle that Never Was and Castle Oblivion.

"Xemnas, sir, er... what are you doing...?" Saïx noticed his Superior staring dreamily into the big moon-shaped object they called "Kingdom Hearts" (everyone knew Xemnas had naming issues).

Xemnas sighed and jumped when he heard Saïx call out his name. "Wha? Why... I er... um... I was... admiring the view! Yeah, that's what I was doing."

Saïx eyed the Superior with wary eyes and noticed a bit of drool hanging out of the side of his mouth. "Were you... sleeping...with your eyes open?"

Xemnas yawned. Saïx grabbed him (by the hand, mind you) and said, "You're getting some sleep, whether you like it or not. No more Kingdom Hearts shit or sex until you get some."

He could've sworn he heard Xemnas let out a slight noise in protest.

8. Vexen – Wish

He never understood why the others never respected him. Just because he was a little older than them doesn't mean he wasn't cool, or anything. And it most certainly did not mean he was some creepy old pervert and or rapist.

And just because he spent a good majority of his time down in the castle basement working on some sort of experiment did not mean he didn't enjoy the company of others.

One day, Vexen checked his calendar. "...You're kidding me, right? Damn, it can't be here ALREADY!" (The author would just like to point out that it is NOT, in fact, 'that time of month' for Vexen. Thank you). He then proceeded to rip out some of his hair in aggravation at both the date on the calendar and the author's last extremely lame attempt at a joke.

Vexen stormed up to his room and opened the door, slamming it behind him.

"What're you doing here?" Vexen asked bitterly into the shadows.

"So I really don't get a hello, now do I?"

"Get. Out. Of. My. Room. Now." Vexen commanded, pointing to the door.

"And if we refuse?" Lexaeus and Zexion stepped out of the shadows.

"I'm not in the mood. Get. Out."

"And we know why you're not in a good mood. And we're here to celebrate," Zexion explained.

"...What's behind your back?" Vexen tried to take a peek, but Zexion wouldn't let him.

"Happy day-of-creation, Vexen," Lexaeus whispered, barely smiling.

"How did you find out!"

"C'mon, we've all known each other for two lives. You'd think we'd know when your birthday is."

"Now, make a wish," Zexion said. He twisted his hands from his back and shoved a rich, vanilla cake in front of Vexen.

Vexen closed his eyes and blew out the candles.

9. Axel – Shoulder (this one's a bit, er...let's put it this way, if you don't like the funky sounds Axel makes, SKIP this)

"Hey Roxas" Axel whispered into the younger man's ear.

"What do you want now?" Roxas rolled his eyes.

"Remember this?" Axel waved a somewhat crumpled coupon in Roxas' face.

"You still HAVE that!"

"Uh-huh." Axel smirked deviously. "And I want to put it into use. Right now."

"Have I ever told you that I HATE you?"

"Love you too, Rox." Axel ruffled Roxas' hair. The two retreated to the older man's room.

Saïx was walking past Axel's room at the moment.

"Mmmmmmm, Roxas" Axel chirped. "That's the spot... But c'mon, I know you can be rougher than that."

Saïx's abnormally pointy (but still very sexy) ears perked up. His eyes bulged. "What on earth are those imbeciles doing!" Placing his ear on the door, he decided to inspect a bit longer.

"Nnnngh, Roxas! Not THAT hard...Oh yeah, that's good... don't stop..."

Saïx couldn't take it any longer; he barged right into Axel's room to see Axel on his bed with a very satisfied smirk plastered onto his face and Roxas on his knees rubbing Axel's shoulders with more of a pout on his lips than usual, assuming that's possible.

"W-what the hell... are you two doing?"

"Weeeelll... The Superior came in here and told me I needed to clean up, and while cleaning up, I found this 'free back massage' coupon Roxas made me for my 'birthday,' and since my back hurt from all the cleaning, I thought this was the perfect opportunity to use it."

"And I gave it to him months ago too!" Roxas snapped.

"Your fault you didn't put an expatriation date on it, dumbass," Axel rolled his eyes. "Now massage."

Saïx scooted slowly out of Axel's room, quietly closed the door behind him, and then ran for it.

10. Xaldin – Yell

Xaldin has always disliked yelling. He preferred a quiet, calm environment over a chaotic preschool; ironically, that's what the Organization was. If Xemnas ever left the Organization on a "business trip" as he called it, he'd always pass over Xigbar and leave Xaldin in charge (despite the fact that he obviously favoured Saïx over everyone) because Xigbar was irresponsible, Saïx is not a pretty sight when he's pissed, and Xaldin was responsible and calm. And had a high ranking. However, Xaldin did not like babysitting these neophytes. He'd rather sit in his room and read, in solitude and peace, or continue working on that novel he started a while back. But noooooooooo. Xemnas just had to go to the spa far too frequently for anyone's – excluding Xemnas', mind you – liking.

So, Xaldin was sitting lazily and apathetically on the Sofa (that Never Was). Xigbar and Demyx were running around doing God only knows what, Marluxia swinging his scythe like a club, ironically destroying all the plant pots and vases in the room in futile attempt to catch Axel. And Larxene was taking great pleasure in poking the stoic Lexaeus' arm, trying to see what made him tick. The other members were doing whatever the hell they wanted, and were not within Xaldin's sight.

"Haha, Flower boy, you'll never catch ME!" Axel smirked.

"DAMN YOU, COME BACK HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE YOU PORCUPINE!"

Axel stopped running.

"Say. That. Again." His eyes darkened and narrowed.

"Axel," Xaldin sighed, "We don't want another trip to the hospital now..."

"PORCUPINE HAIR!"

Marluxia knew that like he, Axel had a soft spot for his hair and took great pride in it. Axel, in response, drew his chakrams.

"Axel..." Xaldin warned.

"Bring it Flower boy!"

"AXEL! MARLUXIA! Shut your pathetic traps this instant! If you do shut the fuck up, I'll make sure the Superior never hears of this, and make sure Saïx doesn't have to punish you."

Axel and Marluxia were perfect little angels the rest of the night.

11. Larxene – Ugly

No one ever questioned Larxene being the first and only woman admitted into Organization XIII. She wasn't particularly sensitive about it; however, she did beat up anyone who made fun of it.

But there was something that ticked her off even more.

Larxene didn't understand why it ticked her off, after all, the Organization members all preferred men to women when it comes to all that mushy shit.

"Xemnas, y'sure this is our newest member? Y'said it was supposed to be a rather nice looking girl—"

Xigbar could feel a sharp pain in his eye and it went black from there.

And that, my only friend, is how Xigbar got his eye patch.

12.Roxas – Fleeting

There was nothing more Roxas wanted than to find out who he really was – if he was someone, at all. That was something no one could give him, rather, it was something everyone refused to give him. They knew it would hurt them in the end.

"Roxas, you can't leave!"

"I'm sorry, Axel, but this is what I must do..." Roxas clenched his eyes tight.

"Roxas, don't... You know I want you to stay. You know how I feel about you. You know that you're just hurting the both of us by doing this..."

"Nothing lasts forever, Axel."

Roxas walked away.

Staring into the depths of the rain-soaked sidewalk, Axel murmured, "But we are nothing."

The author then resisted to worsen her SR-71 obsession and decided that it's best not to say "Time can solve the mystery, but love is only temporary" even though that totally suits this drabble.

13. Xemnas – X-mas

"Xemnas, sir, in all due respect... what is this?" Saïx asked nervously, watching a very, er... overexcited, Xemnas smothering a tree in bright, shiny things of varying sizes and shapes.

"Oh Saïx, I got the most marvelous idea while visiting Christmas Town! The Organization, it's always so... drab and gloomy... we needed something to show that we're not boring and gloomy and 'all work and no play...' we needed Christmas!"

"Christmas...?" Saïx had no idea why he was continuing this conversation.

"You know, the holiday with all those presents and cookies and the fat guy in the big red suit?"

"I do now."

Xemnas could tell Saïx was uninterested by his Superior's rather immature behaviour. He sighed and walked behind the younger Nobody, wrapping his arms slowly around his waist. "You're not taking a liking to this, are you now?" Saïx shuddered as Xemnas continued whispering in his ear. "I know something you're sure to enjoy" Xemnas let go and grabbed Saïx's hand.

Xemnas brought Saïx into the centre of the room; a small plant- hung from the ceiling. Before Saïx could say or ask anything, Xemnas' lips met his – locked.

The author then decided to stop right now to keep it at a PG-13 rating and because she is a lazy ass.

A/N: that's it for the first thirteen drabbles. Go to the next chapter to see the rest.