I decided to start a short little thingie...thing. This is based off of an unreleased fic that I should release in summer or so.

It's basically my OC in the eyes of each member of Organization XIII, as a warm-up for said unreleased fic. It's just something for fun, so.

Starting with Xemnas, argh.

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To be as honest as I can be, I don't know why I decided to recruit her.

To start, she is not a Nobody; no, there is a heart beating in her chest, meaning that she could betray us at any time, forced to follow what her heart believes she should follow. Because her being remains intact and is truly real, she is not a member of my Organization. She remains simply an ally, Number Zero.

The girl is not what you would expect of someone so young, younger than the Keyblade Wielder when he started out on his journey. She has many morals set for herself, and her life is planned out from the very time of day she brings it up to the second of her death. Despite this knowledge of herself, she admits that she has no knowledge of how to deal with people, fearful of offending others. She treats us Nobodies as if we were real people, my assumption being that that is how she was raised and would not settle for anything less.

I walked in on her while she was trying to make her lunch. Unlike the rest of my Organization, she leaves her coat unzipped while she does not have a mission to attend that day, keeping on a favorite shirt and the standard black pants on underneath. Most of the time she wears socks to cover her bare feet, but there has been more than one occasion where she doesn't bother and many have caught her padding around barefoot. Her gloves were off, set aside on the table.

She started to pour the Ramen she was making into a bowl, eventually pouring too much. She made a sound of annoyance and made to pour the spare soup into the sink, but instead spilled most of it on the counter.

"Fuck," she cursed, not knowing I was in the room, and proceeded to take a large amount of paper towels and try to mop up the mess, to no avail. "Double fuck."

I walked over to her, and she turned. "Hi, Xemnas," she mumbled nervously, cleaning even faster.

"Number Zero, are you sure that you can fend for yourself?"

She shot me a dirty look, which I returned with somewhat of a smirk. "'Course I can! I make Ramen noodles all the time, I spill only sometimes. God."

I crossed my arms and stepped back, watching her finish the job. She was such a touchy little thing, snapping at others if she happened to not feel well. In this instance she was underrested, complaining of only getting a few hours of sleep the night before.

She took her steps with half-hearted grace, lugging the (now somewhat emptier) bowl to the long table. She pulled a purple case of of her pocket and opened it up. It was empty.

I was about to comment when she opened her mouth, stuck her fingers in, and removed a contraption from the roof of her mouth and set it in the case, closing it again.

"What is that?" I asked her.

"Retainer." She said it as if I should know what it was. I sat down across from her and watched her eat.

She was messy; that was one aspect of her she didn't bother to hide as she spooned a handful of noodles into her mouth and took a great bite, taking her time, broth dribbling a little out of her mouth. She wiped her chin clean and sniffled as she swallowed, preparing to take another bite. I tilted my head absentmindedly, absorbing her curiousness.

She looked up. "What, do you want some?"

"No."

Shrugging, she returned to her meal.

When I had recruited her to aid me, she had demanded that she was assigned an element just like the rest of us. I handed over the element of Emotion, which she accepted grudgingly. "All of the good elements are taken," she growled to herself as she stalked off to an empty area to go train soon after I had talked to her. However, she showed aptitude, being fast enough to catch even skilled fighters somewhat off-guard. She was weak, though, and could get hurt easily. She's cried before as a result, but she is indeed getting better at withstanding pain. Her weapons, a kind of throwing star that reminded me of Number Eight's chakram, served more for display and intimidation than harming the enemy. When I mentioned her weapons' similarity to Axel's, she snorted. "I've got shruiken. Axel's got chakrams. There's a difference, Xemnas."

I couldn't order her about, but there was a level of respect that kept her with us. I admired her somewhat for that.

She finished her lunch and got up, cleaning the dish and setting it in the sink before retreiving her purple case and sticking the retainer back in her mouth, chasing it with a swig of water.

"Is there any work I can do? I'm bored."

I laughed quietly. "Not many people say they are honestly suffering of boredom here."

"You aren't answering my question."

Without waiting to hear an answer, she threw up her hands. "I'll go read, then. Ugh, boring-ass castle with nothing to do." She hesitated, then added, "No pun intended."

I stood. "Nothing to laugh at."

She sighed, patted my back in a friendly manner, and walked out, mumbling about video games she had to work on. Poor girl couldn't make portals or anything of the sort, so she had to walk about the enourmous castle, prefering to take elevators when they were available. It was "good exercise anyway", so she never complained.

Dxamana the Resistant. That's what her name should've been.

I stretched lazily, hearing the crinkling of paper from behind. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, I reached behind to pluck a note off of my coat.

It read, in Dxamana's somehow neat scrawl, "I am so gay for Saix."

"NUMBER ZERO!"