Oblivion
Organization XIII was a group, a fold, if you want to call it that. Held together by the belief that, by giving it enough hearts, Kingdom Hearts would eventually have to give them their hearts back. Nobodies they were, beings with no hearts or emotions.
Xemnas, the Superior, was stolid; never showing any emotions, holding fast to the fact that they had no hearts. Despite this, he tried as hard as he could to perpetuate his (non)existence.
Xigbar, the Freeshooter, was always abstracted, portraying his element, space, perfectly. His hair, looking like someone blanched only stripes of it, completely contradicted his personality and instead made him look the age he really was(n't).
Xaldin, the Whirlwind Lancer, was as bestial as the Luna Diviner. Mercy to him was nothing, just a small voice over a cacophonous one.
Vexen, the Chilly Academic, was always profuse with knowledge in science. He was, however, the object to everyone's contempt, much to his dismay.
Lexaeus, the Silent Hero, was as silent as his name. Serene even in battle, he was one of the strongest in the group.
The Cloaked Schemer, Zexion, was as emotionless as the Superior, desolated himself from the others, yet when he spoke, he was never incessant.
Saix, the Luna Diviner, was ravenous when Berserk. The second to receive odiousness, he still performed his duties with perfunctoriness.
The Flurry of Dancing Flames, Axel, decided that he would rather burn his opponents then rend them unconscious. When the Key of Destiny left, he was hit with melancholy.
The Ninth, the Melodious Nocturne, was the first to deny their non-existence, and instead prattled on that they had hearts. Nonetheless, Demyx feinted his emotions as well.
The Gambler of Fate, Luxord, was as censorious as the first seven. He believed that Fate was certitude, as was time.
The Eleventh, Marluxia, was insidious, conspiring against the Superior. His weapon, the scythe, trimmed the Graceful Assassin's enemy to shreds.
The Savage Nymph, Larxene, was as much of a traitor as the Assassin. Her saccharine attitude was disrupted when she attacked and pulverized her opponent.
The Last, Roxas, the Key of Destiny, always had his views obscured. Like a phoenix, he was the only one to be 'reborn'.
In spite of their work, in spite of their luxuriance, a flourishing Keybearer rebelled against their dictum. They parried, but it wasn't enough, and they were cast into oblivion.
This was originally something I wrote for English Lab...I was supposed to use ten vocab words (though I obviously used more then that...) in a story, poem, or anything like that. I decided to use Organization XIII, because that's all I thought it could fit. The bolded words are obviously the vocab I used. I don't didn't feel like rewriting it so it's easier to understand, but if you have any questions, just ask.