Dear Reader: I hope you enjoy reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. It is indeed chaptered, one for every member. I do hope you enjoy it enough to laugh freely. If it's not asking much, I'd like a review. Not too many, just the regular amount. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts, XIII Order/Organization XIII, or Demyx…though I wish I did.
Alright, one note. I'm not sure how much or how long I'll use it, but a scene break for this story is
- -X- -
Other than that, all usual functions and such.
Oh, and a slight warning that Japanese names and terms for Organization XIII and their names might be used. No biggie.
XIII -The New Guy-It was very abruptly important for me to acknowledge my surroundings. I'm not sure why.
Normally, it was just one place to annoy somebody, or another place to play annoyingly loud on my sitar, and because of this, it was just policy to call me 'Idiot'…
Pretty true.
As Organization XIII's number IX, it's always been my job to put a little love and laugh into the poor suckers I call colleagues. Unfortunately, they don't appreciate my hard work at all.
I once tried to fix Larxene's hair so it didn't look so much like two television antennae had been placed there, but all number XII did was electrocute me. So her hair looked like a neon orange push broom for a few days. That wasn't my fault!
Since then, she greets me with a lightning dart and 'Move it, stupid!' every time she sees me.
I went into Marluxia's room. Somebody had to tell him he was going to miss the Castle's meeting that was happening in three hours. It was very important that he know he was only three hours early and therefore in danger of missing the-oh, who am I kidding? I just wanted in!
And I got thrown out just as fast, with a 'Stay in the corner until your time out is over, stupid!'
I hate it when someone gives me a time-out. Not even Xemnas gives me a time-out, even when I scribble crayon all over his wall. He just gives me dish duty.
Speaking of dish-duty, Luxord was supposed to help me dry. I felt nice that day, so I didn't want him to miss out on his favorite show. I let him off a little while I washed 'em. Only problem was I left the wet dishes on his cards. I was out of there so fast I smashed through six walls…and right into Marluxia's room again. Stupid time-outs.
Luxord doesn't let me play poker with him much anymore. He 'doesn't want my stupid rubbing off on his playing cards.' That just sucked. Ah well. At least it wasn't a time out.
I probably did the worst thing to Axel. He and I never got along much. We had monumental wars, and he won the big one. I got mad and had my water clone jump him while he was blow-drying his hair. You can screw a lot out of Axel: cash, candy, food, clothes, bragging rights…But you never screw with his hair-dryer. I shorted it out. UH OH.
I STILL have to see the doctor once a week to help with the third-degree burns, and that strange red chakram sticking out of my chest. It just WON'T budge! And that tag saying 'STUPID' in big bold letters isn't helping. I'm not stupid! It's just the whole world acting like it's smart!
AAAAANYWAYS, in some form or another, I've managed to dangerously piss off a lot of dangerous people.
Haven't pissed off the Superior yet though, but he does think I'm an idiot. I'm afraid it might only be a matter of time.
Then something happened that changed my tune…
- -X- -
It was a rather dreadful time for me. I'd been confined to my room to avoid being lynched by Saix. I'd pissed him off somehow, perhaps by destroying his moon-viewer. It was an accident! I just didn't like the way the moon looked that night, but when Saix saw me, he…
It was a time of great fear for all of us. Have you ever seen that man fight? He's a MANIAC! Berserker was the nice way of putting it, because something called sanity left that man's mind a long, long time ago. If he can't get the one he's looking to lynch he's just go after anyone. The Superior usually calms him down after a while, but until then everyone hides in their rooms. No one is willing to stand up to a crazy guy with a giant claymore, okay?
Suddenly, the Superior had called us all down to the Assembly Hall for an important announcement.
No one could move. Saix was prowling the halls for me, and anyone who dared leave their rooms would find that their rooms were in ruins at Proof of Existence. Zexion knew. His weapons' plate had been slashed when Saix rampaged last time just because he stepped out the door.
As a result, the Superior had been ignored. Probably not a good idea. We had a new inductee on our hands, and if we bothered to come, we'd have learned his name.
I suppose to you, it's not a very big deal. At least, not right now, but you'll get it eventually why we had made such a fatal mistake.
I never knew we had a new guy until I heard Saix talking to someone. Yikes.
"Get out of my way. I'm waiting for Demyx," Saix said. I winced at this.
"Well, I'd love to, and I will, but first, I really need to get to the washroom. You're the only one here. Xemnas is busy filling out applications for my room," he said "He never told me where the map was."
"Didn't I already tell you to go away. I don't care about your life story. Now move before I stab you," Saix snapped, his claymore resting on his shoulder.
"Well, it won't kill you to tell me where the bathroom is," I heard him reply.
Dang! That kid was going to get killed! Once Saix gives a threat, you're gone, and that's it. He's not used to someone standing up to him, because no one will stand near him. The kid definitely wasn't from around here, and the more I listened, the more painfully obvious it was.
"Look, just get out of my way. It's not hard. Simply direct your person somewhere else. Would you rather I fling you across?"
"I don't like pestering people, but just tell me where the bathroom is. I need it really badly."
"How badly?" Uh oh…Saix is gonna screw this kid over.
"Really, really badly. Desperately even."
"Show me."
I peered even deeper into the keyhole at the new guy, who was doing possibly the most desperate potty dance I'd ever seen.
"That desperate. Are you going to tell me where the bathroom is now?"
"No." See. Screwed over. Never, ever let Saix give you a chance to exploit your weaknesses.
Even so, I could see the new guy get irritated. Badly. I couldn't use the word anger. That was impossible. But just then, the new guy came eerily close to Saix in a berserk: uncontrollably fierce.
"You know what? I can't force you to help me. But you got my hopes up for no reason other than to shut them down!"
"Pretty much," Saix said "It helps with my anger issues to see other people get mad."
"That irritates me greatly," he replied.
Suddenly, two strange weapons were revealed underneath his cloak. I've seen those before. I know I have. What were they called before…?
Keyblade. YEAH! That's it! Wow…okay, confused. How the heck does that kid have ONE Keyblade, much less the duet? Yikes. This is the sort of thing that meeting would have been useful for.
AAAAANYWAYS, the kid was about to stick it to Saix.
Wait.
The kid was about to stick it to Saix.
OHMIGOD THE KID WAS ABOUT TO STICK IT TO SAIX!
Oh crap.
Not entirely of my own volition, I jumped in there, grabbed an arm, and pulled. The kid didn't move. I pulled a little harder.
And realized Axel was there too.
"Axel, what the hell? The kid was about to stick it to Saix," I snapped.
"I know that, stupid. Stop trying to be a hero and go away," Axel snapped back.
"He was going to stick it to me? Can't have that now can-" Saix began.
"SHUT UP!" we both roared, and shot him with water and fire blasts.
He smacked into a wall and didn't move again.
The other Order members ran out of there rooms, celebrating, except for Marluxia, who went right back in.
"Rec room?" I asked.
"Rec room," Axel answered.
We both dragged the kid away from the hubbub and into the rec room.
- -X- -
The rec room was the obvious choice for people looking for privacy. It was unbelievably cramped and mostly people avoided it like the plague because the ceiling fan was a painful hit to the head.
"I can't believe we stuck it to Saix!" I gasped, setting the kid onto the couch.
"I can't believe it either. You know how long I've wanted to do that? FOREVER!" Axel exclaimed.
"I can't believe you two jumped in like that. I was ready to kick his butt!" the new guy snapped.
We both looked at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Kid, you do know you're not allowed to kick other member's butts? There are rules," Axel said.
"There are rules against that? Why wasn't I told?" I snapped "All those beatings…"
"You already break the rules, so they're allowed to punish you for it," Axel said.
"Can you please tell me where a bathroom is? I know this is completely random, but if you two were watching I think you'd understand how desperate that potty dance was!" the new kid snapped.
We sighed and pointed to the broom-closet sized door to the left of the lopsided shelving.
He instantly jumped in, and behind the closed door, a sigh of ultimate relief was heard.
"Not too shabby…" he sighed, while rubbing his hands into a moist towel.
"I hope you washed your hands," I said off-handedly. Axel hit me on the back of the head.
"So, who are you, new kid?" Axel asked.
"Roxas, DUH," the new guy snapped "Xemnas brought me here."
"Okay, why are you here? Not mad about it, just curious," Axel said.
"You didn't have your inauguration ceremony, I'm guessing, so you know like…nothing, right?" I asked. Roxas nodded reluctantly "Wow. Sucks to be you. Can't be helped though. Saix was rampaging and we all had to hide."
"I'm going to just ignore that, since you're obviously stupid. Okay…Xemnas found me wandering through the dark city below us. He called me…a Nobody. But I already knew what I was. He gave me his name and said that it was remarkable I'd managed to keep my original form, and when I saw these-" Roxas held up his duet Keyblade "-he said he had a job for me…a place where I could stay. Then Xemnas took me to this big glowing castle we're in. Now he's filling out all these applications for my stuff, but never bothered to tell me where the bathroom was…"
"Right…Rucksack or whatever. You're-" I began.
"No, ROXAS. R-O-X-A-S. Roxas. There. It's the name Xemnas gave me, so there," he replied.
"Roxas…nice ring to it," Axel replied. "I'm Axel."
"I'm Demyx," I said.
"And we're…PART OF ORGANIZATION XIII!" we both yelled, while doing silly poses. Confetti burst out.
"I like doing that," I said.
"It's not all that bad, actually," Axel mused.
Roxas just looked completely confused.
"Organize-what's-it?" he asked, giving us the strangest look.
"Organization XIII. Kind of like XIII Order? It's the English name for-" I began, but Axel hit me on the back of the head.
"He means what it's about, stupid!" Axel snapped, turning to the still confused Roxas.
"You see, Roxas…you are a Nobody. Empty shell left behind when someone became a Heartless. Lucky for you, someone worth something became one, so you're a really important Nobody. All the important Nobodies get to boss around the wimpy Nobodies and make them their slaves."
"We live in this big old castle, and it's our job to make hell for the Heartless by jacking the hearts THEY stole and using it for our own purposes. But mostly, we just slack off between mass Heartless killings, which are the jobs Xemnas usually gives us. Pretty sweet huh?"
"And we get to mooch off the kitchen pretty much round the clock!" I added. "And our own rooms…and bossing around Dusks…"
"Y'see, Roxas…" Axel said, putting an arm around Roxas and leading him to the open room "There are really only two major rules in this place. Don't piss off Xemnas, the Superior, and don't fall into that big glowing pit beneath the castle. That's where the Dusks are, and if you fall in there, you'll turn into one."
"And that's not good," I said.
"This place is confusing," Roxas grumbled.
"EXACTLY!" we said in unison.
"Don't worry, kid! You can stick with us 'till the confuse wears off," I said cheerfully, slapping Roxas's back painfully.
"For once, stupid told the truth. We normally argue like cats and dogs, but I suppose with you around, it won't be so-" Axel began.
"Not it for Voice of Reason!" Roxas and I both said.
"Dang," Axel growled, snapping his fingers irritably.
"Okay, obviously I'm gonna be the Idiot Leader…" I mused "What? It's not like you'll listen to me. IDIOT Leader, remember?"
"I guess I'll be the Calm-But-Psycho one. Already half-way there," Roxas said.
"I wanted to be the Calm-But-Psycho one. But whatever. I already have to clean up after Demyx. Won't be a big deal with you along too," Axel said to Roxas.
"Alright. I'm done here. Saix probably went back to his room to fix the moon-viewer thingy, so I'm just going to mooch around like usual. Maybe I'll jack stuff from Luxord," I said.
"Wait! We're not done yet! We have to give the kid the tour!" Axel said, grabbing me by the hood.
"Snap. I forgot about that," I said.
- -X- -
"Alright. Each Order member has two main rooms for living premises: an actual living facility and a front room that varies between members. If you want to enter someone's living quarters, just go into a room called Proof of Existence and you can get to 'em all," Axel said.
"Better to use the elevator though. Proof of Existence is a special room for the Organization. There's a chance you could accidentally wreck something and have someone on your butt," I said.
The three of us walked through the halls.
"Ah! There's Xigbar's room, called 'Pinnacle of Warped Illusion'. He's II, and he's got a thing for guns," Axel said. He knocked on Xigbar's door, then quickly ducked as a bullet shot through the white double doors.
"Dang. Missed," we heard from the room.
"A big thing for guns," Axel added.
A little later, we moved onto Xaldin's room.
"Here's Xaldin's room, 'Whispering Rift'," Axel said, ducking as a lance abruptly swung out the open door "Watch it!"
"Oh. Axel, you know better than to try to sneak in while I'm cooking. That lance keeps all intruders out," Xaldin said, while chopping up salads with a few lances and adding the right amounts of lemon juice, pepper, and cumin.
"Yeah. I heard Zexion's after the secret for your mock apple pie," I said, giggling.
"Zexion! That fiend! He knows I don't let anyone see my recipe for mock apple pie! I know his game! He wants my job for castle chef! Well tell him I AIN'T selling!" Xaldin snapped, his lances dicing up the salads into mash.
"Oh damn. Idiot, why'd you have to go piss him off like that! I don't want coleslaw for a starter! It ruins the whole dinner!" Axel snapped.
"Hey, I just wanted Roxas to see what our Number III is REALLY like! You know he's constantly shredding us up for stupid things like touching his sideburns? Okay, so I ripped out a few tufts…" I muttered.
"Demyx is a real idiot, isn't he Axel?" Roxas asked.
"He sure is. It's pretty much his defining point," Axel laughed.
"Watch it, hairdryer boy!" I snapped.
We moved through the halls, and I instantly froze at a certain door.
"Oh god, I'm not going near there," I snapped, shuddering.
"What?" Axel asked "OH! This is 'Malevolent Maw', isn't it?"
I nodded fearfully.
"What's so bad about here?" Roxas asked.
"Vexen's room. He's our Number IV. Inside there's a huge lab where he does these experiments for the Superior's purposes. He scares the crap out of Demyx here, although I don't know why," Axel answered.
"I'LL tell you why! Vexen is just waiting…waiting for his chance to drag ME in that lab so he can turn me into an asparagus or something! I destroy a few experiments and suddenly he's out for blood!" I snapped, still shivering.
"Well, what's so bad about that?" Axel asked "You don't end up an ice statue in the garden."
"I can't PLAY MUSIC AS AN ASPARAGUS! That's why! And I can't talk, I can't move, I can't scream when he sends me over to Xaldin to make asparagus stew…"
"Quiet out there! Delicate mainframe encoding right now! I don't want to turn anyone into asparaguses!" I heard Vexen yell.
I curled into a fetal position and whined.
"Is Vexen a scientist or something?" Roxas asked.
"Sure is. But he's not crazy like Demyx thinks. But he's busy. That's why it's better to stay out of his way," Axel replied.
The two sighed as they rolled me along the path to door number five.
"Lexaeus! We have another one to punish!" Axel yelled into the door.
Lexaeus, the big burly bear of a man, jumped out cheerfully, several painful-looking weights and aerobic classes behind him.
"This is the castle's gym, and Lexaeus' room is somewhere in there. Called 'Broken Paths'. It's also where people are punished with inhuman amounts of exercise and where they twist into pretzels on a daily basis. There are also intensity testers if you wanna see how you're doing in strength," Axel said.
"Cool," Roxas said.
"Suuuure," Axel said slowly, his smirk widening.
"Uh oh…" I said, unfurling instantly "NO GYM! NO GYM!" I whined, clawing at the door desperately as Lexaeus carried me in.
"Do you promise not to curl up and cry like a baby anymore? Or else Lexaeus will give you something to REALLY cry about," Axel said.
"Demyx, you haven't been coming in for exercise. Time to lift the big dumbbells," Lexaeus said, pointing to the two-ton weights attached to miniscule steel bars.
"Okay! Okay! I promise! Just PLEASE DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME AWAY! I WANT TO LIIIIIIIIIIIVE!" I cried.
Roxas, alarmed, grabbed my legs as they kicked desperately at Lexaeus' back and pulled. He pulled so hard we slammed into the next door, where impossibly loud snoring rumbled.
Roxas covered his bleeding ears.
"OW! Who's riding a lawnmower over the carpet?" he asked.
"No… It's just Zexion's snoring. He's Number VI. When he's not cooking he's sleeping half the day off. Most of the time we have to wear earplugs or blast music," Axel said. "Good news is he makes some righteous cakes when he's awake. You just have to drop by the Riddling Cavern. Anyways, very talented baker. He and Xaldin have the best cooking contests. I eat till I faint. It's the greatest…"
"Unfortunately, he's not waking up until another hour or so, so let's just leave," I said.
We dragged Roxas right past Saix' room. No one ever went into Addled Impasse and returned in one piece. I quickly explained to Roxas that Number VII struck fear in everyone's hearts, and pretty much only answered the Superior. The claymore did the talking for him.
Axel's room was 'Devastated Wake', aptly named. The man had a room so messy he could scarcely walk, and yet he knew exactly where everything was. Strange, no? You can guess Number VIII didn't get many house calls. The only thing that was clean and in full view was his hairdryer, hung up on the wall beside the bathroom.
Besides the never-ending mess, he CONSTANTLY blasted his music. Dreadful. I don't know how Saix ever gets his shut-eye. Usually I'm up at two a.m. strapping pillows to either side of my head to block out the noise.
Maybe that's why Saix is so irritable. He never sleeps.
ANYWAYS, to the Melodious' Nocturne's room!
Yours truly likes to keep his room lived-in. There's sheet music scattered everywhere, I haven't vacuumed in three months, and my cloaks are hanging in a tree just outside my window 'cause I hate my closet. My sitar is in a rather peculiar resting place. I stick it in a sort of chain hammock on the ceiling, so no one can harm it.
The water theme is rather played on in my room. The wallpaper is this real nice ocean scene, I sleep on a water bed, and I have three fish in a tank too big for them. I named them 'Sora', 'Riku', and 'Kairi'. Don't know where the names came from.
But the strangest thing in my room is…
Sitting on the shelves lie a collection of cameras, about six and they were all in relatively good collection. In the middle was my other most prized possession: my camcorder. Touch it and die. I mean it. It's my baby.
It might seem strange to you, having a collection of cameras in 'Ruin and Creation's Birth', the name of my room, but I use them all right. Frequently. Especially the camcorder.
And therein lies Demyx's dirty little secret.
You see, in my spare time, I'm the castle's self-proclaimed photographer. I take pictures at meetings and such.
But mostly…I take secret pictures of the other members.
They never notice, but I sell them in Dark City to Dancers and stuff for a bundle! I'm pretty sure Xemnas knows, but if he does, he could care less. It's not his problem. Currently my best-seller was the one up-close picture I managed to get of Marluxia. It was a miracle, and it was worth it. All over Dark City the next day. Gotta admit, the man could really make some spending cash if he went into the modeling service. Then I could jack forty percent of his earnings as his photographer.
Heh…you won't tell anyone, will you?
- -X- -
Throughout the tour, I noticed something, and not just that X, XI, and XII are missing from it.
Actually, Luxord, Marluxia, and Larxene were still planning to kill me, so for my own safety, I stopped.
For some reason, every person Roxas had been introduced to screwed up his name save Axel. Eventually, people went with the majority and called him Rucksack. You see, Organization XIII has a very low attention span. If something isn't an event that forces them to come out of their rooms, they don't remember it.
At first, it didn't bother Roxas too much. That first week he'd arrived was a rough one. His room still wasn't ready, and he was pretty much sleeping in the rec room's couch. Axel managed to get him at the dinner table, but there, it was all 'Rucksack, pass the potatoes,' or 'Rucksack, easy on the coleslaw'.
The worst part was, the only reason they did so was because they were too slow to remember anything else. No matter how many times Roxas tried to remind them of his name, they'd just revert straight to Rucksack.
"How is it these people can pronounce Saïx, Demyx, and even LEXAEUS, but they can't even pronounce my name? R-O-X-A-S! ROXAS!" Roxas yelled.
"Oh, it's not so bad. It's just 'cause you're the new guy. They did that too me too. But since we missed your inauguration ceremony, chances are this isn't gonna let up for a while…Rucksack! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" I laughed. Axel stuck his chakram into my forehead.
"Hey! Watch it! I just got all the little claymore bits out!" I snapped.
We started arguing, all the while Roxas stared out of the window, and his eyes locked onto the lawnmower.
"Killing them won't work. I have something better in mind…" Roxas said, smirking maliciously.
Axel sighed.
"Alright, what do you want to do?" Axel asked.
"I hope it's an evil antic!" I added.
"Oh…just something to jog their memories. Or rather, imprint something into them…"
- -X- -
It was Dusk 504's turn to mow the lawn that day. He wasn't expecting his boss Axel to suddenly toss a chakram his way and…POOF! Gone.
Axel looked around, sweating furiously, and broke the lock on the tool shed, revealing the pristine lawnmower.
Roxas rubbed his hands eagerly.
"Go time," he thought.
The little trio we had going gathering in the courtyard.
"Okay, Demyx, you're going to be the Scout. It's your job to make sure that if any unwanted visitors come along, or if anyone is watching, you take 'em out fast!" Roxas said, handing me a pair of high-tech binoculars.
"Got it!" I said, my sitar materializing while I jumped on top of the tower overlooking the lawn.
"Axel, you're the tail gun. I want you to keep a steady fire blast just above the tailpipe. The lawnmower will make too much noise if I turn it on completely, and it won't make enough of an imprint at the current setting, so you're very important. Oh, and if Demyx misses…" Roxas began.
"Got it," he said, his chakrams glittering in his hands as he twirled them.
"So what are you doing?" I asked, Axel smacking his forehead with exasperation.
"I'm driving," was all Roxas answered with, still smirking.
At first, I was very bored watching for intruders. I knocked out Xaldin and locked him in the tool shed. Xaldin had actually seen what was going on and I wasn't sure what to do with him, all I did was hope I knocked him out hard enough.
All the while, Roxas burned rubber on the grass with a terrible shredding noise. Then I realized how dangerously fast Roxas must have been driving on the grass because the lawnmower was a blur even while shredding through that jungle of a courtyard we had.
Eventually, I managed to see what exactly he was aiming to do. A big flaming 'ROXAS' had been forever
blazed into the courtyard.
All the rooms had a window facing this particular courtyard, so if they ever awoke in the morning and went to the windows, that was what they would see.
The new guy in question had a loudspeaker and was yelling "THAT'S RIGHT. I, ROXAS, STOLE YOUR PRECIOUS LAWNMOWER AND VANDALIZED YOUR STUPID COURTYARD! HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES? MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
When someone laughs maliciously into a loudspeaker, you know that perhaps a therapist is required.
"WHY DON'T I JUST RUN SOME OF YOU OVER? THAT SEEMS FUN!" he continued. He ran over the tool shed and Xaldin, leaving a big stinging tire mark.
Yikes. Not good.
I could hear Axel through the communicator thing Roxas had supplied for this little prank.
"Demyx, Roxas has gone berserk! He won't listen to me, and I'm almost out of fire! Stop that nut before I have to! He's heading straight for the SUPERIOR'S ROOM!"
Oh crap.
I didn't know what to do. I jumped on the speeding lawnmower, landing painfully on the hood, about to slap Roxas back into reality when…
BAM!
We slammed straight through the wall and into the Superior's study, scattering books and papers everywhere, and even sent the Superior flying.
And I was right there on the hood, Axel out of fire power and collapsed against the trunk, Roxas frozen still holding up the loudspeaker.
The Superior was about a millimeter from the car ornament, with a slightly irritated face.
That's bad. Out of all of us, Xemnas is the one who shows the least of the emotions façade and the most of the emotions concept. If he acts angry, something has disturbed him greatly. Translation: WE'RE SCREWED.
"Roxas, why did you slam a lawnmower through my study?" he asked.
"Uh…people kept screwing my name up?" he replied. Wow. This conversation is about as awkward as a two-legged horse.
"Thanks a lot. I was really comfy here. Xaldin made some good cookie dough and-" Xemnas began.
"Cookie dough?" Axel asked "I love Xaldin's cookie dough. I wonder what he puts in it…"
Far off, and weakly, we heard "TOP-SECRET. Don't touch…my…recipes."
"Yeah. Xaldin's cookie dough. I'd give you some, but it's mixed with books, papers, and little pieces of the antique desk I had in here. AND you sent me flying," Xemnas said irritably, brushing off drywall from his cloak "The good news is, I finished all your applications. We can have your inauguration party tomorrow. So don't worry if people didn't get your name right. I also sprung for a brass nameplate for your room. You're going to be the first to have one."
Roxas was quiet. If he had a heart, I'm guessing it would be in a million pieces by now.
"So what's our punishment?" Axel asked.
"Mow the lawn. It's a real jungle out there. Now go. I have to go apply for Dusks to go move Roxas's things in," Xemnas said.
We looked at each other. I looked at Axel, he looked at Roxas, Roxas looked at me, and each expression was the same.
'This really sucks.'
"Come on. Let's go mow the lawn, Roxas," I said.
"Then let's help find the good cloaks for the inauguration," Axel said.
- - -X the end X- - -
Author Note: I'm really hoping for a few reviews. It's pretty much my first KH fic…ha, I love groveling. Alright, bye for now! Cali IX out!