A collection of drabbles that will be based on a list of 100 themes/prompts. Each chapter will have more than one theme in it (except for this one), and not necessarily in the order that the list is in. The characters mainly used in the themes will be the members of Organization XIII. The time and locations are nothing specific, but will be written as close to the game's timeline as possible. The genre had part humor because when I usually write for this, I intend for it to be lighthearted, but that doesn't mean it will always have humor in it. I warn you now that part of the themes will have pairings (slash and otherwise), I will put a listing of the type of pairing if there is one. Any feedback is welcome. Other than that, enjoy.

A Little Extra
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First Theme Set
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1. Introduction

Lost little souls; that would be the most sympathetic thing to call them. Some of them didn't mind being without hearts, those capricious things of indecision were chains that held them all down. No one could argue that. Hate, envy and lust among many other manners unpleasant. They all spawned from the heart, or was that the soul? It didn't really matter.

Xemnas, known as the Superior by the lesser Nobodies. He began to call himself that after spending so many days locked up in his study. Information was power and power always corrupted. He hides the most out of all of the Organization. Xemnas stands behind the curtains and pulls so many strings, or so he thinks. In reality his desire is what drags him along as he traverses the road with his madness. All he chases is Kingdom Hearts, his mind was left behind long ago.

Xigbar, the Freeshooter. He always wanted to think he was free and without a thing left to lose. When in doubt of his actions he picks apart someone else's flaws. The tactic has never failed him. Try to be carefree he tells himself. Live every day as if it were his last, even if technically his "last" had already been reached, back when home still existed. Xigbar acts responsible and he is; as long as it benefits himself or a friend, he doesn't mind being a tool. Good tools are cherished he tells himself.

Xaldin, the Whirlwind Lancer. Level-headed, usually, strong will and drive. He rarely lets what he hears bother him, sheer irony given that when one hears a storm, they should seek shelter... All he knows is that life is something larger then himself, but he can still strive to be something greater then a pawn. Xaldin keeps his words to himself, he is more of a listener but still prone to act when needed. Actions are more effective then words.

Vexen, the Chilly Academic. The scientist adores data as much as he does his experiments and lab equipment. He keeps to himself and keeps his mind open to only those capable of scientific logic. The rest are ignorant brats who exist sheerly to balance the numbers and statistics of creation. Dark colors cannot exist without light colors, much like genius cannot exist without idiocy. Vexen can no longer mimic happiness; he lost the memory of how to be cheerful when he found out a truth. The truth has a way of making any future seem darker...even with a bright fate to look forward to.

Lexaeus, the Silent Hero. The warrior fits his title very well. Like the earth he draws his affinity from he is patient and enduring. But like the earth he dwells on subjects that make him uneasy. He is concerned for the others and their well-being, despite what they all say, he can tell from their actions that they are all unhappy and desperate. He doesn't even want to think about himself when he comes to such conclusions.

Zexion, the Cloaked Schemer. One of the more emotionally young members and the last of the "original six" that were apprenticed to the king. Zexion tries too hard to draw on the strengths of the older five to think of his own; Xemnas's emotional detachment, Xigbar's nonchalant approach to life, Xaldin's silent ambition, Vexen's intelligence and Lexaeus's patience. Those are only the things he can think off the top of his selective memory. He wants so badly to be like them that he often forgets about himself. Zexion knows he is missing a piece of himself, what he doesn't understand is that it is not only his heart.

Saïx, the Luna Diviner. Why did he even start to idolize the moon? The only other thing he idolizes is Xemnas, their leader. What do the two have in common? Ah yes, now he recalls why he worships the moon and the Superior, the 'moon' is Kingdom Hearts, and the Superior created Kindgom Hearts. It's not the moon or Superior he worships in that sense, it is their power. He has as broken of a mind as Xemnas, it probably seems more so given that he has so much less control over his rogue emotions then the Superior. Calm to crazed, all while looking as serene as peace; he'll still tear them apart like an insane beast.

Axel, the Flurry of Dancing Flames. His element fits him so well. Fire does not control itself if left alone. It goes about dancing through the air and the second it tastes a stray piece it will consume it with tendrils of heat. Sometimes Axel can't control himself, he needs someone else to be there, anyone to keep him in check. It's so easy to lose himself to the beat of flames. Whatever decided someone as impulsive as Axel would do well with something as chaotic as fire was a fool.

Demyx, the Melodious Nocturne. He was never meant to see his dreams come true. Tragic as it sounded, it was a dark thought that would always hang around in the back of his mind. His personality was based around music. He had come to cling to that hobby for lack of anything else. Clung to it for dear life just like he held onto his optimism to make whatever hurt him go away. He sorely wished he could have been ignorant again, then he could be blissful. But then again, that was a dream too.

Luxord, the Gambler of Fate. He buries himself in his games. Everything is a game; words, actions, life itself, all just a chip on the table thrown into the casino known as life. Practically anything can be connected to a game; the world is the dealer and fate is the house. Can't beat fate or the house but you play along anyway. Why anyone does it can be regarded as a compulsion. Luxord keeps playing the game in hopes of reaching the end of it. Jackpot or bankrupt, what would it be?

Marluxia, the Graceful Assassin. He never liked his element, but he could never part with the power that came with it. He was probably the most proud and egotistical out of all of them with the way he regarded himself. Even though he composes himself smugly and calmly, he is frantic and vicious when his pride is threatened. Death is his twisted hobby. In that regard his weapon suits him. But once again, he could never figure out the origin of his element. What did flowers mean?

Larxene, the Savage Nymph. She likes to see them writhe, stab a knife, twist it in further. She doesn't know why she does it, but it reminds her who is in control. There are few people she associates herself with and even fewer she skeptically admits to respect. She was never good at making friends or fitting into that suffocating box of what a "girl should be like".

Roxas, the Key of Destiny. He was pensive at times, but he's still just a kid. Get him to laugh and live a little, he's got such a nice smile. It's such a rare thing. He doesn't believe in many things, but if a higher power exists it's probably laughing at him. For someone who has a title with the word 'destiny' in it, he sure felt lost most of the time.

Naminé, she was one of the stronger shells, but not strong enough to be considered one of the thirteen. "Witch." That is what some of the more cruel ones called her. She didn't have any powers except to change the memories of a single person and all the strings attached to him. It was both so great and so little...it didn't stop Larxene from tearing up her pictures. That was another thing she could do, draw pictures, draw the worlds she wanted to see, draw people she wanted to be with. But pictures were only pictures. They didn't have any power except provide what little comfort of a distraction they could. They called her a witch and they kept her bound like one. The second she was no longer of any use they would light the twigs beneath her feet and she would truly disappear.
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Sorry that this one was kind of...not cheerful, the other drabble prompts will be more light-hearted.