Sup peoples

Sup peoples! Well, this is just the start of a story. Learxa is my character.

Her looks are dark green hair, stunning green eyes, and ivory skin. She has a scar tracing her features on the right side of her face. Her hair covers her right side of her face because of that.

Disclaimer: If I owned the characters, Axel would be a pyro pervert. Xigbar and Xaldin would be together (as in yaoi.) and Luxord would have a British accent and will always be drunk.

And please don't be harsh! It's my first story. Reviews PLEASE! I need to know what to work on.

Rated T

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It was about an hour since the meeting started. Or was brought together. About 20 minutes into it, Xemnas sent Learxa to find Axel. Learxa was a different type of female, Xemnas thought; She'd be able to deal with him, wouldn't she? Xemnas couldn't tell anymore. Marluxia and Vexen were glaring at each other. Zexion was reading that goddamn book of his. Again. Larxene was contented on studying her nails. Xigbar and Xaldin were muttering, but Xemnas gave them a look about 15 minutes ago. Now they were scribbling words on a scrap piece of paper and shoving it back and forth. Saix was rocking back and forth, trying his hardest not to lose it (he had MUCH better things to do.)

Xemnas sighed straightening up. The 'sudden' movement brought up everyone's attention. The Leader was about to release the other members of the Organization was Axel was (literally) thrown into the room by an invisible force, almost tackling into Marluxia. Thankfully, Marluxia ducked just in time, peeking up he looked at the door. Everyone (but Xemnas) looked away from the sight, knowing that their Leader would get very angry at them for be 'Too Curious'.

"Where were you two?" Xemnas growled at Learxa. Learxa was a woman of deep pride, and a hard temper, and she wouldn't usually answer a question like this, but the green-haired beauty wasn't going to let Number eight off the hook. Not yet.

"It seems Number Eight wanted to test me." She answered, her eyes daggers against Axel's body. He was faced down groaning in pain.

"How?" Xemnas inquired the fourteenth member, his arms crossed as he looked across the room at her. Axel was trying to lean up against the wall to get up.

"How?" She snapped, her eyes flicked from Axel to the superior, "He crossed me one too many times. First he refused, and then he ran. For about 30 minutes, he was a fucking mouse!" She expressed her anger using that word. Learxa didn't curse, ever, ever, ever. Marluxia couldn't help it, and gawked (but didn't look) at Learxa.

"Whoa, whoa!" Axel yelled (He standing by now, but very close to falling.), "Chill, Learxa! I was only playing around! Okay?" He smiled at the woman who then grabbed Zexion's book from Zexion's grasp.

"LEARXA!" Xemnas boomed, "Give Zexion back his book! Everyone can go. But for you," Xemnas glared at Axel, "And you." He pointed at Learxa who flipped Zexion's book back at him and dropped into her chair grumbling.

"WHAT?" Axel complained, dropping into a random seat."

"Okay. Learxa, finish." Xemnas muttered.

"So, he was hopping from world to world." Learxa sighed, "Then he sexually."

"Shut up Learxa!" Axel whined, "You know I was playing around."

"What'd he do now?' Xemnas sighed.

"He tried to kiss me." Learxa muttered.

"And what'd you do?" Xemnas asked. It was getting late, and he wanted to get to the bottom of this. Either way hr was punishing Axel.

"I kicked him. What else?" The Singing Devil said, looking towards Axel, her hand gripping the edge of the table.

"Fine by me. Axel, five missions tomorrow with . . ." Xemnas said, trailing off.

"Roxas." Axel said instantly, but Learxa followed quickly, "Saix." She said.

"Fine." Xemnas said standing, gathering his papers.

"Who?" Axel asked, almost unsure.

"Saix of course. Like I trust you with our youngest member." Xemnas scoffed leaving the room. Axel just sat there, bewildered beyond belief. Learxa smirked, her 'mission' of complete: her gloved hands gripped the arms of her chair as she stood. She stopped her exit in the doorway, she turned and muttered, "Night, Flame Boy." The female sighed, leaving the room to a frustrated Axel.

"Why. Me." Axel muttered standing. As he left the room, he flicked the lights off, and went to his room. He collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. He had a long day ahead of him.