Opening Authoressial Note: Okay, so this is a new thing for me. KH fanfiction! Whee! My first one too, so let's see where it goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. ...But you knew that.

"Alright, that's it."

The members of Organization XIII that were gathered in the Grey Room looked at their irate Superior with varying degrees of interest. Demyx, for one, was quickly distracted by a stray butterfly (how a butterfly got into The Castle That Never Was is anyone's guess) and proceeded to chase it across the room.

"NUMBER IX! SIT!" Demyx sat. "Good Nobody. Now, where was I?"

"I don't think you'd even started yet," said Xigbar drolly.

"Very well. Ah-ah-ahem. I, your Superior, have noticed a surprising lack of team effort amongst the lot of you. You're all very… clique -y."

"Clicky?" Demyx echoed. Xigbar patted him on the head.

"Not that kind of clique. It's spelled differently, in a way that frankly makes no sense at all. But that's because it's French."

"French? What's French?"

"No idea. We should probably shut up now, because Xemnas is glaring at us."

And so he was. "IF everyone is QUITE done commentating… I shall continue. Regarding the cliques – for example, Marluxia and Larxene spend quite a ridiculous amount of time together but are rarely seen socializing with the other members. Zexion spends almost all of his time by himself. Axel and Roxas can't be torn apart."

"Don't forget about you and Saïx," Axel drawled from his corner. The Superior glared.

"He's my second-in-command."

"Meh. Still."

Xemnas paused to take deep breaths, count to ten, and compose himself. "Any further interruptions will get the interruptee claymore'd by Number VII. Now then, where this is going is that I believe we should engage in some type of team sport in order to develop the Organization's team spirit."

"Teen spirit?" Demyx chirped. "That's a song – erkkk!"

CLAYMORE'D.

"Thank you, Saïx. Now then. Before anyone raises any objections to this idea, let me point out that this is not merely a suggestion – participation is mandatory and anyone who refuses to take part will be turned into a Dusk."

"But then you'd be without an Organization, wouldn't yo – ACK!"

CLAYMORE'D.

"Again, thank you, Saïx. Now. The sport I have chosen for us to take part in is something I have researched thoroughly and which sounds to be terribly interesting, and a grand chance for us to become closer as a team. It is called… cricket."

"Cricket? That's a –"

CLAYMORE'D.

"Thank you, Saïx, but perhaps Demyx should be exempt from the claymore-ing rule as he seems unable to help himself. The game cricket requires two teams of eleven players each, and therefore we have an ample number of people to play."

"Who's gonna be the other team?" Axel wanted to know.

CLAYMO –

"No, Saïx, that was a valid query and not, in any case, an interruption. You wanted to know who will comprise the other team?" Axel nodded. "Well."

Cue evil smirk.

"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

A3: Yeah, yeah, you will. Because I'm quite fond of this whole suspense thing. I WARN YOU RIGHT NOW that I really don't know that much about cricket, so don't expect this to be super-accurate or anything. I'll try, but this is really more for fun than anything else. :) I hope you enjoy it, and please drop a review!

Ansem: Yes, do, or she'll be in a funk for ages... why am I here anyway?

A3: Special guest appearance. You get to help me ask for reviews, and comment on the chapters!

Ansem: Oh, YIPPEE. Just look how excited I am.

A3: (Whack) No sarcasm. You might scare off our readers. (Smile) He doesn't bite! Really!

Ansem: (Bares teeth)

A3: Don't. You. Dare.