This chapter was just edited a little. Nothing too different.

This is my first story. I didn't think there were enough stories for Luxord on the site, and he's one of my favorite Organization members. Actually, they're all pretty much my favorite, sort of. I can't decide. But, anyways, Luxord's cards are stolen. Who could have done it?

This was originally going to be a one-shot, but I got too involved in the writing and kept making things longer, adding more descriptions or more dialogue or whatever.

And the Axel and Roxas things, not yaoi. Sorry. But, if you really want to think of the fishing trip that way, go ahead. I don't care.

I don't own Kingdom Hearts, which is sad, because I so wouldn't have killed off Axel (he was my favorite character) and I would have given the Organization members more screen time if I did own it. :)

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Once upon a time (had to put in the cheesy opening line), there was a Nobody named Luxord. Luxord was quite awesome, but his 'awesomeness' wasn't very well recognized by the fan girls of the world, so the author decided to write (type) her own about him. This is how it begins.

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On a certain morning (night, since it's always dark out), in the World That Never Was, Luxord woke up from his sleep and had an overwhelming urge to play cards. Any game, it didn't even matter. Solitaire, Crazy 8s, Speed, whatever. He just wanted to play cards. Upon realizing he had this urge, he climbed out of bed (already prepared for the day ((night))--he slept in his Organization coat just in case he had to get out of bed during the ((perpetual)) night) he walked over to his desk, on the wall opposite his bed.

Luxord looked for his last pack of cards. Last pack? Yes. The author will explain the situation. Two weeks before this day, Luxord had approximately seventeen packs of playing cards, all of different styles and such. Over the past couple of weeks, his collection of playing cards had diminished. How? Every few days, a pack or two or four would disappear and Luxord would go on a hunt for them. He found them destroyed or ruined in various manners. The cards had been found soaked through with water, used as target practice it looked like (as some had little holes in them from what could have been kunai knives), some were just plain cut up, others had holes burned in them (the nine of diamonds had nine little holes burned in it where the diamonds used to be), and the list goes on.

As you can imagine, Luxord was very aggravated by this. Well, not really aggravated, enraged, actually. As enraged as a Nobody can be, that is. But he was a polite, English gentleman, he couldn't let his rage and frustration show. It wouldn't have been proper. Each time a pack went missing, he walked (and sometimes teleported) around Castle Oblivion for a good part of the day, hunting for the cards. Eventually, he always found them ruined, as stated above.

It looked like today would be no different. But this was his last pack of cards! How would he go on? His weapon was, after all, his cards. How would he tell Xemnas that his cards, his weapon was gone? He didn't really have to, he could have just used his gambling winnings to go down the canyon, across the valley, and through the forest of evil, evil trees to the Quikki Mart to buy some new cards there. But, he didn't want to. (The camera then cut to a shot of Luxord resting his weight on one foot, his arms crossed over his chest, and a defiant look on his face, which was then looking up to his left. He looked set in his ways.) He decided to search for the cards, instead of buying new ones, because that walk to the Quikki Mart just wasn't worth it.

Luxord, now out of his 'defiant position' was currently slamming his fist down on his desk. "Bloody Hell! Now I hahve to go look for mai cawds again," he said, saying the 'gain' part of 'again' just like 'gain'. Funny how that works out. Now, the author decided to not make his accent appear in the text and let it read like he's from the Midwest, like she is. The reader can still think of him speaking with a British accent, though, if he or she pleases. Luxord, now bored of hurting his poor desk, realized he had a job to do, and quickly left his room, embarking on his mission.

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Outside of his room, in the white, white hallway (had to point out the whiteness of the hallways; everybody's doing it!), Luxord began his now, dramatically called, 'quest' for his cards. Getting exciting now. He decided the first place he was going to look, was at the top of the castle… That's Roxas's room, because all the members, at this point, had their own room on the floor of the castle relating to their status in the Organization. That's why it's Organization XIII; they didn't have any more floors to the castle, so they had to stop after they recruited Roxas.

But, back to the plot, Luxord ran up the stairs to the thirteenth floor, where Roxas's room was located, as previously typed. Luxord finally reached the top of the staircase and was panting, since he ran up the stairs and all. He is, after all, desperate to find his cawds. Yes, cawds. He then walked from the staircase to the door, opposite the stair top, and knocked. In this story, the characters are polite and knocked, instead of just randomly entering rooms without warning. Or maybe it's just that Luxord is an English gentleman and had to knock, because it wouldn't be polite and he'd feel shamed if he didn't. That's not the point, though. The point is that he knocked and Roxas answered, in his voice that was strangely similar to Jesse McCartney's. Connection? Psht. No. Back to the plot, again.

"Who is it?" a voice a lot like Jesse McCartney's asked.

"It's Luxord."

"O. Just a minute…" Roxas answered, and ran over to the door (cursing on his way over, after he tripped on his dirty robe from yesterday), unlocking and opening it. "What do you want?" he asked, somewhat haughtily.

"Don't take that tone with me, XIII, I am, after all, your superior," he spoke, as he strode past Roxas, into the boy's room. The youngest, newest Nobody made a face behind Luxord's back. And then, Number X spoke again, while inspecting the objects that the shelves on Roxas's walls held, "I was just wondering if you've seen my cawds. My last box seems to have gone missing."

"Nope. Haven't seen them, just like all the other decks. But, I really don't see why you don't just go down the canyon, across the valley, and through the forest of evil, evil trees to the Quikki Mart to buy new cards. This is the, what, the sixteenth box in two weeks? Just buy some more."

"Seventeenth box," Luxord seethed. "And the answer to your question: the trip there wouldn't be worth it." He picked up a picture of Roxas and Axel after a day of fishing in Atlantica. The author decided to let the reader figure out what the pair caught, but she'll hint that there were two redheads that day, and neither was alive. He looked longingly at it, wishing he had a friend as good as Axel is to Roxas. Not really, that's more or less there because the author thought it might be slightly humorous to type that sentence and then call it off with this sentence.

"Dude… it's not like it matters," Roxas replied to Luxord while plucking the picture out of his hands and placing it back on the shelf, where his and Axel's other pictures were. "They were just cards. I'm sure any would suffice. I've even got my own that I could lend to you, if you want…"

"Kind of you to offer, but I'll have to pass, for now. The ones that were stolen today (tonight) were… sentimental to me, in a way. If, by chance, I find them in good condition, would you be up for a game of ERS later?" Luxord wasn't all too fond of the boy, but he didn't dislike him, either. He didn't really mind any of the Nobody's he lived with, in fact, and tried not to be too cold to any of them, mainly because it wasn't polite (remember, he's a gentleman) and if he was rude to them, he wouldn't have anyone to play cards with.

"Not tonight. Axel and I were going to go to the Pride Lands, possibly with Marluxia and Demyx. We're going to tease the monkeys in the oasis," Roxas informed with a sly smirk.

"Ah, sounds like fun. I've never really been fond of animals, myself. Would you mind my company?"

"I don't, but Axel might."

"I see. Speaking of, do you know where he is? Maybe he's the one that robbed me of my cards…"

"No. I haven't seen him today. He's supposed to show up soon, though, we were gonna play Soul Calibur II." Roxas indicated the Gamecube hooked up to the TV sitting in the large pit that made up the center of his room. "If you see him, could you send him up?"

"Yes. And, if you could give me the answer about taunting the monkeys before dinner, I'd be very happy," the tall blonde said, while walking back to the door of the room.

"No, you wouldn't be happy. You'd be pleased. Happiness is an emotion. We don't have those," the boy said, with a smile, to Luxord before he slipped out the door.

"I know, that. Good day to you." Once out of the room, Luxord stomped his foot before descending the staircase, to the twelfth floor, where lived the feared Larxene.

'Whatever god is out there, please, spare my soul from her torture…'

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Once again, being the gentleman he was, Number X of Organization knocked on the door of The Savage Nymph. There was no answer the first time, so he persisted and knocked again. Soon after a female's voice was heard from inside.

"Who the Hell is out there, and what the Hell do you want!" Not too pleasant of an answer, right?

In his gentlemanly British accent, Luxord replied, "It's Luxord and I have to ask you something."

"Whatever. Come in." Instead of being a polite hostess, Larxene didn't open the door for Luxord, but forced him to open it himself. How rude. It didn't matter to him, though, all he wanted was his deck of cards. "What do you want?" the blonde woman asked, looking over from throwing her knives at a dart board to acknowledge Luxord's entry.

Luxord looked around the room. He almost never went in there, so he decided to take in his surroundings. Her room was a little bit larger than Roxas's, since room size increased with rank. That didn't mean that the rooms were small, though. No. They were more like apartments, and even the smaller ones were about the size of a pent house. O, yes, the Organization members lived in luxury. Back to Larxene's room, though. Across from the door was a long book shelf, and along the right wall was a large bed with light grey blankets and sheets. The walls were dark grey and the carpet black. Taking up almost the entire left wall was an overly large dartboard. Number X, The Gambler of Fate, guessed it was about thirty feet long and ten feet tall (it was rectangular). There was a very small red area in the middle and all but one of her darts were located in the center of it. One struck the wall, about three inches above the 'board'.

Larxene walked over, moved a stepstool, located to the right of the board, under the lone dart and removed it. She noticed he was staring at it. "This was the one I threw when you knocked the second time. You threw off… my aim," she spoke through clenched teeth and with a scowl on her face. "Now… what do you want?"

"O, sorry? But, at least I knocked before I entered. I could be like Demyx and run in at the most inconvenient of times, unannounced. I didn't come to do that or tell you this, though… The only reason I'm here is to see if you took my last pack of cards? Or, if you've seen them, at least?" he inquired hopefully.

"Nope. Haven't seen your fucking cards. Not that I'd care, anyways. If I found them, after this, I'd just use them for target practice," Larxene replied with a malicious smirk. They didn't call her The Savage Nymph without reason. "Besides, why don't you just go down the canyon, across the valley, and through the forest of evil, evil trees to the Quikki Mart and buy some new cards?" she asked this with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"Because it'd be a waste of my time," Luxord replied curtly and then made his way to the door. After leaving and closing the door, Larxene mumbled something along the lines of , "And looking around the castle isn't a waste of your time…?" He was glad to be out of there, though. Larxene always made him nervous, and not in a good way. In the way where he wasn't sure whether she was going to freak out on him any second. That's beside the point, though, now isn't it? Marluxia's room was next.

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He wasn't exactly fond of Marluxia, but, then again, he didn't really mind him, either. Since Marluxia mostly kept to himself, flowers, and Larxene, he never really had time to 'bother' Luxord. Not that he could. Luxord was far too calm and collected to be bothered; all part of gambling. Keep your poker face.

He knocked on Marluxia's door.

"You may enter," came a voice from inside. Upon entering, the scent of flowers assaulted Luxord's nostrils. It wasn't a bad smell, but he just wasn't exactly used to it. Marluxia's room didn't even have that many plants. He had a few plants here and there, two small potted trees on either side of his bathroom entrance, some vine plants hanging from the ceiling, and a kind of flower Luxord was unfamiliar with (six in a chocolate-colored flower pot on Marluxia's desk, and a few more in another flower pot of the same color on his bedside table). There was also a bouquet of freshly cut red roses on his glass coffee table. The walls of the room were a beige color and the carpeting a darker shade of beige, with a cappuccino colored rug in the center of the room. Marluxia couldn't stand it when colors didn't match, which is why he had sheets and pillowcases the same color as his rug and blankets the color of his walls on the bed, at the back of the room beside the bathroom.

"Ah, Luxord. Why are you here? Something important I hope, otherwise you're wasting my time," Marluxia spoke, looking up from sorting the magazines and books in his desk.

"Wasting your time that you use organizing books? You could do this anytime. But, the reason why I'm here, it's important to me. I've lost my last deck or cawds. Well, it's not actually lost, but it's stolen, I'm guessing. Would you know anything about my missing cawds?"

"I know nothing of your cawds," Marluxia said in a bored drawl. "But, Xigbar did seem excited about something today (tonight) when I was down in the kitchen. Perhaps he knows something and you could ask him?"

"That information may be useful to me. Thank you. And, are you really going to the Pride Lands with Roxas, Axel, and Demyx tonight to torture the monkeys?" Luxord asked incredulously. He was surprised that Marluxia would partake in such 'childish' behavior, no matter how sadistic he was. "It doesn't really seem like something you'd like doing."

The other man looked up from his magazine/book organizing and Luxord could have sworn he saw his eyes 'twinkle' beneath his pale rose colored bangs. "Why, yes, I plan on going. I detest monkeys; especially the way they flounce around so happy! Although, I could have asked for better company than Demyx. He'll scare all the monkeys away if he brings that sitar of his. Why? Were you going to come, too?"

"I asked Roxas if I could. He said he had to okay it with Axel, first, though. Have you seen him?"

"No."

"Alright, then. Thanks for the advice on whom might have my cawds, too," Luxord said while departing.

"I really don't see why he doesn't just go down the canyon, across the valley, and through the forest of evil, evil trees to the Quikki Mart to get some new cards, though…" Marluxia trailed off while continuing to organize his possessions. "It seems such a waste of time to look around the castle all day for them… like he's done for his other packs the past few weeks." He sighed. "Well, whatever cooks his goose."

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That was the first part. Hope it was at least a little bit funny.