Just a story I decided to write. Hope you enjoy it! Each chapter will have at least one appearance from each member, including Xion.
It was Sunday, the Organization's day off, a quiet day in the Castle that Never Was. Zexion was reading, Luxord was playing cards with Xaldin and Demyx was strumming away on his sitar. But inside Xemnas's room, all was not well.
"For the last time, stop setting Marluxia's garden on fire!" shouted Xemnas, perched in his throne in front of Axel, his arms crossed.
"But it was an accident…"Axel murmured, like a child being told off, his fingers still crackling with fire.
"Axel, you have been one of the most troublesome members of the Organization. All the things you've done! There was creating replicas of yourself who caused havoc…"
"That was an accident! Vexen shouldn't have left his cloning machine on!"
"Stealing Demyx's sitar! We had to drain the entire castle!"
"He told me I could borrow it!"
"And worst of all, you drew a scary face on Roxas's ceiling!"
He couldn't sleep for weeks…Axel smiled fondly as he remembered Roxas's cries of terror.
"This has to stop, VII. I am hearby stripping you of your powers forever!"
Axel collapsed to his knees. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Okay, a week then." Xemnas said, frowning.
Axel stomped out of the room, fuming at Xemnas.
Ah, it's good to be Superior, thought Xemnas, leaning back in his throne. "Saix! Fetch me a drink!"
Saix rushed in, dressed in the French maid costume like Xemnas had told him to. "Of course, Superior!" He rushed off again.
*
"I win again." said Luxord, tossing his winning hand onto the table.
Xaldin slammed his fist onto the table, then scowled at Luxord. "Why don't you let me win?"
Luxord smiled slyly. "Because then I wouldn't be the Gambler of Fate, would I? You know I've never lost a game!"
Xaldin tosses his cards down then stomped off to the library to be emo with Zexion or something.
Oh yeah…Luxord quickly emptied his sleeves of cards.
*
"V! Fetch me Potion No. 57548!" cried Vexen, throwing his arms in the air and laughing maniacally.
I wish he wouldn't do that…thought Lexaeus as he opened the potion cabinet and sifted through them until he found the required one, a purple and green slime. He handed it to Vexen.
"At last! My creation is finally complete!" He pressed a button on the wall and instantly the lights went out as a flash of electricity surged through his creation.
"It's alive! IT'S ALIVE!" laughed Vexen.
"No it isn't. It's a broom with a pink feather duster on its head and crudely drawn facial features." replied Lexaeus matter-of-factly.
"Thanks for spoiling my fun. Yes, Marluxia commissioned me to make a likeness of him so Axel could burn it instead of his garden. I have made a special flame-proof solution for it! It never burns!"
There was a knock on the door and Marluxia strode him, his normally bright hair charred. "Is it ready yet, Vexen?"
Lexaeus handed the broom to Marluxia who carried it away. They're like twins…
*
Xigbar stared down at the electric whisk in the kitchens of the castle. It was his worst enemy, a foe he could never defeat. Until now…
"That's it! I will conquer you, electric whisk!"
His sweaty hands grasped the whisk's handle and lowered it steadily towards the eggs and flour.
Come on, Xiggy. You're just firing a gun. Line it up, and press the trigger…
The whisk was in the mix now, and Xigbar's finger poised over the trigger, ready to strike. With a last prayer, he pressed it.
The rotations started, steady at first but growing increasingly frenzied until the liquid was flowing smoothly through the hard, rods composing the end.
Hmm…am I making this sound dirtier than it should be? thought Xigbar, losing his concentration and sending the whisk flying out of his hands and swinging around the room.
Damn you, whisk! he thought as he was dragged violently down the corridors.
*
Zexion was in his favourite chair in the library, reading a large tome he had found in the dustier corner of the library. Suddenly, Demyx strode in, swinging his sitar around and playing like his life depended on it. Puddles of water formed where he walked.
Better keep him away from my book…He slammed the book closed as Demyx stopped him and stopped playing. "Hi, Zexy!"
Zexion sighed. "Please tell me you haven't started calling me that too. Only Xigbar and Larxene call me that."
Demyx rolled his eyes.
"Demyx, why are you here? You never come in the library unless you've…" There was a pause. "Who was it?"
"Larxene. Kunai."
Zexion slapped himself. "Look, I'd advise you to put them on the table and leave. Maybe she'll find them later."
Suddenly, a sound that chilled their bloods was heard. Footsteps, heavy, vengeful, at the other side of the library. Instantly, Demyx produced the knives and tossed them to Zexion. "Here, you hide them!" he said, panicked.
Zexion tossed them back then backed away. "You stole them!"
Suddenly, Demyx unexpectedly dropped the kunai, sending a small shock of thunder into the air. Within seconds, Larxene had appeared.
Zexion pointed at Demyx, who smiled embarrassedly.
On the other side of the castle, Saix dropped Xemnas's tea tray as the pair's screams echoed out.
*
Xion and Roxas had just returned from a mission when Xemnas called for a meeting in the Round Room. What they saw there was not exactly concerting. Saix was dressed as a French maid with a tea-stained apron. Xigbar was covered in white stuff. Zexion and Demyx were rubbing painful-looking sores on their bodies and Marluxia's hair was burnt. Xemnas took one look at them all and just shook his head.
