Alright. I'm planning on having thirteen chapter wheither anyone reviews or not. Why? Oh, I don't know, take a wild guess. Come on...use the brain you were blessed with by the Flying Spaghetti Monster(inside joke). Okay...I might stretch out 'days', 'cause I don't like super long chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts nor any of its characters. I'm way too lazy to come up with anything similar.
Rating: T for language, and whatever else I feel like adding later on.
Thirteen Days, Thirteen Ways
Day 1: Laundry Day
The day was Wednesday, the worst day of the week. From the moment Marluxia opened his eyes, he knew it wasn't going to be good. Wednesday was a Nothing day, and yet it wasn't. For two weeks now, those bastards Axel and Demyx has declared it Laundry Day. So, ever so slowly, he sat up, his eyes immediately going to the corner of the room. Damn! He was too late! The fiends had already broken in and stolen the goods!
He leapt from the bed, and rushed to his closet, thrusting it open. No! They had struck here, too! But upon further inspection, he found something. Something that terrified him. Attached to one of his hangers was a note. Quickly snatching it, he sped through it, gritting his teeth.
"Happy Laundry Day, Marluxia! Hope you enjoy your fresh clean clothes!" --- Axel and Demyx
No! Those fools! Marluxia liked wearing dirty clothes. He loved the smell of dirt and sweat after three weeks straight. It was like heaven! He slithered under his bed, pulling out the one Organization cloak the idiots didn't manage to steal. But sickeningly, it was only two days dirty. Today really sucked.
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The birds tweeted, and the sun slowly leaked into the room, spilling across the boy's face. He groaned, and covered his face with his think blanket. Why did morning have to come so soon? He liked the dream he was having. Shoving various items down Demyx's throat was always a good thing. This time it was potatoes. Rotten hot-pink potatoes.
But he couldn't stay in bed all day. The blonde had promised to help his best friend prank people. Mostly Zexion. They would prove he was really a girl!
So the youngest and self-proclaimed cutest member of the Organization stretched, before clambering out of his hammock. To be cool, he didn't have a bed, but a hammock. But, sadly, it turned out just to be a pain. Especially when Axel snuck in in the middle of the night and twisted it and him all up.
But breakfast was soon, so he couldn't complain. Wednesday. That meant Lexaeus would be cooking. He liked bacon. With grease. Lots of grease. Roxas frowned. He was forgetting something, he knew it. But...that could wait until after breakfast. Now he had to get dressed. Whee, another day of wearing a black cloak. Why was the Superior so fashion-challenged?
The blue-eyed Nobody stumbled to his closet and slowly opened the door. But instead of the two dozen ebony robes haning, only a blank wall with a pink note to it stood. He grabbed it.
"You've been punk'd--..I mean...Happy Laundry Day, Roxas! Soon you'll be enjoying your fresh clean clothes!" --- Axel and Demyx.
Just the fact that it was Laundry Day didn't bother the Nobody. Hell, this meant he didn't have to do it himself. But...they didn't leave him anything to wear. All he had was the thin white shirt and boxer shorts with flaming ponies on them he was wearing. They didn't expect him to to go out like this, did they?
"Curse you, Axel! Curse you, Demyx! I will have my revenge!...After breakfast, of course."
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"Hey, Axel? Do ya think anyone'll be mad at us? We didn't leave any of them clothes, after all," Demyx frowned, before leaping face-first into a pile of Larxene's robes.
"Nah, 'course not! We're doing them a favor!" Axel grinned, taking Xigbar's pile and stuffing it into one of the washers, "By the way, you wanna go get some breakfast? We'll need it if we're working all day. And maybe some music, too!"
"Oh, oh! I'll go get my Backstreet Boys CD!" the blonde grinned, racing for the door. But, before he reached the door handle, a wall of fire burst out of thin air.
"No. Way," Axel said, his voice dangerously low, "You are going to my room and getting my Kelly Clarkson CD.."
"That whore? No! Backstreet Boys!" Demyx growled, pulling out his sitar, "I'm not a fighter, but I will not listen to such a-"
"HER NAME'S KELLY CLARKSON!" Axel shouted, throwing one of his chakrams.
"BACKSTREET BOYS!"
"KELLY CLARKSON!"
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Namine beamed, and skipped down the hall. Today was going to be a great day! The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and for once Axel and her crush, Roxas, didn't egg her door!
She continued skipping, before turning around a corner and running into one of the Organization members. She saw a flash of blonde hair, so it was either Larxene, Demyx, Vexen, Luxord, Roxas, and possibly Marluxia.
"Ow...I'm so-" she started, looking up at the other, before her eyed widened. In front of her was her dreamguy, Roxas, complete in boxers.
"Uuuuuhhh...BYE, Namine!" he said, dashing towards the cafeteria.
-Definately a good day,- Namine thought, watching him run away.
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"Demyx and Axel are so dead--!" Roxas, Marluxia, Larxene, Xigbar, Saix, Xaldin, and Vexen growled in unison, sitting down at the table, glowering. Everyone except Marluxia was in his/her underwear/pajamas. Saix was sporting a particularly interesting pair. It was red with little chu-chu trains. Cute.
Larxene, who always sat next to Marluxia sadly, sniffed the air and blinked. "Is it just me, or does the air smell better?"
"No! It's disgusting!" the pink-haired growled. He shuddered, and pulled his arms from the sleeves of his robes, and soon completely disappearing into the depths of black fabric.
"Ugh, who invented 'Laundry Day' anyways?" Roxas whined, stabbing at his empty plate with a rusted spoon, "Or better yet, who put Axel and Demyx in charge of i!t"
"The vote was unanimous. I counted the ballots myself," Vexen frowned, shaking his head.
"Votes? What votes?" Saix asked, stabbing at a fly buzzing around Larxene's ear.
"Well, we apparently voted on who would be in charge of it," the 'scientist' shrugged, as Larxene screamed, now having a fork in her ear.
"No we didn't...unless..." Xaldin said slowly, before his eyes widened.
But, before anything else could be said, the door burst open, and Demyx hopped in.
"Hello, Cleveland!" he said, getting into a girly pose, "How're y'all doin' tonite?"
No one laughed, or even gave a small chuckle. There was an awkward silence, until they all slowly rose, creepy smiles on all of them. Demyx gulped. Creepy smiled were bad signs. Very bad signs. Soon everyone's weapons were out, and they started slowly advancing on the musician.
"Uh...heh..Did I interrupt something?" he asked, backing away slowly. This was going to hurt.
A/N: Why end there? Because I can! The rest of Day 1 will come later, because..meh, I can. Uh, hope you enjoyed it, and I would appreciate comments, either good or bad.