Guerrilla Tactics
Division One was living in fear.
All through March, pranks and practical jokes had frayed the nerves of the fifteen highest-ranked Nobodies. Axel, Xigbar, Saïx, Roxas, Xion, Xiruk; no one was safe. Even the Superior had been affected. No one knew the details, but one morning he had arrived at breakfast in a considerable rage, with his hair disastrously mussed.
So every day was filled with paranoia, every door invoked fear and anxiety. Windows were blocked to prevent covert entry, and personal belongings were hidden, but the tricks continued. It was the last day of the month when Xemnas addressed the situation.
"As you all know, a prankster has been on a rampage around the castle, disrupting what harmony we may have lived in. Tomorrow is the first of April, and I fear the situation will only get worse." The rest of the group murmured with worried agreement. Demyx raised his hand, and Xemnas nodded.
"What if we found out who the prankster was?" Xemnas waited for the murmurs to die down.
"Of course, this is the thing to do. It is imperative, in order to preserve our sanity and continue our mission, that the perpetrator be apprehended."
"How?"
Xemnas frowned and responded. "We must employ a detective mind who is free of suspicion, to make sure that the detective is not in fact trying to throw suspicion away from him… or her… self. We must recruit a completely unbiased member of our group."
"But who is above suspicion?"
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Namine deftly flicked her pencil across the paper, placing the final stroke of her sketch of Memory's Skyscraper. She set the pad down on her small drawing table and sighed, slouching in her chair. She sat up to the sound of footsteps in the hall.
She turned to find Zexion standing in her doorway, looking disgruntled. "Superior wants to see you."
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The meeting room was empty when the Cloaked Schemer showed the girl in. She sat on the lowest chair, and felt a chill run through her body. She waited for a few more minutes before Xemnas entered the room.
"You are aware of the pranks that have plagued this Division over the past month." He stated this rather than asking. He paid no mind to formalities.
She nodded and bit her lip, cocking her head slightly to the side.
Number I stood in the center of the room and gazed at the ceiling, still not facing her.
"I'd like you to look into it, and find out who's behind it."
"Me?"
He frowned and turned to her. "You are the only person in the castle who I can trust with this mission." Her eyes perked at the word 'mission'.
"You will discover the prankster's identity and report him to me. This will be done before the end of the day."
She nodded and got up, but hesitated.
"Go."
The clock read 10 A.M. 14 hours to midnight.