Organization XIII did not have an official meeting hall. When a meeting was needed over the normal announcement over the intercom, the member who wanted to call the meeting would generally stalk the dining hall until everyone had arrived, then begin talking.
For the most part, this system worked fairly well. The only time meetings did not work well is when everyone was actually told to come to them. This often resulted in a number of members simply being "not hungry" and staying in their rooms. In fact, when Xemnas had first tried to have this as a normal regime, Axel was the only one who consistently did not show up. –For future reference, this is why he is so freakishly thin.
All reasons, however, could not account for why every single man and woman had a bad stomach ache the day Xemnas finally decided to announce that they were all going to take a vacation. Zexion and Vexen had survived their day prior on the leftovers stuffed in their mini-fridge, as they were on a breakthrough, Axel had forgotten to come to both lunch and supper, only coming to snag an exceptionally large cup of coffee and a muffin, and Roxas had been sitting in his room, talking to Namine, who had helping him with his "let's destroy equipment" anger strikes. Something to do with memory loss. Whatever. In any case, there was no reason everyone would have problems the day after. Xemnas suspected a snitch. He glowered in a rather becoming way.
"I must remain secure in my superiority," Xemnas sniffed to himself as he made his way down the dorm hall, rapping on each door. When he reached the end of the hall, he turned around. All the doors were cracked open, and he was sure everyone was listening. "I would like to announce the first of the Organization's Annual Vacations," he said softly. The doors creaked open a bit more, just so the sound could filter in. Not enough to look like anyone was listening. "Our first jaunt into the unknown realm of people will be simple. Before I discuss this in detail, I would like you all to open your doors. I know you're interested."
Demyx reluctantly opened his door. "Reading thoughts," he whined. "No fair!"
Xemnas gave a short smile. "I don't play fair, number IX. Everyone? Open your doors. I know you don't want Number Nine to get the Member of the Month Award."
Vexen's door opened in a flurry, and the scientist hurried out, an enraged look on his face. "Give in to that pansy?!" he shouted. "That's improbable."
Demyx closed his eyes and smiled, crossing his arms in a smug manner. "Don't get a hot head."
Vexen ground his teeth. "Imbecile. If you didn't notice, I never overheat. My element is ICE. A hot head is practically impossible for me."
Demyx gave a juvenile grin. "Yeah, but it's not for Axel! He's the element of fire. I bet his head overheats all the time."
Axel's door opened and the man stuck his head out. "I object, water boy. That's—"
Xemnas waved his hand in an imperial manner. "Actually, Axel, I object. Come out of your rooms, all of you."
Slight grumbling was heard on Larxene's part and Roxas only peeked out his door, so just his head was showing, but the rest of the members came easily enough. "Easily enough" meant, of course, that there were vines running rampant on the floors, attempting to trip people up, and fire was rapidly eating at the end of the vines. The Superior heaved a sigh. The cleaning Dusks would have a good job on their hands. At last, everyone was standing uncomfortably outside their doors. Even Roxas had stuck his head out of his room. Xemnas dusted his already impeccable coat off.
"Organization, numbers II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, and XIII, I would like to announce something." Xemnas paused to gasp for breath, thinking at the same time that he should simply shorten his salutations to 'Organization' next time. "I would like to announce that we are going on a trip." Demyx began humming some song about lemurs. Xemnas smiled calmly as Larxene pinned Demyx to the wall with sticky tack and told him to shut up. "I have learned from previous encounters that we are not as aware as we could be on the world around us, and I would like to be able to blend in with the crowd a bit better." Xigbar sniggered rudely and whispered to Xaldin. Xaldin nodded serenely and suddenly a lance flew out of no where and embedded itself in the wall right beside Xigbar's head. Xemnas coughed. "So, I've decided that we should go mingle with people at the airport."
Larxene raised her hand. "What's the point of going to the airport if we aren't going to go on a plane?"
"Besides learning about people, I figured we could use a plane for our travel convenience."
Luxord stuffed the cards he had been fingering into his pocket. "That would be a rather strange game, Superior. To blend in with people, you can't go and steal a plane. It's much more natural to try and bribe the guards."
A lance flew out and stuck itself in beside Luxord's head. Xemnas sighed deeply. "Not in the walls, III. And in answer to your question, number X, we will learn as we go along." He closed his eyes and tilted his head back for a brief cackle. Larxene rolled her eyes. "And now!" said Xemnas, snapping out of his reverie, "Get packing!"
There was mumbling of, "Yes, Superior," and everyone went back into their rooms. Except for Roxas. His head just snaked back in the room in a rather disconcerting way. For a couple minutes, Xemnas stood in the hallway thinking of plans and precautions. Then he decided that plans and precautions didn't matter and he could leave it up to Xaldin and Luxord, the strategists. In all events, he hopped on back to his room, which happened to be right behind him. Hey, if you manipulate corridors of darkness, anything can happen in a plot. As for the rest of the Organization…
Xigbar decided to make the trip as good as possible. Not only did he decide to pack his gun, but he purposely decided to wear nothing but boxers under his cloak.
Xaldin had doubts about the trip. However, to make the most use out of it, he had a talk with Namine, who gave him several blackmail photos that would get the Organization kicked out of the airport, if seen. Xaldin smiled briefly before packing them into his bag.
Vexen was still steaming from the hothead comment. He decided to waste his time pouring toxic chemicals together. After making several types of lethal weapons, he felt better, and subsequently decided to pack them.
Lexaeus decided to be smart and not pack his weapon, reasoning that it could be summoned at any time, besides the fact that unlike some other weapons, it was over the weight limit of baggage. Instead a ready supply of clothes went in his sack.
Zexion packed a digital camera. In the end, he relented and also put some chocolate in his sack. The Superior's chocolate allergy most likely had a say in this matter. A rather indirect influence, to be sure.
Next in line is Saix. As he wasn't pleased by the idea of a trip, he was letting off his 'rage' by killing little bunnies. I'm so sorry to all the bunny lovers out there. He would've gone on to killing more fluffy little animals, but Zexion activated the Castle's defense mechanism and Saix was suddenly bombarded by fangirls, which were mysteriously kept in the attic.
Axel packed hair gel. Lots and lots of hair gel. End of Axel commentary.
Demyx gave a lot of thought to his packing. It took him around a minute to decide that he should take his rubber ducky that played rock music if you squeezed it, instead of a couple seconds, as per normal.
Luxord packed his cards and an extra outfit. You can never tell when looking snazzy will come in handy. There was also a lot of paper packed. For writing down bets, of course.
Marluxia had looked up airports. There was certainly not enough foliage. So a few potted plants went in his bag, as did a manual for taking over the world. Just the thing to make things interesting. Awfully interesting.
Larxene gave little thought to regulations. Many sharp and stabby knives went into her sack. And when I say many, I mean over-the-top-flowing-out-of-the-sack many. Eventually, though, she decided that there was no way there were that many personnel to kill and took out around half, sticking her favorite books in the top of the sack.
Roxas, last, but not least, totally forgot about packing and left an empty bag sitting on his bed while he toyed around with the Oathkeeper keychain before going back to his video games where he beat up computer screens.
Half an hour later, all the Organization members were hanging around outside their rooms. Everyone except Xemnas. When a loud crash came from the end of the hall in which Xemnas's room was, Xaldin looked up concernedly. Bright cursing began to come from the room. Zexion looked up from sifting through the blackmail photos.
"Permission to go check the security cameras, number III?"
"Permission granted," Xaldin said, tightening his grip on a lance. "I think our Superior is going a bit over board."
"Yeah…" Xigbar giggled from the floor. "I bet even Larx doesn't know what those phrases mea—"
"I do too, you idiot!"
Xigbar snorted and bashed his half-full can of Mountain Dew on the floor, effectively bursting it. "Yeah, right, dudette." He dragged himself up by way of his door handle and groaned. "I shouldn't drink that stuff."
- - -
Up in the Security Room…Zexion leaned over the cameras, watching silent pictures of Xemnas attempting to bash open his doors by ramming them ceaselessly. Luxord leaned over Zexion's shoulder. "Why can't he open his doors?"
Zexion sat down and began tapping a few keys at a console. "You know how paranoid our Superior is."
"Of course."
"He installed a fifteen digit access code to his room and it seems that he can't remember it."
"Are you just going to let him stay there, then?"
Zexion whirled the chair around, a smirk on his face. "No. Of course not. It's only a matter of time before he thinks of using the international cliché. That being jamming his aerial blades in the door to melt through. At that time, lawyers will come and at the very least get him out of the room before he dissolves them into nothingness. It's easier than figuring out the code."
"And how exactly will the lawyers get in the room, not to mention getting him out?"
Zexion turned back to the console. "Lawyers are mysterious beings."
Luxord sighed, remembering a day rather filled with loss. "So true."
