Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. I just had fun writing it.

Rated T for now, likely to change in future chapters.

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Xigbar sighed inwardly as he stared up at his leader, leaning heavily on his right armrest, chin in hand. A brief glance towards the rest of the other Organization members confirmed they were just as bored-if not more so, at listening to yet another repetitive speech. He swore he could remember each word as it was delivered, he'd heard it so many times now.

When he began recalling the previous day's meeting, he proved himself right, lip-syncing the previous speech with the current one. There was one difference, but it was pretty insignificant. Xemnas merely switched out Soras name, with his title; The Keyblade Wielder.

He again-out loud this time.

"Am I boring you, II?" The Silver haired man looked down at the one eyed gunman, seeing his posture, as well as the expression on that scarred face that screamed boredom.

"Yes." His tone was so flat and emotionless, that it actually woke him up somewhat, golden eye widening ever so slightly when he realized the sarcastic answer he had been thinking had slipped out, instead of the Leader-placating 'No' he had planned to reply with.

Shit.

"Is that so? Perhaps I can do something to alleviate said boredom. Saix? I'm sure you must have some mission or another, that requires a lot of time and effort. Perhaps that will give our dear Free-shooter something to do for a while. As for the rest of you-Dismissed."

He sat there, shocked at the turn events, before he groaned, and slid down in his seat, the rest of the Organization having disappeared in the swirl of black and purple Darkness, leaving just him and the Second In command-Saix, left in the Room Where Nothing Gathers.

"Since our Superior has spoken, I will be assigning you to a new world we have recently discovered, II, that needs to be explored. As per usual, you will go alone, and you will be there for a week, to learn what the world is like, what kind of Heartless it has, Weaponry, Magic, and the like. And upon your return, I want a full and well written report on my desk."

And with that, the Diviner departed as the rest had, an Orb of Darkness fading in his chair.

"I hate this job."

-{-}-

Reconnaissance.

He wouldn't deny that he was extremely good at it, but it didn't make him enjoy the job any more, especially knowing that he was going blind into unknown territory.

But they couldn't send any of the others either. They'd tried sending the Melodious Nocturne, but had quickly learned that the blond was a class-A slacker. He would make up excuses, feign sickness, lie about what he was doing-anything to get out of doing work.

Then there was Number V. Lexaeus.

His strength and wisdom in planning his missions made sure they were always completed properly, and within the time range given. However...not having him at the castle would result in more than one person being subjected to the Castle Scientist's demands for assistance, where the Silent Hero would aid him. Worse, their illusionist became more of a snotty brat without the earth-mover around, and would get into more arguments than normal.

For a time, their own Second in Command had taken on Recon missions, but this had a big downside- members of the organization would start slacking off more and more, resulting in less and less work getting done in his absence. Even the Superior had taken notice of this, mostly thanks to an incident where the Nocturne had tried smuggling a dolphin into the Castle.

As a result, Saix was promptly relieved of all Reconnaissance duties, and most of those missions from then on had fallen onto his shoulders, since, as Saix oh-so-nicely put it;

"Number II is the man for the job. Reconnaissance missions require stealth, the ability to avoid detection, and to be able to gather information without getting captured. So logically, the one best suited for the job, is a liar, a sneak, and a thief. In short-Xigbar."

He'd flipped the man off at that, and been reprimanded for showing disrespect to Saix.

However...He didn't really have the time to sit and think about that. Xigbar shook his head, let out a resigned sigh, then sat forward, letting himself disappear through a rift of space, with just one destination in mind- His bedroom. He needed to get ready to go.

-{-}-

Twenty minutes later, Xigbar gave his inventory a final look-over, to make sure he was well equipped for the week-long mission he would be on. He'd made sure to grab a good stock of Hi-Potions, and had even made the effort to pack a few Ethers, though he wasn't likely to use magic unless it was absolutely necessary, since his skills with it weren't that great.

For him, his abilities lay in stealth. Mid to long range Combat was where he could battle comfortably-it was when someone was so close they could touch him that he had trouble.

Being able to teleport around was only useful when you weren't being touched. He'd been in a tight spot before, when he'd tried to make a bid for escape, but at the moment of teleportation, fingers had grazed his arm, and he'd brought his assailant along.

Thankfully, he'd been able to dump them into the abyss beneath the castle.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts, and then put up his hood. Whenever they went on recon missions, there was one solid rule-Keep your hood up. Why?

It kept their individual identities safe.

Because once, they had all been normal humans. Until that incident, anyways. Xigbar grimaced, and put the thought of Radiant Garden, and the loss of his heart from his mind.

It was time to go on his mission-not reflect on the past.

He spun on his heel, giving orders to a sniper to maintain their duties-disrupting the Keybladers progress on other worlds alongside the rest of the other nobodies, and then strode into the Dark Corridor which would take him to the new world.

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