An AU fanfic. What if there were more members of Organization XIII? Pure chaos! Please R&R!
Xavadun sat in front of his computer, typing ones ad zeroes, working on a program Vexen had asked for. Knock knock.
"Hey, Dune! It's me, Demyx!" The Cursed Genius sighed.
"He knows I hate that" Xavadun muttered. A great wave of water busted down the door and Demyx came in.
"What, pray is the reason you soaked the carpet, interrupted my important work, and destroyed my hinged privacy?" Xavadun asked. Demyx took this as some sort of signal and sat himself on the nearest wooden chair.
"Top of the line, ladies!" He shouted as several Dancer Nobodies entered. Xavadun made a mental note to blow up Demyx's room. The Dancers did a dance that faintly resembled cheerleading without any of the skill. After the fifth dogpile (it seemed they were trying to do a human pyramid), Demyx halted them and said to Xavadun
"So, Dune, whaddya think?"
"It'll be a good day in Hell before that is considered 'a worthwhile act'" Demyx seemed disappointed, then said
"Hey Dune, can ya lend me some money?"
"First, don't call me Dune. The name is Xavadun. Second, what do you need money for?"
"There's this guy who's selling bridges real cheap. I thought I would buy one for the Superior, to get on his good side."
"Get. Out. Now." Xavadun replied. Demyx was hurt by how cold the new guy was. But that was the amazing thing about Demyx. Nothing held him down for long. Even though Xavadun was too tight to get that the bridge bit was a joke, Demyx didn't care. Soon he was off, thinking about how Roxas as losing his memory, and how some music just might make him remember. As for Xavadun, he went to Lexaeus to get a new, stone door.