Hello evevrybody ! Here we are for the number 21 and I want you to make a big applause to Ejes who translate it. I mean : this girl is amazing, she has a lot of work for her studies and still, she manages to find time everyday to translate my prompts ! Thank you bro, really, I mean it ! So, today, for Experience... It's just a troll, really. I wanted to write about the Organisation and about this song so badly and... Since I'm looking for an internship right now, the inspiration for this came easily ! And that song is still stuck in my head ! Have a good night !

Tomorrow, the theme will be tenderness... Any fluffy idea ?

"Xigbar, Saïx, would you mind telling me what you are doing?" Asked Xemnas as he walked by the room where the two men were sitting behind a table. "All the other ones are in the room next door, and are coming one by one…"

"His idea." Directly pointed Saïx.

"Thanks for your solidarity." Sighed the one-eyed-man.

"So what are you doing exactly?"

"Well, we're doing job interviews!"

"Job… Interviews?" Asked the number one, raising an eyebrow.

"When on stealth missions, we sometimes happen to bump into civilians." Explained very seriously the number two. "However, several of us are terrible at role playing, like Roxas. It's just a training session!"

"And is it… working?"

"Until now, it is." Saïx was deadly serious. "We pointed out some things to improve for some of them, while some others proved us they were fit for these tasks."

"And why are you to the examiners?"

"In this kind of interview, there should always be the good guy and the bad guy." Xigbar smirked.

"I see." Xemnas sighed. "I shall leave you to that, then. How long will it take? There is still some work to do for the Organization."

"That's what I keep telling him…" sighed Saïx.

"Demyx's the only one left, and then we're good!" promised the other.

"Very well. Be quick, we have more important things to do."

Xemnas left them, sighing again. He would have to make sure his fellow members always had something to do, their idleness gave them weird ideas. Job interviews… If only Xehanort saw that… While he went back to the top of the Castle, Xigbar and Saïx were waiting for Demyx to come in. The youngster came in with his usual grin, and the number seven was already irked by his presence.

"Hello, please sit down." The number two smiled with a forced benevolence, while the number seven was staring at the candidate without hiding his murderous intents.

"Hello?" Demyx was surprised. "But we've seen each other just…"

"Role Playing, Demyx." Sighed Xigbar.

"Oh, yeah, right. Mmh, hello… pffft, no, no one would believe that."

"Demyx, take this seriously. Now." Saïx's voice was as cold as ice.

"Yes!" answered right away the number nine, terrified.

"Well." Xigbar started again. "We don't have too much time to give you, but you are candidating to a job in our society, is that right?"

"I… I am! I know I am the candidate you are looking for!"

"It will require hard work," pointed Saïx as a reference to the nobody's laziness. "Can you endure it?"

"Of course…" He stuttered, way too terrified by the number seven.

"When it comes to our society," Xigbar went on, "would you have any… past experiences, that could be useful?"

"Well, I… Yes, I can do this!" Demyx proudly cheered.

In a graceful move of arm, he summoned his sitar. Xigbar realized he never heard him play anything but a few notes, and Saïx was in the same case. Would they discover the number nine's hidden talent?

"I'm going to play I like my sitar, a song I wrote myself… Okay, here we go!"

From that day on, Xigbar and Saïx never tried to do job interviews again. They spent the following days looking like zombies, muttering things you couldn't understand unless you'd come very close to them.

"I play the sitar, sitar, wherever I go, who oh oh oh ~"