Author's Note: Whoooooo, it's time for a 2000 hit fic! You know what that means...It's time for the Organization to be afraid of me. (I say "2000 hits fic" because my story, You Losers, has officially had 2000 hits today!)

Xemnas helped to come up with this originally and I helped him tweak it so we could post it.

Yes it's a spoof.

It's no wonder nobody's that fond of Marluxia—just look at how bossy and mean he is to the other Organization XIII characters in his ideas for casting characters!


"Beauty" and the Beast
"Why the hell am I stuck in this atrocious outfit?" growled Zexion, indicating the dress he had been forced into courtesy of Marluxia and Axel. It was a powder pink ball gown with shoulder straps that naturally hung off the shoulders, bright jeweled sequens sparkling from their placement across the chest of the it. In one hand he held a microphone, while a jeweled tiarra adorned his head.

"He's right." declared Demyx with a slight chuckle. "The pink clashes with his hair. We should make it something prettier."

"It fits the mood." said Marluxia with a bright smile, clearly ignoring Demyx's remark.

Xemnas rolled his eyes, giving a quiet sigh. "Says the one who gets to play the star."

"Be happy, superior, you got a part too!"

"I play an old man!"

"Befitting, no?" inquired Vexen with a sly smirk, edging over towards Marluxia as Axel began circling Zexion like a starving vulture in a desert.

"Says the oldest man in the Organization."

Axel sniggered. "I like my role!" he declared with certainty, rubbing his hand gingerly where he had been smacked with the microphone for attempting to grope Zexion.

Marluxia quirked an eyebrow. "No, you're actually the-" he started, but was cut off.

Axel had advanced upon him, holding his chakrams up to his throat with a bright smile on his face though the look in his eyes meant approaching doom if he weren't acquiesced with. "Dashing. Hero."

Marluxia, seemingly knowing the danger he faced at the moment from his fellow Organization member, sputtered, "Of- of course."

With a groan of annoyance and the rolling of his eyes, Zexion glared at his reflection in the mirror loathingly, eyes narrowing at the sight of the dress reflected back at him. "I'm not going out there in this." he proclaimed. "I refuse."

"You're going out there alright." was the graceful assassin's response, crossing his arms over his chest. "Or I'll throw you to the rabid fangirls and fanboys."

At hearing this, Zexion threw a glance towards the stage, inching closer to Axel as if seeking protection from the proposed fate that would befall him if he continued to disagree with the evening's plans. "Places everyone!" he called.

Before long, everyone was in their designated location and the house and stage lights dimmed, leaving the audience as well as the cast in complete darkness. Minus a quiet "eep" that came from the back of the auditorium, which obviously was produced by Riku, all was completely silent.

All there was to do now was wait for the play to get underway.
To Be Continued!