Wow, already one review. Sweet!

Yes, dark672, those are the correct names for 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 12, and 13. Well done.

Now everyone else, guess the others. They're really not that hard once you put your mind to it.

By the way, I've figured out where I want to go with this story: It will be divided into three sections- the first section, Organization relationships, personalities, the works, and at the end, get a Keyblade master; the second section, the Castle Oblivion section; and the third one, which is the grand finale. Should work.

Anyhoo, here we go.

Chapter Two: The Splitting Headaches.

Xadmain rubbed his head wearily and looked at the two Organization members that stood in front of him. He motioned his hands and two chairs warped out of nothing.

"Please, sit," he told them. More as a plea than a request. They sat.

"Now, Moxt," he nodded towards the male, "Naxan," to the female, "tell me exactly how it happened?"

He was referring to the incident with the search the other night and how in Hell's name they managed to piss each other off the first two minutes so that he would end up on the roof with himself and Xoej.

Moxt sighed, "We both agreed that it would be a good idea to split up and search each area separately-"

"No, YOU agreed and then warped off before I could have a say in the matter!" Naxan screamed.

"Well, hell, why have to listen to the statistics if we both knew it would be better separated and away from each other than together and screaming in each other's faces!"

"Well, Jesus, Moxt, maybe just for once, you could work with me without making a comment to my figure!"

"It's not my fault you have the worlds smallest-"

"ENOUGH!" Xadmain interrupted. This conversation was getting way too inappropriate. "Naxan, you're figure is fine (which was true, in his and everyone else's opinions) and Moxt, you're a good person (downright lie, no two-ways about it), but if you keep this up-"

"Well, why the hell am I always partnered with her? She hates me, man! I mean, Jesus, I'm a rank higher than her and she thinks she can just walk all over me-"

"I do not walk all over you!"

"Please, you take control over every freakin' situation we're in!"

"That's because you don't have a single planning cell in your brain! You just go in with guns-"

"Magnums."

"- with magnums a blazing, not even thinking things through! You're gonna end up dead one of these days!"

"Well, don't sound too happy!"

"I'm not; I'm looking out for you because you seem to have no care in the world to danger!"

"'Cause nothin' can hurt me, I'm freakin' invincible!"

"Oh, please. They day you become a god is the day Naxst stops being annoying!"

"What are you sayin', I'm annoyin'?"

"Oh my GOD! Are you listening to the words coming out of my mouth at all?"

"Yeah, I'm listenin' and all I'm hearin' is-"

"WILL YOU BOTH SHUT-UP!"

Both younger members gulped as they looked at their clearly enraged boss. He was trying to keep steady, but it clearly wasn't working. His splitting headache was getting worse by the second.

"You both really need to end this petty fighting before everyone has had enough!" he hollered.

"I tried," said Naxan, "but you deflected my discs before they could decapitate him!"

"Oh, so it's bad if someone else tried to kill me, but if you do it, oh no, it's a crime shame it didn't work!"

"Oh, you would've shot me first chance you got!"

"Would have. Didn't. There's a difference-"

SHUT UP!" Xadmain yelled again. Both went quiet.

"You two have been having this same argument since the day you both joined the Organization! It has to stop! We are one order, one unit, one democracy! Understand!"

Both sullenly nodded, neither looking at the other. Xadmain continued.

"I'm ordering you to finish this fighting by any means necessary- except for death or any battling, backstabs, torture, or any method of physical pain," he added, as Moxt was about to speak up. No. 8 flopped back down, mumbling under his breath.

"As long as he just stays away from me, I'm fine," declared Naxan.

"Same here," Moxt said, agreeing with her for once.

"No, that won't work, because you two will work together. I don't care how you do it as long as shots aren't fired, blood isn't spewed anywhere, and no casualties are taken- including you! Clear? Now, get out!"

Naxan stood up and stomped out the door, slamming it shut. Moxt sighed slowly, then got up and walked to the door. He was about to turn around and say something, but the furious look on Xadmain's face convinced him otherwise. The door clicked shut behind them.

No. 1 slumped back into the chair, both hands rubbing his temples. If he had to go through another day of that shit…

"You really think you solved anything?"

He groaned. "Xhrics, what do you want?"

Xhrics, No. 6, a big, silent man with short brown hair stepped out from behind the shadows, his giant axe in his right hand.

"I came to talk to you about the search," he said, then with a grin added, "but as I can plainly see, you have more than enough of a headache to deal with the fact that we're nowhere near the Keyblade master."

"I'm not in the mood to hear your complaints, No. 6," Xadmain insisted, popping some Tylenol into his mouth and placing an icepack on his head.

"Complaints? Oh no, these aren't complaints. Merely wondering why we're still here on this filth diseased planet instead of giving up and looking somewhere else?"

Xhrics, though he barely spoke, had a way of hitting the truth straight on the head.

"I know he's here, Xhrics. It's only a feeling, but it's enough to know. One look at this planet was all it took- he is here," said Xadmain.

Xhrics looked at his friend for a few seconds, regarding him. Then he shrugged.

"Well, in any case, you should explain to the others why we have to be here," he said.

"Xhrics, I just spent the morning with two people who hate each others guts. I had to pull them apart and deflect a disc before it tore his head off. Last night, I slept with three pillows on my head and my earplugs in and it still didn't block out those .50 bullets. And-" he groaned, "- I just took an extremely large dose of Tylenol."

He groped his head. No. 6 sighed.

"Well, anything I could do?"

"Not unless you know a method of getting Moxt and Naxan to either be friends or fall in love, I'll take either, if it'll stop the bullets."

"Sorry. Relationships aren't really my thing."

"What? I thought you and Zixl were good friends, so to speak?"

"Other relationships. Those involving other people that aren't me and have different tastes. Simple."

No. 1 groaned again. Xhrics backed off.

"If I were you, I'd just stand back and let them work it out. Who knows, it might work."

"And if it doesn't?"

"Well, you've got two less pains in the ass to deal with."

"Get out," was all Xadmain said. Xhrics smiled and warped out of the room.

Minutes later, Xoej warped in.

"Hey, how'd that meeting go?" he asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," his friend stated sternly.

"Whew, that bad huh?"

"Why do they do it every single day?"

"I dunno… hormones?"

Here, Xadmain finally managed a laugh. "Good one."

"Well, it can't be all bad…"

BAM!

"GODDAM IT!"

Yeah, I couldn't think of a better ending than that.

This chapter begins a long, long road. Get comfy.

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