Trivial Matters

Never trust the Chinese

Six weeks. It was all because of that blasted reconnaissance mission to the Land of the Dragons six weeks ago. It had been a simple mission, any one of them could have done it. Only Xigbar had to come back from his trip too drunk from the land's fiery liquor to give any semblance of a coherent report. So it fell to him to sort out a superior's problems. Again. And again.

It wasn't that he had a problem with it. In fact, his performance in the area of disaster management had endeared him greatly to Xemnas, and being one step below the King was not a bad place to be. However, if he had known what was to come to pass, he would have made any excuse not to have gone on that blasted trip.

He had been thorough, checking out the less inhabited areas as well as the main city, seeking signs of strong, corruptible hearts and noting them down methodically. He was just trying to be the best that he could be. Was it his fault that that particular day was particularly hot and humid? Was it his fault that the Organization's uniforms, as lovely as they were, were particularly stifling in hot and humid conditions?

It wasn't his fault that he had to stop to take a drink while exploring the wilderness westward of the main cluster of civilisation. It certainly wasn't his fault that the water was so cool and inviting.

Besides, being female was not a fault, and definitely not his.

It's not to say that he wasn't affected by the sudden change in his body. Six weeks was time enough for him to consult his unfailing logical mind and come to an unbiased conclusion. At that point in time, though…

Well, let's just say that the number of intelligent creatures living in that area experienced a population decrease of about 99.

On hindsight, the natives could probably have provided some insight as to how he could have reversed the bothersome transformation, but there was usually little room for thought when he was in berserker mode.

Which was why he was here, female, sitting naked on Vexen's lab table, trying very, very hard to remember that Xemnas would be upset if they lost a member now.

Six weeks. Six weeks and not a single Nobody noticed. Somehow, Saix felt a little stung by this, as much as a Nobody could feel. He'd tried to downplay the matter, even to himself, so it wasn't as though he tried too hard to hide it. Sure, there was the binding so that he could still fit into his cloak. His voiced changed slightly, but he never spoke much to the others anyway. Growling, he still sounded the same. Of course, his physical abilities were not at all affected, so perhaps that was why no one really noticed.

It certainly wasn't because he wasn't attractive.

If given another moment, Saix would have noted the peculiarity of that particular thought. However, Vexen chose that moment to pull out a measuring tape, and that deserved more attention than any of the perfectly normal and logical thoughts going through his mind.

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A/N: I really appreciate the reviews. I know the chapters are short, but I'm trying to complete each one in one sitting in between the other million and one things I have to do. Treat it like a sort of experiment for me. Heh…

This odd fic spawned from watching the Final Mix+ vids too many times, where I observed that one particular member of OrgXIII had a particularly girly way of sitting and moving. Combine that observation with something half-remembered from a popular Chinese story, the convenient world of Mulan and, presto! Crack of the highest degree.

Er… I do realise the notes are getting long, so I shall be brief. No more notes from me unless absolutely necessary, or if anyone has pressing questions. Expect an update soon (because nothing motivates me better than procrastinating from studying. )