"It Was Stupid" and the general concept of "It Was Stupid" is completely copyright Orin Drake 2006. All characters contained within and terms like "Organization XIII" are owned by Square-Enix and Disney.
Background: I had planned this to be serious. It started out being serious, but... then I... apparently ignored the seriousness. So this one is just kinda weird. Hence the title.
It Was Stupid
by Orin
Drake
It never used to be this way, he noted mentally as he watched from his perch high up on the castle. The whiny musician was running around and screeching in the courtyard, followed closely by that redhead with the big mouth apparently trying to engage him in a "battle". Idiots, just idiots. Playing around like that...
Xigbar couldn't really help but be intrigued by the behavior, though. It was familiar, certainly... but from an uncomfortably vast distance. He recalled some things from the life of his Other, but not much in the way of specifics. He remembered some of the sights and sounds of childhood, but felt nothing attached to them. No names, or faces, or emotions.
He also vaguely remembered the beginning days of the Organization. When it was just the six of them and they discovered that they knew... nothing. So scared... except for Xemnas. He was the one to inform them that they did not feel at all. Though... Xigbar had always found it interesting that the Superior felt it necessary to use means of pain to drive his point home. No one brought that to his attention, though... not more than once.
It was stupid, he could certainly admit it. Not out loud, and sure as hell not in front of Xemnas, but... the whole Organization thing... was stupid. And those damn coats, goddamn uniforms... where had those come from, exactly..? Not that it mattered. It still wasn't his "thing". Must have been Xemnas' total lack of fashion sense to blame. The man had the oddest obsession with crazy patterns, too.
Marluxia had been the one to point out the Superior's gaudy taste... and, as Xigbar recalled, The Graceful Assassin had shortly afterward run to his room in tears and mumbling something about the color pink not being an indication of anything. Everyone had laughed then, of course, not quite realizing just how hurt Marluxia had been. Another strike against the theory they had no hearts..?
It was stupid to think about in the first place. The freeshooter was almost embarrassed about letting his mind wander in those directions. Especially when it was much more fun to shoot at the two nobodies still chasing one another below.