okay, okay here i go again with this lovely story, right? right?

this one, marly is a bit ooc... okay, a lot but he turns normale later on!

Disclaimer: I DON'T own anything kingdom hearts! you know this, don't you? Nor do I own Tory/Victoria!

this one is by me!

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CHAPTER 3

Putting it plain and simple (so people like Axel can understand it), the mission made no lucid sense to Number VI. He could easily list off twenty reasons why it was illogical in under ten seconds. Reasons such as: they were Nobodies, they didn't need relaxing vacations on an unexplored world. Who needed to relax, anyways? Certainly not, he, Zexion. And he certainly did not need to attend a public high school (or any high school for that matter). But why was the most easy-going members attending? Why not Number IV? He was very up-tight of the late.

Not that he would question Number I's motives right away, he would end up like those who did (Vexen), severely punished.

Though... it irked Zexion. Surely the Superior would have more sensible motives?

"I do not like it," hissed a touchy Chilly Academic who was waiting for the emo-haired teen to examine the cloths that were supposed to help him "blend in with the people there" in the library. They were to meet in the library when ready, then leave for Earth in a small gummy ship. Inconvenient? yes. Necessary? yes. Prone to be annoying? most definitely.

It was said that Xemnas was a friend of the elderly man who owned the house where they were destined to stay when he was a Somebody. They, the members, were Xemnas's rich co-workers that needed to get a better veiw on the "middle class' lifestyle to be more productive at work. How living at a 30 room mansion was considered middle class, Zexion would never figure it out (without classifying it as a ruse, that is). Though Earth's technology was considerably advanced, they had no knowledge of magic, other worlds with life, moogles (which Marluxia found absurd), Heartless, or Nobodies. Which meant their weapons would be relinquished. Which meant their powers would be halved as well. Which meant that they wouldn't have the abilities to portal anywhere they want.

A strange planet, indeed, Zexion though bitterly.

"So, Xemnas himself chose these articles of clothing. I find that extremely difficult to believe," Zexion mumbled as he eyed a rather displeasing outfit. The periwinkle haired Nobody turned as soon as he smelled Axel and his partner in crime, Roxas, enter the room.

It was easy to see that Axel's fiery, spiky red hair complimented his eyes, and personality. Little black diamond tattoos were located under each of his eyes, and his cloak didn't hide his skinny figure. VIII was a trouble-making man who smelt of burnt toast to Zexion. Roxas, the only other member who was "younger" than the Cloaked Schemer (they, since they were, undeniably, Nobodies, they didn't really age in "looks" all that much), though maybe Xion was younger than he, had spiky (though not nearly as ludicres as Axel's nor half as long as the Key of Destiny's) blonde hair with the tell-tale innocent blue cerulean blue eyes to top it off. Sadly, Number XIII was the more sensible of the chaotic duo, and, though always persuaded by Axel and his damned sea-salt ice-cream stash, tended to think of the consequences a tad bit more thoroughly.

Not even Zexion, the most intelligent (not to sound full of himself) of the fourteen Nobodies in Organization XIII, had bothered to count the endless amount of pranks the two had pulled in their non-lives.

"Yo," Axel snorted in his conceded way, "look, Zex's got himself some emo-cloths, ha!" Roxas was ignorant to this, as he never actually looked at the endless quantities of booked located on the various -and tall- shelves. A pitiful trait gained from his friendship from the red-head with porcupine hair...

"Huh? Oh, cool, Zexion. I got street cloths." Roxas told him, still partially taking in the scenery.

a/n: when roxi says "street cloths", he means the ones in kh 2 ^.^

Axel grinned, "Yep, me too!"

Vexen and his stomach churning acidic smell held his held high and felt the need to put in, "I received mostly business cloths meant for serious purposes, unlike-"

Suddenly, Marluxia -a ton of rose petals- and Larxene popped up from the same portal. Marluxia looking... well... like he was...

Zexion shuddered voluntarily as a girlish giggle came out of the man's mouth and he twirled around them. Larxene had a stunned demeanor on and appeared to be sick.

"And I gots prwetty cloths! Larxy- anne over there got fwrilly, girly cloths of which she doesn't like, me thinks!" And just like that, the man (?) disappeared as fast as he came, which for Zexion and Vexen was not quick enough. The feminine scene of the originally normal Number XI was unfortunately burned into their minds.

"What-?" Vexen gasped with "disgraceful" written all over his face.

"Some questions are better left, as they say, untouched."

VIII and XIII continued to roll on the floor with laughter, clutching their stomachs, while Larxene merely blinked, then, as they all silently predicted they would, ran off in fury after the derisive pink haired man and shouted various things that Zexion would highly prefer to leave censored, even though they were put in a slightly polite form.

"Something tells me that Marly sniffed the wrong flower this morning." Axel choked from lack of air, as did Roxas.

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"They'll be here any minute!" Rixah's mother's voice joyously rang out from the hall. Rixah had smugly decided a little while ago to lock herself into her room.

Rixah sighed melodramatically and rolled off of her bed, still fully dressed and not planning to change any time soon. "Yeah, mother, I'll be out in a minute..."

Rixah's room was probably the smallest out of all of the sleep-able rooms. Thankfully, though, it faced west so the sun wouldn't shine in through her window and wake her up after a single girl raid. The walls were a sky blue and the carpeting was a fluffy sort of light grey. The door was located across from the window -which had her queen sized bed next to it- and the door to her private bathroom next to that. A few dressers were smashed into the room, but nothing more, other than the CDs and books that littered everywhere. Everywhere, not being a light term, meant that she had, indeed stepped on -and broke- more than a few of her favorite CDs, but she refused to have any of the snickering maids clean anything of hers. If she wanted that done, she would do it herself.

Though the prospect of contact with new people in the same room made Rixah's heart seethe, in the back of her mind, she was truly curious. After all, it wasn't like every person in the world was an idiot; take Tory, or even her friend Tris, for instance. Technically, her grandfather owned the mansion yet lived in the ever blossoming Florida. Her mother, Tanya, was always working because she really only had to pay for food and clothing (she had a minimum wage job), but still liked the extra cash on hand. This place was so big that if Rixah ever ventured farther from the path that led to the kitchen, living room, main entrance, or her own room, she would most likely get lost. There must've been enough rooms to keep the guests busy enough to stay away from her.

Or... so she thought.

So Rixah stalked solemnly through the dimly lit halls until she arrived at her destination, the ever prestigious living room -yet somehow still hardly empty save a couch, 42" inch flat-screen, and a few computers-. Let's just say she was on the verge on hitting her head against the nearest beige wall several times at the sight of the eight other people that occupied the room.

And, damn, they were something else.

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To say Zexion was comfortable in dark jeans and a tight black shirt with outlandish -for him- tennis shoes would be like saying that Larxene adored her frilly t-shit she was currently fuming in. An outrageous lie. And a bad one, at that. Everybody else, though, was practically in favor of their outfits.

While Ms. Twinite rambled rather expressively on about what a wonderful stay they would have to Vexen, who was rather skeptical, everyone else spotted a darkly dressed girl enter, an irritated expression played across her face.

"Hey, who is that?" Axel asked Tanya in a suggestive tone, if only he had realized that this would inevitably turn out to be Ms. Twinite's daughter, he probably would've never spoken up.

Must to Zexion's minor -fake- surprise, though, the woman gave them a giant, elated smile and practically shouted, "That's my daughter, Rixah! Well I have to go get the butler, George, now. He'll show you around. Get to know her, please." And then she left, abandoning Rixah with a bunch of strangers of which more than half were considerably older.

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okay everyone, how was it. i know this chapter is, like, 20x s longer than the last, but i had to do it, you know? reviews are appreciated! thanks so much for those of you who have, you guys rock!