-1XIII
"Pink."
Marluxia turned his head to his left. Nathaniel was resting his chin on his fist, eyeing his neighbour.
"Excuse me?"
"Your hair is pink."
Marluxia raised an eyebrow while shifting some of his hair away from his face, leaving a few strands dangling in front of him.
"And why did you bring this up now?"
"Just letting you know."
"You've seen me before yet you didn't say anything."
"It slipped my mind."
"You sit right next to me."
Nathaniel sat up straight. "I prefer to offer my undivided attention to these meetings."
There was a cackle to Nathaniel's left. He looked down on a young woman in the neighbouring throne, possibly in her twenties, her body shaking, as two strands of blonde hair bounced on the air as if it defied gravity. She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"What's so funny, Larxene?"
Larxene gasped for air. "You never pay attention!" Her laughter continued, albeit toned down.
"Oh, so you're paying more attention to me, then?"
Larxene's laughter suddenly stopped as she glared up at Nathaniel.
"I'm sure the Superior would be happy to hear -" he paused as he caught a yellow throwing knife in between his fingers. "Oh come now," he said as he tossed the knife back.
Larxene caught it and grumbled, the other knives wedged between her fingers disappearing in a flash of lightning. Nathaniel turned back to Marluxia.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
Nathaniel's eyes darted to Marluxia's hair, then back at his eyes.
Marluxia sighed in frustration. "Before I joined, I was a…florist."
"Oh, were you now?" Nathaniel eagerly stroked his chin.
"Yes. And there was an…incident."
"That so? And what did this…incident entail, dare I ask?" Nathaniel said as he leaned his head on his interweaved fingers.
"I'm not supposed to say, but if you insist-"
The sudden appearance of a black oval on the room's tallest throne cut Marluxia off. The oval disappeared, leaving a hooded member sitting upon the throne; the Superior.
Silence deafened the room.
The Superior pulled off his hood as a few of the member's eyes widened. Long, silver hair fell from the hood, as his eyes opened revealing deep amber.
As his eyes roamed the room, he spoke, "Good tidings, friends. Today is a momentous day." A few members, including Nathaniel, leaned in anticipation. "I am pleased to announce that a new comrade has been chosen to wear the coat."
His attention turned to the center of the room, where a short, wide pillar displaying the Organization's logo sat. Two black ovals formed at Nathaniel and Marluxia's feet, and out stepped two cloaked members, minus their hoods. One was around Nathaniel's height and bore a spiky red mane, and the other was significantly shorter with a crown of spiky blond hair. The latter looked up at the Superior, who spoke again, "Number XIII. Let us all welcome one of the Keyblade's chosen."
Everyone in the room began talking at once. All except Nathaniel, who eyed the newcomer with his mouth slightly open. His fingers formed a right angle on his chin.
Number XIII turned around and looked up at Nathaniel with almost blank eyes. Nathaniel raised an eyebrow and stroked his chin a bit.
Finally he looked up at the Superior.
"I'm gonna have to move, aren't I?"