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Chapter One

Part 1: The dis-Organization

In The World That Never Was lived an evil Organization like no other. They plotted, they backstabbed, they had a leader who planned to destroy the universe and create his own. They went to innocent worlds and caused chaos. One of them had once tried to turn a beloved Disney character into a heartless. They were quite literally heartless beings, feeling no remorse for said actions, but they had cool hair styles.

So naturally everyone in the Kingdom of Fandumb loved them like no other.

These "misunderstood" people, were written about in fan fictions all over the world, each one trying to make them sympathetic and completely out of character. Sometimes the fan fiction writes would go so far as to demonize the hero of the game for killing them off, even though a few of their own members were completely responsible for the deaths and would likely admit it.

One of the most popular characters for the Organization also happens to be the one who was trying to betray them twice, and killed two other less popular members.

Of course this characters killing off two of the less popular members is completely justified too, right?

Well… not really.

Currently that same Organization was at the newly rebuilt, "The World That Never Was", but still somehow is.

The original had been destroyed when Xemnas, their leader, decided to go a bit too far in his attempts to kill the Keybearer, and had begun throwing buildings at him (keep in mind the Keybearer sliced them in half like it was butter), and turned part of the castle into a flippen' space ship/dragon thing that would make Buzz Lightyear jealous. Of course he still lost, mostly because he was a villain, plus Sora and Riku were heroes and this was a Disney game. It's basic math really.

They were all sitting in the depressingly named kitchen, "Vacant Delights," for the normal meeting room, "Where Nothing Gathers" (although everyone calls it 'the round room') was smote some time ago and renovations had yet to take place… considering the Organization were far too important to do it themselves, that was what the help was for right? And of course, by help it is meant the dusk underlings which were terrible workers...

No one really called the kitchen "Vacant Delights" except for Xemnas, who had always been overly dramatic even as a Nobody when it was unnecessary. At first some of the more loyal members attempted to call each room by its official name, but it quickly became ridiculous and tedious when they tried to give directions to newer members.

"The Nonentity Library is down the Halls of Empty Melodies, go past the Room of Dusk and Darkness, and it should be right of the Staircase of Illusions."

The kitchen was very large, spacious, and empty, as everything was in the castle. It held the necessary appliances such as a stove and refrigerator and a long table with fourteen seats.

Thirteen of them looked official and in uniform with elegant hand carved designs, while the fourteenth looking like an old fold out chair you'd find at a barbeque. The members sat in order of their rank, mostly out of habit. Four of the fourteen chairs were currently unoccupied.

"So…" Vexen paused giving the remaining members a once over. "The Superior, Number Two, and Number Thirteen all appear to be missing," Vexen said, sounding rather annoyed. Then again he always sounded annoyed.

"I doubt they are still dead, since we have returned ourselves… unless they died in a different fashion," said Marluxia, who always liked to have his opinions known (unless it's a backstabbing one). Vexen glared at Marluxia and he glared back. Both grown men had a bit of a grudge against each other for reasons the game didn't care to explain.

"No," began Saïx in his usual monotone voice, "I saw Number Two's death, he disappeared like the rest of us." Sitting next to him was Axel, who had been strangely quiet the entire time.

Maybe it was because everyone hated each other and tensions were at an all time high. And if there was to be a popularity vote on whom the Organization hated the worst at this moment, Axel would probably be in the top three with Sora and Riku.

Luckily for him the Organization was currently under a "truce" since if one person decided to extract their revenge, all of them (exceptpossibly Demyx and Luxord, if everyone forgot the laziness and amount of munny they lost, respectively) they would end up dead after all the backstabbing they had gone through.

"So maybe they're just hiding?" Demyx asked, slouching a bit in his chair. He was trying to get into a comfortable position as the chairs and even beds were notorious for being hard as rocks. No one ever seemed to care enough to replace them, or maybe they thought it'd be a waste since Nobodies couldn't feel real discomfort. Or at least the emotions that followed the physical feeling of discomfort.

"No, there would be no reason to hide from the Keybearer as he seems to assume we are still dead. Unless we were to meet face to face I doubt he or his friends would be a threat," Zexion said patiently.

"That wasn't what I meant," Demyx muttered. Demyx despite how he's commonly portrayed in fan fiction wasn't actually a bumbling idiot who can't tie his own shoes, constantly high on sugar, and talks about cake and puppies like they were the greatest thing ever. In fact he can be very clever when he wants to be. "What if they're avoiding us?"

"Why in the worlds would Number Two or the Superior want to avoid their own Organization?" Lexaeus asked.

"Hey! I'm not saying its true or anything just a …possibility," Demyx along with the newer members weren't as loyal to Xemnas or Xigbar as the older members.

The original six apprentices were friends with him in a past life after all and had been together for ten years. But Demyx didn't have that former bond, and had never liked the Superior in the first place, since it was him that decided have him stop doing recon mission and instead gave Saïx a bunch of combat related ones for him.

Larxene who sat next to Marluxia and an empty chair was looking more and more bored. She had never liked these kinds of meetings even when she had a heart, and being a Nobody wasn't improving her opinion of it. She decided now was as good a time as any to ask a question no one seemed to want to address. "So where's the keybrat now?"

Suddenly the room got very still, half of them because they were interested in the answer and half because they'd rather not talk about it. Finally it was Axel who told them what happened. "Roxas…found out about Sora and left the Organization."

"And then?" She prompted. For the first time in the last half an hour she was the least bit interested in what was going on. The two Keyblade idiots meeting? It must have been hilarious. And seeing that just talking about it makes Axel so upset, made it even better.

"…Roxas got kidnapped and taken to a virtual Twilight Town, with his memories erased so we couldn't find him."

"Naminé?" Larxene asked sounding surprised. As far as she knew Naminé wasn't one to kidnap people, far more likely to being kidnapped herself. Not very outgoing and easily manipulated. Of course the second she grows a back bone would be when everything went down the toilet.

"No, it was DiZ and Riku, but Naminé helped," Demyx said; he had done the recon after all.

"Who is this DiZ person?" Zexion asked, now sounding a bit inquisitive too. He remembered another intruding scent back at Castle Oblivion, and the name DiZ seem very familiar…

"It was Ansem the Wise in disguise," The berserker calmly interjected since he was one of the few members still alive when DiZ had revealed himself.

Larxene didn't care in the least and neither did Marluxia. But the original six looked rather surprised by it and it took quite a lot to surprise them as they were Nobodies.

"So Ansem the Wise escaped the Realm of Darkness?" Number four asked, trying to calculate this new information. "If that's so where is he now?"

"Everyone died before we saw what became of him. The only person who might know is Xemnas, who is conveniently missing," Saïx said in a bored tone. But it'd be good to note that Saïx had referred to him as Xemnas and not the Superior or Lord Xemnas.

"So what happened to Roxas…?"

"He joined with his other. As did Naminé." Saïx finished bluntly. He personally was tired of beating around the bush, and much preferred it they went to the next topic. Larxene who had been finding the discussion amusing up to this point was rather… upset by that statement.

"That brat… joined with his other?" Larxene yelled slamming the palms of her hands down on the table as she stood up. "Does that mean he got his heart back? And the little witch too! What did they do to deserve that? Ungrateful little…" A lieu of cures spilled out that would possibly make a grown man cry and leave sailors in awe. By the time she was done, she had cursed his family (or lack of thereof), friends and anyone who had so much as seen him walking down the street and gave him directions to the store.

"Thank you for that, Larxene," The Cloaked Schemer said, but even he was starting to show a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. This was getting them nowhere and raising far more question than answers, which was the last thing the organization needed at this state. Besides they all had far more important matters to discuss.

Such as the question burning in everyone's mind; What were they supposed to do now? Kingdom Hearts seemed out of the question and raising the population of heartless would most likely make Sora, Riku and all their associates suspicious. The Organization was very weak as they had only been brought back to life yesterday and could barely handle making a decent Corridor of Darkness.

In the destroyed remains of The World That Never Was, there was absolute silence. All that remained were small shadows that scurried in the night or a dusk looking for something important doomed to never find it. Nothing lived here, and Nothing had always lived here. Those who came must be made of Nothingness themselves, or else they wouldn't be welcome and they would never be able to call it a safe haven; substance was a taboo.

Near a building that had collapsed in on itself; something strange was happening. There was an unconscious figure soaked in darkness. The person stirred as if he was waking up from what seemed to be a very bad dream. "Where…?" he muttered as the rain water poured on top of him.

He felt cold, disoriented, and greatly confused. But he wasn't afraid even though he felt he should be, for some reason he couldn't remember. Wait… wasn't he… didn't he die? He remembered quite clearly his death; being choked wasn't something you'd easily forget. He remembered fading away, watching as his body ceased to exist.

A heartless appeared before him. Zexion looked at it from the ground, he didn't have enough strength to sit up let alone fight. Besides what could a heartless do to him…? He didn't have a heart to take anyway, it'd just be wasting both their time.

The heartless looked at him with its beady yellow eyes. After a second of eye contact it scurried away to an ally. Zexion didn't know where it was going nor did he care in the least.

The heartless never came back.

Zexion reminded himself now wasn't the time to think about such trivial matters as heartless. The Organization was falling apart. Or it had already fallen and now it was time to pick up what remained and try again.

The Organization XIII's leader and second in command were both missing. Their Keybearer skipped off and got a heart, about half the Organization members left were traitors and/or were planning to take over using the chaos to their advantage. Their best shot at getting hearts was no longer an option. Zexion closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands; everything was a mess.

"In the absence of Lord Xemnas," it took everything Marluxia had to refrain from spitting at the name. "I propose we elect a new leader." Obviously by his voice and tone, his nomination for the next Superior belonged to himself and only himself.

Luxord looked over at the scythe wielding man across to him. The gambler had been aimlessly shuffling his deck through the meeting and this was the first time he had decided to speak. "And what qualifies you to become the Superior?"

Marluxia smiled charmingly. This was the chance he had been waiting for since the very beginning. From the first moment he was told he was a Nobody and met their leader, Xemnas, he knew he should have been in charge.

He would be the one able to get his heart back, and he couldn't expect an idiot who'd let a twit like Vexen join the group to get anything done. And lo and behold he had been completely correct, Xemnas failed in creating Kingdom Hearts, and the former state of The World That Never Was, was proof of that.

Marluxia spoke slowly and arrogantly, "Let's be frank here. Xemnas failed to get anyone a heart, and the only member that succeeded had turned their back on us. Not only did he fail in his one mission while he sent us on hundreds, but he's also disappeared unable to face us like a coward. It's obvious who's the only one qualified to be the true leader."

Chaos broke loose. Vexen yelled something about him being as fit to be Superior as a subatomic particle, and he'd rather die (again) before that happens. Larxene screamed back something about him being an old fool past his prime. Number Three nominated himself for Superior since chronologically he was next in line. Luxord made a snide remark about it and shortly the two began arguing. Demyx was attempting to calm everyone down until Larxene told him off and he called her a witch in return resulting in a three way argument.

Soon the entire table was yelling at each other, not just for who would be leader, but past betrayals too. Axel had disappeared from the room at one point seeing as everyone saw him as a traitor, and he wasn't an idiot. Saïx hadn't noticed yet, for he was preoccupied trying to explain his standing on who should be the next Number One, but when he did, he'd probably go after his former friend to make sure didn't do anything stupid like use a Corridor of Darkness to visit Destiny Islands.

And there sat Number Six, trying hard to keep his composure and not participate in the verbal battle. He had always despised chaos, and preferred order in his life. Before, Organization XIII made sense. You received a mission; you did it as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Some of the members were lazy and only did the bare minimum as if they had something better to do than try to regain their hearts, but now? Now, all there was disorganization and anarchy.

Vexen summoned his shield 'Frozen Pride'; he looked ready to kill something small and innocent. He supposed he would have to settle for something with pink hair and traitorous.

"Be quiet..." Zexion muttered. He couldn't think with all the commotion going on and he had hated not being able to think.

Marluxia had just summoned his scythe 'Graceful Dahlia' and was currently threatening Vexen with it.

"Silence." Zexion said, his voice getting louder. Saïx had just left the room in search of Axel, and maybe Zexion thought, he should leave too, but how rude would it be to walk out on a meeting you yourself called? Even if the other members were acting similar to…

Larxene brought out her kunai 'Foudre' and smiled a sadistic smile (in other words her usual one). A two on one fight against the old man? Sounds like fun. Maybe she'd work on her fire magic just to act as a well deserved reminder.

Acting similar to…

Lexaeus never particularly cared for bullies, especially cowardly ones. Vexen had been a very good acquaintance back when he had a heart, and that loyalty still shown through. He too, summoned his weapon, a large (not to mention heavy) tomahawk known as 'Skysplitter'.

Similar to…

Xaldin brought out his six lances 'Lindworm'; he had never like Larxene anyway. The two needed to learn their place, along with the other traitors.

To…

The group continued to yell at each other, and Zexion couldn't finish his thought. He couldn't think with all this noise! Why was everyone acting like a… like a…

"Would you all calmly…" Zexion tried once more, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of his bickering companions. Even Demyx (who had noticed he was the only one without a weapon out, besides Luxord and Zexion each for their, own reasons.) had summoned his sitar and was already strumming a cord. His music didn't help to improve Zexion's mood.

"…just…"

That was it! No one called him and 'old fool' and lived to tell the tale. And if they did he would have to correct that small error immediately. The younger members needed to learn the definition to the word "respect".

"SILENCE!"

Zexion hadn't come to the conclusion he had yelled out loud during that long first second. All he knew was that everyone had gotten very quiet, and while he was very thankful for that, he knew he had done something by the way everyone gazes were focused on him.

Then he realized he had acted out of annoyance. He had yelled not because it was something he would have done if he still possessed a heart, but because he was genuinely irritated. He was annoyed with everyone acting like emotional twits.

Annoyance was an emotion.

So obviously that what was impossible? So why was he still feeling exasperated? He had done something out of character, he had more or less told everyone to shut up. He was supposed to be a schemer not a screamer.

That's when he noticed the clapping.

He turned and noticed a girl behind him, a sarcastic smile adorning her face.

She wasn't beautiful in the least. She had messy dirt brown hair, freckled cheeks, and a nose that was too big to look correct on her relatively small face.

For some reason it reminded him a bit of a pig's snout. She wore an Organization coat, only it looked like it was made from cheaper and foreign materials, but the metal chains were most defiantly made of plastic. It seemed she couldn't afford to buy the boots or the gloves the Organization wore, or maybe she just was uncomfortable wearing them for both were absent. In her hand she held a Keyblade, but it was evidently made of cheap cardboard and markers you'd buy at a dollar store. She was short too, not even reaching Roxas' height, but despite all of this; what shone brightly in her green eyes was superiority, like she was playing a game and had all the cheat codes.

"Who are you?" Luxord was the first to ask the question in everyone's minds.

"I am…" she paused as if she wasn't sure what she wanted to say. Then suddenly her face lit up as if she had an idea. She waggled her figure at him and spoke with a deep voice. "My name is of no importance."

As no one in attendance was there when Xemnas said those words to Roxas, and so no one got the reference. She sighed at their confusion, and lack of a decent reaction. This was supposed to be far more epic and awesome. She decided to try a different tactic and just skipped the formalities, "I'm your new leader!"

You can imagine everyone's reaction to this. If you can't I'll tell you, it begins with "laugh" and ends with "ter".

"And what makes you think you can be our leader, girl?" Xaldin asked, first to recover. Part of him was debating to just kill her and save space or use her as a prisoner for future leverage. Another part of him was questioning how she even got here.

"Because, I have a Keyblade," She held up the cardboard.

"That is not a Keyblade," Vexen said, one of his eyebrow raising. Was this girl playing a game or something? You don't make fools of the Organization if you knew what was good for you, but maybe she'd be useful in an experiment. Since Kingdom Hearts was out of the question, he'd like to see what happens if he kept the subject alive, manually remove their heart and implant it in someone else…

The girl looked at herself, "Oi! The glamour is malfunctioning!" She sighed, and lightly tapped her small crown shaped pendant that looked suspiciously similar to Sora's. There was a bright flash of light, and suddenly in her place was a beautiful girl. Long flowing Axel colored red hair like waves of the ocean, a heart shaped face like Naminé's, tall as Riku, deep blue ocean eyes because every main character had them, and a Kingdom Keyblade from Sora complete with a Mickey Mouse chain. She now wore what seemed to be an official organization coat except without the gloves and still barefoot.

Yes, in other words she just stole her favorite qualities from everyone else.

"What the…?" Marluxia began completely baffled.

She smiled at him, "As I was saying, I'm your new leader."

"And why should we follow a lost little girl who knows a couple of magic tricks?" Larxene asked, not really taking any of this seriously. She already had her kunai out, so at least she got to save time.

The girl pointed her Keyblade at Larxene, and Larxene flinched involuntarily. The last time she had seen one of those it was ripping through her flesh sending her to oblivion. The girl smirked cockily and replied, "Because I have something precious." She twirled the Keyblade as if she were an old master.

"And what would that be…?" Zexion asked, already positive he would not like the answer.

The girl raised her unoccupied right hand (as she was left handed) and snapped her fingers. And suddenly ten heartless appeared. They were all each in varying sizes and levels, but none of them looked incredibly threatening. One good swipe from a scythe and they'd slither back to the darkness whence they came.

"Is that to best you can do?" Demyx asked, looking about ready to laugh again. One of the heartless twitched in response but did not move to attack.

The girl whose name didn't matter, smiled quite widely now. "It's better than what you can do." Luxord got the feeling she had a card up her sleeve. Something was wrong, very wrong with this scenario. Who was this girl again?

"You threaten to take over Organization XIII with those pitiful heartless?" Xaldin laughed, but nobody joined him this time. "It would take mere seconds to destroy them."

"Go ahead!" the girl stepped out the way so he'd had a clear shot. "Kill my hostages!"

"You've taken heartless hostage?" Demyx asked, now eyeing the girl as if she were insane.

The girl laughed, it was full of mirth and echoed loudly within the large but mostly empty kitchen. "Those aren't just any heartless!" she exclaimed through the giggles. She then abruptly stopped laughing and looked deadly serious. A cold gleam of malice entered her eyes.

"They are your heartless!"

This is only the first part of Chapter One. It's cut in half due to it's length. Next time, Chapter One (Part Two)!

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