Author's Note: I actually have an idea for a plot o.0 I think that means I'll bewriting more.I doubt you'll be able to figure it out by what I have in this chapter, but I'm starting to hint at it. Things might actually get interesting now.

Disclaimer: I own KH. Jk.Seriously.

Drixana

At around three in the morning, Drixana turned off the lamp on her bedside table and closed her eyes. The night had been crazy, but fun. As Drixana slowly drifted off to sleep, she went through the night's events in her mind.

The game of strip poker had been getting dangerous when Xemnas showed up and demanded that they all go to sleep as all of them had important things to do the next day. Luxord had assured the Superior that they would head off to sleep but promptly dealt another hand as soon as he left.

When Xemnas had come back two hours later, everyone immediately summoned portals and left, Demyx grabbing Drixana and pulling her through to his room. All lost clothes had been left in the common room, but they didn't dare go back and get them.

Drixana had been about to go back to her room when Axel appeared, followed soon by Roxas and Luxord. Luxord had offered to start up the game again but no one seemed to want to loose any more clothes. The five of them sat around talking for hours until Drixana mentioned that she wanted her clothes back.

They all participated in the daring rescue mission that ended up not being all that daring as no one was in the room when they returned. After that, Drixana had gone to her room and plopped down on her bed without changing her remaining clothes.

"I am amazed that you have the energy to get up and function properly after staying up that late. And you haven't slept properly for days at least. Weeks maybe." Xemnas watched one of VII's chakrum go flying accurately into a target again.

The Flurry of Dancing Flames summoned it back to his hand. "Years of practice." He let his weapons vanish in a puff of darkness. "So, what's all this about, anyway?"

"Number VII, you are going to mentor Number XIV."

Axel raised his thin eyebrows. "Why?"

"She has fire."

Axel shrugged mentally. This made sense enough. He certainly wouldn't have picked himself to be a mentor, but Superior should know what he was doing, right? He was Superior. Besides, XIV should be interesting enough to train. "When do I start?"

"Whenever you decide you're ready."

Axel smirked. "Okay then." Drixana had been up at least as late as he had, and she probably wasn't so used to it. It should be… fun to wake her up. VIII summoned a portal and walked through it.

Xemnas watched him leave before summoning his own vortex of swirling darkness and stepping through. He emerged in the kitchen. It was empty. Xaldin was out on a mission and so the rest of the Organization had to fend for themselves as far as food went. They all got by, but Xemnas imagined that a long-term absence made by the Whirlwind Lancer would probably result in bad health for the rest of them, particularly the younger members. He himself was not all that culinarily adept.

Number I crossed the kitchen and went about making a pot of coffee. He had just poured a cup when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Good morning, Superior," Zexion greeted him. The youngest of the original six seated himself on one of the benches by the table, facing Xemnas.

Xemnas turned around to face him. "What do you think?"

Zexion raised his visible eyebrow. "Scent does not reveal thoughts. What do I think about what?"

"Drixana."

"They certainly seem to have bonded with her much more quickly than they did with Larxene," he replied.

Xemnas nodded. "I think we can take this as a good sign."

A small smile showed on Zexion's face. "So let's leave important decisions up to me now if it's a choice between Vexen and myself."

"In matters such as these, perhaps." He tilted his mug to his lips and drank.