Let's be honest, no matter how much everyone wants me to own Disney or Square Enix, it'll never happen, and believe it or not, it might be for the best that I don't own it. I would screw the compsny by investing everything we had into the Hot Pocket companies.

The Organization's Problem

Chapter 4

In Roxas' Bedroom… That Never Was… (Which had been turned back to the way it was before Namine had her fun with Roxas)

Roxas had just gotten away from all the madness of the other Organization XIII members, and decided that the thing he wanted to do most after winning a couple bucks from Xigbar, and getting to not eat his "dinner" he felt like taking a small (PUN AHEAD) cat nap. (THERE IT WAS! THAT WAS SO TOTALLY AN LOL MOMENT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) He crawled through the small doggy door that he had installed in case he ever got a dog.

Man, am I sleepy. That lunch was horrible. And Lex's farts… *Shudder*. Well, I can forget about that for now. *yyaaawwwwwwnnnnn*

Roxas expertly hopped onto his desk chair, and from that, onto his bed. He slumped down onto his pillow, wrapped his tail around himself, and he descended into the world of dreams… For a whole eight seconds.

Rocash! Rocash! I zound a buk thap was designed juft for pipple like ush! Screamed Lexeaus as he came skidding in the room, a book in his mouth. Roxas' eyes ripped open at the sound of his fellow catd unnaturally deep voice.

What. In. The. Name. Of. God. Did. You. Just. Say. Lexeaus dropped the book on the floor, and looked at Roxas.

I found a book that was designed just for people like us.

Really! You found a book about nobodies?

… No. I meant like you and me. For people who've been turned into cats. It's about funny things to do.

You enjoy fun, Lex? I thought your definition of a good time was staring at the wall.

No… That's a hobby, you dingle berry. This book is about Fun fun.

Roxas hopped off of his pillow, met Lex at the book, and read the cover.

Things To Do If You are Turned Into A Cat… by Sheelby A. Moron. Heh, what a crappy name. It sounds like She'll be a moron.

Yes… It does. But that's beside the point. This is supposed to be the Bible for cat people. Lexeaus eventually opened the cover, and after the fourteen pages of all copyright permissions, they got to Chapter 1: Annoyance.

There are five main types of annoyance: Worrying, Pestering, Snooping, fearing, and Repetitive.

Let's start with Part One: Worrying. If you have someone to look after you while in your cat form, and they know you're a real person, try and act like a real cat, get them worked up. Be prepared, though, they WILL call your bluff. You just have to hold your ground, I.E. Follow every cat-like instinct you have.

If you don't want to do that, you can act like you've lost a bit of your memory. This can easily be done by asking how you got to be a cat, and who you were before, although, to do this, you need an almost unreal ability to lie, and look innocent.

Part Two: Pestering. To do this, constantly ask your friend or family member if they've found a way to cure you, or if they have any fish. Be careful, though. Do this too many times, and you could get put into a box, or be sent off to a shelter.

Part Three: Snooping. The simplest way of accomplishing this is to crawl into drawers that you know someone will be using within the next three to five minutes. Careful, though, pick the wrong drawer, and you could get the living hell kicked out of you by a teenage girl. And if you go in too early or too late, they might not come back for a while, and you could get tired or hungry.

Part Four: Fearing. Act like a ghost cat or a deity. If you have power over them, they will fear you. But warning, if you're being too much of a jerk towards those you scare, they could begin an uprising against you, and you could get killed.

Part Five Repetitive: Constantly ask for the same food, object, or tell the same joke. Works relatively well, although it gets tiresome to tell a joke more than fifty or sixty times in a row.

Lexeaus, if we're going to do this… we'd better start soon. Roxas said with malice. He always had loved a good prank.

In The Dining Room That Hasn't Had The Opportunity To Be…

"I wonder where Roxas and Lexeaus are." Namine said aloud as she was passing out plates of pasta.

Everyone but the kittens and the hospitalized Marluxia was in attendance for the meal, even the man that was about to eat cat food, Xigbar. Xigbar had a defeated look on his face, maybe it came from the fact that he had bet, and lost, his cloak. Xemnas had a tired look on her face, most likely from the reassigning of missions. Xaldin had a… somehow depressed look on his Moogle face. Vexen just kept her usual look of blue steel as she awaited her pasta.

Zexion was still reading the Winnie the Pooh book, so might as well have no face. Saix just had her usual look of absolute nothingness, until she looked at the heart shaped moon, which brought a miniscule smirk to her face. Axel… was asleep, so he was as good as Zexion. Demyx was eyeing everyone else' spaghetti, searching for someone that might be getting more than he would be. Luxord was counting his new almost six grand, every which cent used to belong to Number II. Larxene had a scowl on his face, like usual. And Xion, she was like a miniature, black haired, girl version of Demyx, all hyper about her Italian meal.

" Smells good, Miss Nami." Xion said happily.

"Namine, could you pass me the parmesan?" asked Saix shyly.

Namine handed her the parmesan, but before she let go, Namine gave a death glare. "You take any more tonight," Namine whispered, "through the pepper-flakes in your eyes." Then a preceded a hefty silence, during which neither let go of the small canister of brand name cheese.

"…Thank you for letting go of the Parmesan, Namine." Saix mumbled through grinding teeth. Namine realized that she still had the parmesan cheese in her hand.

"Whoops. Sometimes I leave reality for a second." She quickly regained her composure prior to her quietly threatening Saix with pepper-flakes. Then she threw another death glare towards Saix and mouthed the words, "I will send you to hell if you ask for more Ragu."

The rest of dinner went on in silence, save for Xigbar's horrified gurgling as he started eating Roxas' cat food. And ten minutes later, when someone revived him. And five minutes after that.

"Excuse me, but can I have some Parmesan and some more Ragu?" asked Luxord, showing eyes that were easily part of a poker face that he had been concocting.

Namine made no move to threaten Luxord with pepper-flakes for the cheese, or eternal hell for Ragu. She just sprinkled a bit of the cheese on the Gambler's pasta, and evenly spread warm Ragu Tomato Sauce on his edibles. "There you go." She said with a smile that screamed ,'I didn't do anything bad at all. Nothing can be pinned on me… ever.'

Then Saix gave an eerie smile that said in response, 'She will kill me.'

Every person decided to scoot their chairs a few more inches away from Number Seven.

Back In Roxas' Bedroom…

Yeah, We'll do that one. Soon enough, Vexen will try to cure us. We just have to use this when it fails miserably.

Yeah, but I don't think Vexen'll have enough for both of us. You can prank them. Are you sure you can follow the cat instinct? You might have to eat the food. *shiver*

Yeah, for the sake of Sheelby A. Moron… and you of course, I'll eat that douche in a can. Hey man, We've got things to do tomorrow. I'm gonna collapse as soon as my body gets on my pillow. G'night.

… In a not gay way, Night to you, too.

And Lexeaus left the room. Roxas used his catlike reflexes and quickly got to his pillow, and, as predicted, the moment he hit the soft, feather-filled sack, he fell unconscious.

In Xemnas' Room…

Xemnas entered her room with heavy eyelids. Today had been long for her. She had to deal with Namine, Saix, and Xigbar all complaining about something or other. But now, the day was over.

"*sigh* Man… really has been some day. Xigbar lost almost six thousand dollars to a seven year old that was cheating him out of his money, Marluxia was hospitalized because Larxene had broken his ribs and nose. Demyx was… Demyx. Time to sleep, though." She let out a loud, long, almost infectious yawn that seemed to resonate throughout the castle, as others lied down to rest as well.

Other than the song of tired souls, one Demyx, who went missing from the castle for several hours that day, sang.

Demyx lied on his bed, his sitar in his hands. "Maria! I met a girl named Maria! And now I see, She's not the bitch I'd thought she'd be! Maria!"

Hope you enjoyed the chapter everyone! It took me a bit me time than the others, and it's a bit shorter, but that's why I make these so funny. For you. Hey guys, I NEED you to Review, as that's how I keep writing. It is my literal MOTIVATION to keep making this story. If you got the Movie reference for this chapter, PM me what you think it might be. If you haven't gotten it yet, here's a hint: Grumpier Old Men. If you get the reference right, I'll give you a Radically Forbidden Shout-Out in the next chapter, where I will introduce Demyx's new friend, Maria. Remember to Read and Review, and I'll see you all in the next chapter.

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