The Organization's Problems

Chapter Twelve

Hi there everybody that's been waiting! Sorry for the wait, but I've been busy, what with school starting. I'm now in the Eighth Grade, and I'm taking Algebra, so I'm really busy. I haven't been able to do anything on the weekends because of some family business, but I really appreciate you guys for sticking through that small hiatus. Sorry if this chapter is a little short.

Day 5…

… Hello? I've been up here few a few days now… And no one's given me any water for a long time. And I'm a bit parched. Can someone help me down?

Lexeaus was still stuck on the ceiling

*fssssssssssssgh* One of his four legs popped off the ceiling.

Oh damn. His other three paws came undone from the ceiling and he fell onto the couch… somehow, he landed on his feet.

Marluxia walked into the Livingroom and saw the cat.

"Hey, Lexeaus, I see you've come down! How was the weather up there?" But, instead of words coming out of Lexeaus' mouth, out came a hairball... And a few of its compadres.

…Woops. He looked around to see if there were any witnesses besides Marluxia. No one besides the gender bent flourist. … Marluxia did it! He quickly sprinted from the room, Marluxia stomping after him. Running down the hall, chasing the kitty, Marluxia passed the Kitchen That Isn't, and stopped.

She sniffed the air by the door, eventually getting on her hands and knees, and trying to get under the door. Lexeaus joined her in sniffing. After a few minutes, Roxas, Hershal and Demyx all were by the kitchen door, smelling the air.

"What in the name of all that is holy, is that smell!?" Asked Xemnas as she passed the door.

I think it's coming from the Kitchen… Could it be that Namine is making us all a GOOD dinner?

"Don't be an idiot. I smell onion. Namine is afraid of onions." Commented Demyx as he took another whiff. "Hey, I just got an idea!"

"What is it?" Hershal wondered aloud.

"Why don't we open the door and see whoever is making the food?" everyone did a mental facepalm.

Xemnas took the duty upon herself, and slowly creaked open the door. Inside, the door revealed, was a pot of stew, and stirring it was Xigbar. When he saw the group of heads peeking through the door, he quickly reacted.

"What the hell are you bags of ass lookin' in here for?! I'm not the damn TV." Demyx pulled out a bag of popcorn.

"Yeah, but you're more interesting than the TV. This is like watching a pirate cook, only with less peg legs… and more onions." Demyx ran off down the hallway, then came back with a lawnchair. He set it up in the kitchen, and took a seat. Everyone followed his lead, and got their own chairs.

Why didn't you ever tell us that you could cook, Xigbar?! This stuff smells amazing!

Xigbar shrugged. "It just wasn't that important, so I never said anything about it."

"Why are you cooking stew?" asked Xemnas, looking in the pot. She took a silver spoon and took a taste.

"Namine said that if I didn't want her cooking, I was going to have to."

"Dear God," Xemnas said, swallowing. "This is the best thing I've ever tasted, Number Two. I hereby designate you official cook of the Organization. There isn't a pay raise, and you have to buy all the ingredients yourself, and there's no real change in title either."

Xigbar let a sweat drop. "Gee, thanks, your royal doucheness."

"No problem."

After Several more minutes, the entire Organization, excluding Sora and Namine, were in the kitchen, each stealing large spoonfuls of the stew. Meanwhile, Namine was in the Guest Room That Has No Name with Sora. All around the floor were small toy mice. Sora ran around, chasing whichever one Namine set off next.

"Stop this, Namine! Whenever I kill these things, I'll get you next!" She merely giggled and continued launching the mice.

Day Seven: Mission Day…

Xemnas cleared her throat and everyone stood at attention. "Okay, everyone, today, we'll begin the missions. Because of our current… predicament, no more flying solo. From now on we use the Buddy System. Like in Rex-Kwon-Do. Marluxia, you're with and Luxord." She handed them an envelope. "Demyx, you and Saix are on a team. Axel, Lexeaus, and Xigbar, you're a group. Xion, Sora, Moronic Bitchtard, AKA Hershal, Zexion and Xaldin, since you're all either useless or temps at the moment, you'll all be on a team."

"Wait! Why am I a 'Moronic Bitchtard?'" questioned Hershal. Xemnas gave him a death glare that said 'simply because'. Xion ran over to where the brown haired cat lay and picked him up. She started gently petting him, and he began purring softly. Everyone stared for a second, then returned their attention to Xemnas.

"And Larxene, you're on your own. Lord God knows that anyone on your team with slow you down and die painfully." Larxene grinned and nodded his agreement. "Vexen, you'll stay here and continue the work on the cure, and Roxas, Vexen will need a test subject." Roxas gulped heavily as Vexen gave him a smirk.

"Alright everyone, move out!"