Uhh… I don't really know what to say about this one. I was planning a funny short story, but this sorta erupted instead.

"What the hell?" Saïx passed one of the bedroom doors. On it was a cardboard sign with 'the Royal Organizations Strongest Guard,' written in neat letters. "What the crap is the Royal Organization Strongest Guard?" She heard a few mumbles from the other side of the door. She ran to the kitchen, got a drinking glass, and got back to the door. She stuck the glass and her ear up to the door.

"Alright," said a young girls voice, "So, do we all understand why I assembled us all here today?" There was a long pause. "Yes, Luxord?"

A boy began talking. "Is it because you were bored and you dragged me away from my sleep?"

"No!" Saïx heard a whack and knew Xion had just hit Luxord. "We are here because we're the youngest out of anyone in the castle! Everyone out there thinks that we're the weakest links, but I think that together, we're the best team the Organization has!"

There was a stretch of silence over the next few moments, then Xions voice broke out.

"Alright then! Now that that's done, time for roll call." She cleared her throat. " ZEXION!" Saïx could hear something fall onto the floor. Zexion probably dropped his book in surprise.

"I'm right here, Xion. And don't scream so loud, you might damage everyone's ears."

"Whatever, Zexion. Now, XION!" She waited a moment. "Oh, here. LUX-"

"I'm here, alright! Shut up!"

"Okay then, ROSG, roll out!" Saïx walked away from the door just as it came slamming open and hit the wall. Xion marched down the hall, followed by the walking Zexion and Luxord. The boys followed her to Xemnas, who was asleep on the couch. "Zexion, lemme see that book real quick."

Zexion's face perked up a bit. "Finally interested in reading?" He handed her the book, instructing her to hold the ends of the pages up and the spine down. She humored him, grasping it in the manner in which he spoke. She re-gripped her fingers on it, and hit it across Xemnas' head.

Xemnas fell off the screamed and fell off the sofa. "What the hell was that?!" She looked around, finally seeing the trio. "Xion," she pinched the bridge of her nose and squinted at the younger girl, "what do you want?"

Xion gave the book another swing, landing it Number Ones noggin once again. "Me, Luxord, and Zexion want a mission. The biggest, most important one you have. One that needs ninja skills to complete. One that only you've ever been able to do."

"Ugh… Why, Xion?"

"So we can show everyone that even though we're the youngest members, we're the most valuable team here."

Xemnas sighed, dug around in her pocket, and gave Xion a small slip of wrinkled paper. Xion looked it over for a second and turned it over a few times.

"Xemnas, there's something wrong with this. It's just a bill from someone named Freeman."

"That," the leader explained, "is a receipt for Freemans Dry-Cleaning. It's located in Twilight Town, just north of the Sandlot. Go there and get all the Organizations XIIIs coats, pants, and all the dresses that belong to Namine."

"How is this important?"

"I'm sure you can figure it out on your own."

Xion pouted at Xemnas. She opened and stomped through a Corridor of Darkness, keeping the two boys in tow. They were in the Sandlot.

She looked around for minute, noting the buildings and making sure she was in the right world. "Uh… Zexion, which way is north?" the boy pointed the way, not taking his eyes off his book. "Alright! Come on, ROSG!"

She began walking, but looked back to see the boys both sitting there.

"What're you guys doing?"

Luxord spoke up. "This was your idea. You're the one who has to do the dry-cleaning."

"I don't really want to put my books in the danger of being in a Dry-Cleaners. The air inside those places is awful for books."

Xion sighed. "Fine, you two stay here." She started the trek up the slowly steepening hill.

Stupid Luxord. Stupid Zexion. I give them a chance to be the coolest people in the world, and they don't take it! Those jerks… I just won't give them any credit when we get to the castle.

She made her way up, eventually stopping at the hanging, rotten wood-made "Freemans," sign. She opened the door and was greeted with the smell of heavy starch. There was a small ringing of a bell as the door closed and Number Fourteen walked up the counter.

"Yeah," said a female voice. "I'll be right with you, hold on a second!" there was a bit of rustling behind the business desk, most likely the plastic covers hitting each other. A brunette haired girl wearing an orange tank top made her way to the counter. She searched the room at eye-level before Xion said anything.

"'Scuse me! Down here!"

The girl looked down at Xion and an embarrassed smile came over her. "Oops, sorry about that. We don't get too many kids coming in here and asking for dry-cleaning. So, are you here to pick up or drop off?" Xion shrugged and took out the receipt. She laid it on the counter and the girl took it. "Oh, you're in for THAT order." She ripped the receipt in half and threw it in the rubbish bin on her side of the counter.

She looked behind her and yelled, "Dad, is the big order ready yet?" A few seconds later, her response came in.

"Yeah," said a gruff, male voice. "The pants, coats and dresses?"

"Uh-huh!"

"I'll bring 'em up there!"

The girl, Olette the man had called her, gave Xion a look. It was one of those 'wait a second… what," looks.

"So, why did you come here all alone, Shorty?"

Xion sighed and looked away. "I came here with my friends, but they ditched me."

The counter girl smiled. "Ah well. Looks like we're in the same boat. My friends were supposed to help out here today, but they ditched too." A giant pile of plastic covered clothes was laid on the counter. "Thanks Dad." She looked at the monstrous stack. "You need a bit of help?"

Xions face turned stern. "No. I can do this." She picked up the pile, carrying it over her head. Olette chuckled and opened the door. "Th-thanks," Xion said, trying to stabilize the weight. She stumbled through the door.

"Please come again," shouted the girl, shutting the door.

Xion looked back. "Yeah. See ya the- whoa!" she stumbled and the pile began toppling down the hill, Xion going with it. She and the clothes rolled down the hill. She picked herself up and looked at the clothes. "Dammit! Screw the clothes!" She opened a Corridor and began throwing the apparel in.

When everything was in she heard a voice. "So you done yet, Xion?" It was Luxord. He and Zexion were both sat down, playing a hand of poker. Xion stomped over to them, grabbed them by their hoods, dragged them back to the portal, and threw the boys in. She summoned another portal, stepped through, and sighed.

"So," said a female voice, "where's the laundry?"

"Sorry, Xemnas. Guess the mission just wasn't right for us." Xemnas sighed.

"Are the clothes in this dimension?" Xion nodded no.

"So why did you say that getting the laundry was important?"

The Next Day…

Besides Roxas, Lexeaus and Xaldin, everyone was dressed a bit strangely. Xemnas was in a Referees uniform, Xigbar wore a snow suit, and Vexen had on a Princess Peach dress. Zexion wore a tuxedo while Saïx and Axel wore Japanese school uniforms. Demyx was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks, Luxord had on a white long sleeve button-up and a black vest and black dress shorts, and Marluxia wore a sunflower costume. Larxene was wearing a Goku cosplay training suit, and Xion had on her wolf pup costume.

Xemnas walked over to Xion. "You wanted to know why getting the dry-cleaning was important, right? It's because when we don't have clean clothes, this is all we have as back up."