This one… This, in my opinion, might be one of the weirder, more subtly peaceful chapters I've written for this story. I have to thank my friend, DreamMuffin, for helping me out with this one.

The blonde cat of the Organization, Roxas, otherwise known as Number Thirteen, clawed at the weaved pattern of steel bars on his crate. The clinking sound that resonated from him doing so attracted no sympathy from the three on-lookers.

Axel, the red-haired watcher, stood with an annoyed look on his face. He cringed as the bars continued to rattle. "You know, maybe we should just put him in a cardboard box and leave him outside a fire-house."

Saïx sighed heavily. "We're not Safe-Dropping Roxas. He is, unfortunately, a necessary member of the Organization."

"I know. I know. I'm just saying, until we need him, we could let the guys at the fire house take care of him. That way, the fire guys can get a pet that they've always craved, and Roxas can annoy the hell out of someone else."

"We're not doing that, Axel. Though…" She paused to give the cat an evil glare. Roxas immediately silenced. "Though, you are correct. No single one of can put up with that sound."

The third of the observers let out a cough, grabbing the attention of Saïx and Axel. Shat stood up from her position on the couch and slowly walked towards the cage.

"We could always just pay it forward. Everyone takes the cat for a day. The cycle would start with Xemnas and end with Xion. Thirteen days."

"What about Namine? With her, wouldn't it fourteen days?"

"I," said Xigbar, stepping into the room, "wouldn't advise letting her near Roxas. She's a little bonkers."

Saïx sighed and looked at the eye-patched man. "How crazy is she? If it's not too bad, she can have him, as long as I can get one more day of peace." In reply, Xigbar contorted his face to look as if he'd just smelled something awful. "I see. So then," she picked up the crate, "I'll go take this to Xemnas."

Day 1- Xemnas

As she woke up on the fine, Tuesday morning, Xemnas yawned silently and looked at her dresser. There was her journal, in which she had written in every day, as long as she could remember.

She rolled herself out of bed and opened her black curtains. It was still dark out, though signs of the suns presence would soon peak over the building metropolis that was the World That Never Was. She took the stool that she sat on every morning, grabbed the journal, and gently popped the cork on her vial of ink. She dripped a small amount into her G-pen and began.

Entry Number 4457-

As this morning has begun, it is to you, my loyal and all forgiving journal, that I must express my gratefulness for both the calming last moments of night that I awake to, and for the gentle light that slowly chips it away, like a sea eroding a shore.

Along with this gratuity, however, I feel a slight chill in the air, as if a spirit is taunting me whilst in the afterlife, or perhaps, is warning me of a great evil that shall befall me in the near future. So far, I have yet to create a plan of action to follow on the Tuesday, though, I feel like I have been given one already.

She stopped writing for a moment, and sneezed lightly. She, without looking from the journal, reached over to grab one of the tissues that she kept on her night stand. Instead of pulling a slice of thin paper, however, she was rewarded with the neck scruff of a blonde cat.

Xemnas did not notice this, however, and gently rubbed her nose with the cat, and then slowly set it into her trashcan. After a few moments, a small growling could be heard. Xemnas ducked her head back over the can, looked at the tom-kitten for the most brief of instances, then went back to the journal.

My loyal companion, quite a strange phenomenon has just occurred. I ceased my writing for but a bat of the eye so that I could properly sneeze, but someone seems replaced my usual box of tissues with Roxas, Number XIII. Why someone would be motivated to do such a thing is beyond my comprehension. This concludes Journal Entry 4457.

She reached for another tissue, this time remembering to look, and folded it neatly on her table. She popped the vial open once more and let several drops splash onto the thin paper. She took Roxas by the scruff of his neck out of the can, dipped the pads of his front paw into the spilt ink, and gently pushed it onto the journal page, leaving a small pawprint. She added a note just beneath it.

Notarized by Number XIII.

She closed the journal, wiped the paw from Roxas' paw, and set him on the ground.

"What are you doing in my quarters, Rox-a-a-achoo!" She pulled out another one of her Kleenexes, but before wiping, noticed the small writing.

Superior, Roxas has mentally been transformed into a dog. He's yours for the day. Have fun.

Xemnas looked once again at Roxas, then back at the note, and finally sighed. She pulled over the waste basket and set Roxas in it. She made her way downstairs with the can, into the kitchen, and dug into the pantry. She pulled out a bag of Chex Mix.

The Superior unclipped the top and poured the remains of the contents into the basket. She reached in the bottom of the pantry and pulled out a water bottle. Without opening it, she laid it next to the cat.

And in the kitchen was where Xemnas let the waste basket stay for the entire day. Roxas would eventually wake up, eat the Chex Mix, and find some way to successfully get the water out of its plastic prison.

By the next morning, the bin would no longer be there. Nor would the cat.

Well, I guess that wraps up this chapter. I would have put another day in this, but I plan on doing 2 more chapters for arch, and I wanted to pace myself.

Also, I'd like to formally announce that my series "Fereint in der Light" has been taken off ice and will be continued. So you can expect a chapter or two of that before summer ends.

Thanks, everyone. And remember to keep reading, reviewing, and just keep being radical.

RFPR