Organization 101

Thanks for the great reviews last chappie! Really keeps the flow going! This chapter has a lot to process and things are moving along quickly.

AN: School started. WHY? Why is Texas the only state that starts so damn early? Why can't we start after Labor Day like normal states? Or am I not alone in this?

Warning: Annoying Yuffie (Personally, do I like her? Yes and No, but for this story I wanted to make her annoying just cuz...it fits the plot... . ) Sex deprivation and evil!Xemnas and angry!Roxas. And whiny!Axel.

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Roxas's POV

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So Xemnas has been giving me more missions than ever. More visits to Hollow Bastion. For more pointless shit, he tells me he wants me to be his little spy, said nobody would suspect me because I just a kid. I got a little ticked off, I don't like it when people call me kid, but especially the way he said it--

Not that I had a choice. Kinda sucks having to go alone and dress like a normal person, I had grown fond of the black gloves and cloak, even the boots that were a pain in the ass to clean and lace up. Now I was forced to endure some outfit that looked like I had a bad run at Hot Topic.

So where was I? Right--Hollow Bastion. I'm minding my own business, slurping on a Sea-Salt Ice Cream (thank god this crappy world had my favorite ice cream or I would've sent Xemnas a bomb for his upcoming birthday) when this black-haired girl runs into me, causing us both to tumble back and fall on our asses.

"I'm so sorry!" the girl gushes, standing up and extending her hand towards me. She was short and slender, with black shorts and a black shirt, and a black bandana around her head. Her favorite had to be black. So was mine. How ironic.

Despite the fact we have the similar favorite colors, it didn't stop me from glaring at her, groaning as I got up, not expecting to be in PAIN for running into a GIRL.

She huffed. "Don't have to be rude. I was offering you a hand."

"AFTER you knocked me down?" I asked sarcastically, dusting my clothes off. "Watch where you're fucking going!"

She eyes me closely, and I grow uncomfortable at how closely she is staring. Did I grow a monster on my head or something?

"WHAT?" I say, pissed now.

She winced. "I'm sorry! You just...looked familiar!"

I stare. She stares back.

Then she smiles cheerfully and extends her hand once more towards me, "Hiya! I'm Yuffie!"

And that is how this mission of doom began.

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After two hours, I wanted to KILL her, more so than I wanted to kill Axel. At least Axel was useful. This girl however, was not. She continues to babble about stupid crap, and I don't bother to pay attention.

"Are you sure we haven't met?" she asked for the millionth time.

I was pretty certain I would know if I met an annoyance like her. "No."

"Ah well, my memory has been acting up lately," she said, a thoughtful look on her face, then her face lit up. "C'mon, I want you to meet my friends!"

I considered asking her, "You have FRIENDS?" but held back and followed her out of pure boredom; it sure did beat staring at walls, not a whole lot to do in this town. It reminded me too much of the World That Never Was, but at least we had some form of entertainment, even if it meant fighting each other for bets.

Had I known where she was leading me to, or if I had the ability to see the future, I would've never agreed to follow her, but as it was, I was bored. And if I returned to the World That Never Was, Xemnas would know I didn't follow his directions and I didn't feel like getting on the man's bad side.

She took me to this house on the corner of the street, and gripped my wrist, chatting about some man named 'Merlin'.

She opened the door and ushered me inside, bellowing, "I'm HOME!"

I cringed. And I noticed the man in front of us, his back towards us as he sat on the chair by the computer, typing frequently. He ignored her, no surprise. But the tall man in tight-ass leather pants noticed her arrival and turned, his arms crossed angrily. Man, he was...was it possible to wear pants that tight?

He looked deadly. With his long brown hair, a scar on his forehead, he fixed her an annoyed look. I liked this man already.

"Picked up another street rat, Yuffie?" he sighed, glancing at me.

I fixed him my infamous glare of doom. "Hey! At least I don't have a big ugly scar on my forehead!"

"You have a lot of guts, kid, talking to me like that," the man growled, stepping forward.

I laughed, if this man was looking to get his ass kicked, I would be happy to assist him. Yuffie cried out something frantically, stepping between us.

"NO! He's a new friend! He's just a kid, Leon!" she said, her voice shrill, her hands on her hips. "Pick on somebody your own size."

"Alright," he said, waving her off, "Just keep him out of the way, we're working on something important."

Yuffie beamed. "Can I see?"

He didn't even look at her. "No."

I laughed inwardly. She pouted at me. " Leon is a big ass, so don't be offended that he didn't warm up to you. He doesn't really get along with anybody. Just a big oversized ass."

Mmm. Sounded like Axel, nothing this guy obviously had no sense of humor.

"If you're going to insult me, do it out of earshot," Leon barked at her.

Yuffie sighed heavily. "C'mon. Squall just needs to get laid, any suggestions?"

"IT'S LEON!" he screamed as we left the house.

And as soon as we departed out the house, a familiar brunette was walking up the stairs. I recognized her as the girl that Axel had been staring at the last time I was here. She was pretty. Long flowing brown hair and vivid green eyes, very enthralling. She wore a pink dress topped with a pink jean jacket. Alright, her favorite color was obviously pink, and then I noticed the pink tie in her hair. I hate pink.

"Hey Yuffie," she said softly, "Got a new friend?"

Then she looked at me and smiled. I smiled weakly back. There was something about her...that...was...

"Close your mouth, Roxas," Yuffie muttered to me. I glared at her and collected my bearings.

"Roxas," I said, introducing myself since Yuffie wasn't going to.

She smiled, and for some odd reason, I could easily picture myself talking to her. I could immediately tell she was a pure heart, and pure hearts didn't become Heartless. She just glowed power.

"Aerith," she said to me, then her face turned serious, "Have either of you two seen Cloud?"

Yuffie shook her head. "No. He said something about Sephiroth." Aerith noticeably turned sad at this news.

"Cloud--?" I asked in confusion.

Aerith turned back to me, her features apologetic. "Sorry. Blonde spiky hair, wears nothing but black? Carries a buster sword? Have you seen anybody who might fit that description?"

I did, but I didn't want to fully explain how this we *ran* into each other. I had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate it.

"Nah, can't say that I have either, sorry," I said, feeling a twinge of...guilt? Not possible without a heart to feel, I reminded myself.

"Well, if you do see him, please tell him I'm looking for him," she said softly, turning away to walk in the opposite direction.

Yuffie sighed heavily beside me. "So sad. She has been looking for Cloud since...forever it seems. And the last time she found him, he just slipped away."

I honestly couldn't care less. But I figured a sad Yuffie was better than an annoying one.

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After successfully managing to escape from Yuffie, I decided to take some time off and go to the local ice cream shop, paying my favorite ice cream--Sea-Salt Ice Cream and relaxing. Too much work and no play. I think being able NOT to kill Yuffie deserves some reward.

A yellow pair of bead-like eyes caught my attention, and I thought nothing of it, mistaking it for a Heartless. Not really a problem, probably the weakest thing you could kill. I continued to suckle on the ice cream, not realizing the hidden creature coming closer.

Until I realized that it wasn't a Heartless after all--

But by then--it was too late.

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Axel's POV

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I tried not to act concerned when Roxas didn't return from his little mission Xemnas sent him on a few days ago. He should've been back yesterday, not that I was counting or anything. But the kid was usually good about punctuality. I distracted my worry by playing cards with Demyx, who apparently wasn't the only depressed one in the Organization. During his latest mission, his beloved guitar had badly severed and was now being repaired, much to his dismay. I used to hate that foul guitar, but now I realized it kept Demyx sane and without it--he was impossible to be around.

Demyx clenched the cards in his hands, his eyes puffy and red. He couldn't sit still, nor could you get a word out of him.

"Demyx--"

"WHAT!" he snapped, burying his hands in his hair, pulling. "How long does it take to fix it! What if it’s not repairable? What if I never see it again--?"

"CALM THE FUCK DOWN," I shouted, drawing the attention of nearby Zexion and Marluxia who were indulging some weird game that I really didn't not to know the details of. I sneered at them, waving cheerfully. Zexion simply shot me a dirty look and tugged on Marluxia's sleeve, pulling him back onto the game.

Demyx looked as if he were having some mental breakdown. Larxene was a few chairs away from us, giggling. I smirked and walked over for her drink and proceeded to pour it on Demyx.

"Hey!" she bellowed, standing up, hands on hips.

"Don't sass me!" I said, unable to keep my laughter down as Demyx shrieked from the unexpected shower.

"That was my vodka and orange juice!" she continued to rant, glaring up at me, snarling.

Demyx licked the corner of his mouth. "No wonder it tastes so good--"

I closed my eyes, a millisecond from losing my own mind.

When a familiar blonde walked in, no, he didn't walk--he limped, a look of grimace on his features. I debated if I should run over and ask the kid what was wrong, but that would seem far too desperate and I wasn't desperate...

"I'll be right back, buddy," I said swiftly to the wet Demyx, who was still licking the remains of the drink off his hands and face.

Larxene growled at my retreating back, vowing to murder me in my sleep. I responded back with my usual witty reply--"Bite me, bitch."

Making my presence unannounced I throw the door open to Number XIII's room with a bang, startling the blonde who was sited on his bed, playing with his bandages. I quickly grew enraged. Why? Because...nobody fucks with my Roxas...wait...MY? Where the fuck did that come from?

Ahem. I stared, and he glared. I tentatively walked closer to him, examining the damage.

"Ran into a deraged chocobo or something, kid?" I cackled.

The corners of his mouth twitch. He looked down at his injured arm. I immediately regretted saying that sarcastic comment; obviously he wasn't in the mood for jokes. Some things just weren't funny.

"No," he mumbled, "Just a deraged pyro."

I didn't know if I should be offended or not. I gave him a questioning look, hoping he would supply me more information. He didn't and I shot him a dirty look. Fine by me if he didn't want my help in killing the bastard who hurt him. If Roxas was willing to be a wimp about it and let the fugitive go without consequences...

"So, other than that, good trip?" I asked with mock-cheerfulness.

He smirked. "Unless you count eating 76 Sea-Salt Ice Cream good and throwing up afterwards..."

I sputtered. "You did what? Is that humanly possibly? Why didn't you explode from Ice Cream Overdose? Or ooze blue or something?"

He smacked me on the head. "I was joking you dimwit. Now I would like to take a shower and change--"

"Can I watch?" I eagerly asked. "Or better--join?"

He slapped me on the arm this time, kicking at my legs, pushing me back from the bed. "Just leave, you perverted pyro."

"Alright, alright," I said hastily, "No need to be bitchy about it."

Roxas had more mood swings than a damn girl for crying out loud.

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Roxas's POV

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I hate being an invalid. And it doesn't help the rest of the group who getting a good laugh at it.

"Awww...is the itty bitty Roxy hurt? Does the baby need his mommy to kiss the pain away?"Larxene ridiculed whenever she saw me limping.

"No, but I really need to stick you with one of my--"

Xigbar purposely pushed me against the wall as he walked passed me, snickering along with Larxene as I collapsed on the side of the wall. I hissed in pain, sliding down onto the ground and glared at the pair of them.

"Pathetic," Xigbar muttered darkly under his breath as he walked off, leaving me there in the lonely alley.

Larxene hummed in agreement and rushed off to catch up with the older Nobody, looking behind her to glance at me and snicker.

I heard the familiar sound of heavy boots on the ground coming closer as I collected my bearings. I didn't even bother to look up.

"Fuck off," I said dully; thinking it was Axel for some unexplainable reason.

"Is that any way to speak to your Superior?" asked the silkily voice of Xemnas, who was staring down at me with an unreadable expression, that mysterious glint in his eye which never failed to scare the living daylights out of me.

I paled, and began to stutter an apology. But he put a hand up, signaling me to cease. I stopped talking and was surprised when he helped pull me up into an upright position. I couldn't find the guts to look at the man in the eye, for many reasons. He was the one who told me I was the one he most depended on and saw me as potential protégé and I couldn't even accomplish a simple mission...

I felt ashamed and pathetic and I'm sure he knew that. He startled me by putting a hand on my shoulder, as if in comfort. I glanced up, wondering what he would say. Could he possibly kick me out of the Organization? Because honestly, there was nothing else for me but the Organization, nothing but misery and darkness and a huge vase of nothingness.

"I'm sorry, please don't kick me out--" I said hurriedly, unable to contain the words from leaving my mouth.

He smiled. "Kick you out? That wasn't apart of my plan. No, I just wanted to congratulate you."

I looked at the silver-haired man in shock. "Congratulate?"

He nodded, releasing his hold on me and giving me an expressionless look. "I was the one who sent the beast on you. To test you. And I can see you come out of it alright."

I wouldn't exactly call a hurt leg and arm, 'alright', but he seemed to think so. If anything, he looked...proud? He nodded at me, and I didn't like the feeling that crept into my stomach and felt the back of my neck prickle.

Mmm, Axel was right; a happy, satisfied Xemnas was a very...creepy Xemnas. I preferred the brooding, angry, demanding Xemnas.

I couldn't help but growl at my ' Superior'. He was the one who sent that bloodsucking beast on me? The beast that nearly killed me? BASTARD.

"You! You..." I had to bite my tongue from calling him a bastard.

He encouraged my insults with a raise of a brow. But he knew I didn't have the guts to, I settled for glaring at him instead.

"I hope you're not too angry," he said airily, as if what I just heard was no big deal and just a trivial matter.

"Are you fucking joking me? Should I be thanking you for nearly killing me with a bloody thirsty animal on a bended knee or something?" I snapped, wanting to whack him with one of my keyblades...and wondered why my keyblades weren't summoning into my hands like they normally did when I grew angry. I was positive I was pretty livid at this point.

This realization only seemed to make his sickly grin grow impossibly wider. And I suddenly felt vulnerable and weak, a feeling I did not like all that well. It didn't help that the throbbing pain in my right leg was making me light-headed.

"Erm--" I began to say before the ground rushed to me in a blink of an eye.

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I wearily opened my eyes to the bright light, the familiar white castle walls surrounding me. Which struck me as odd, my room was usually dark and hollow, not like the rest of the castle.

I immediately noticed my lack of clothing, only in my boxers and shivered against the coldness. I moaned against the pain in my arm as I sat up, taking in my surroundings. From what I could tell, I was in a white room on a queen size bed that was extremely comfortable and soft. Nothing else was in the room. I sat up fully and searched for the remainder of my clothing, frowning when all I could see was white. Even the fucking sheets were white...white...white...where was the fucking black?

Where the fuck was I? I scratched my head and taking the first movements to move out of the bed when the bedroom door opened to my right, a familiar figure walking in much to my distaste.

"Ah, you're awake," Xemnas greeted me, as if me in the middle of his bed in nothing but boxers wasn't out of the ordinary.

"What sick game are you playing at?" I shouted, clenching my fists. "Do you mind? I would at least like to wear clothes as I kick your ass."

I was beyond respectfulness and kindness at this point. For months I've put up with this man and his antics, and he had broken the final straw and I was pissed--

He paid no mind to my words as he walked around to the corner of the room, and as if by magic, a familiar black cloak appeared in his hands. He threw it at me and I easily caught it, slipping it on.

"Don't even bother," he said, as I tried to call my keyblades into my hands. "Your loyalty is completely hundred percent to me. Even your own weapons can't fight against me. No member has that right. Ever wonder why I never dealt with rebellious manner before? It's simply impossible."

I seethed as he paced around me, as if this little speech was getting him off his jollies or something. I beared his little power-angry speech and crossed my arms angrily, wondering when he would shut the fuck up or if I would have to run up to him and straggle him to death...

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Axel's POV

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A flash of blonde hair brushed past me in the hallway. Ah, the favorite loveable blonde. I winced when I heard him slam his door shut. I winced, wondering what had gotten the kid's pants in a knot now. I knocked once and entered, and heard the familiar, "Fuck off." response the boy usually gave me.

"Not today, kid, my life long mission is to torture you with my presence," I said cheerfully, bouncing into his bed, taking note of his weary appearance. "Zexion didn't corner you with some sort of deal, did he? I'm thinking he's starting some underground black market--"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP FOR TWO SECONDS!" Roxas bellowed.

I quickly did, giving the kid a concerned look. He looked oddly flushed and pale. I counted to ten, waiting for him to tell me to leave. And I decided I would and stop torturing the kid with my presence.

I felt a pair of arms surround my waist and I looked down in shock, unable to process the fact that the kid was HUGGING me. WILLINGLY. I felt something deep inside me flutter and I immediately returned the fierce embrace, unable to help myself and petting his spiky blonde hair, finding it soft to the touch and wondered how in the world his hair stayed up like that--

GAH. I'm becoming such a sap. Shoot me.

"Does this mean you're not mad at me?" I asked hopefully.

He pulled away, giving me a puzzled look. "Mad?"

"Nevermind," I said quickly, pulling him back into an embrace.

"You're weird," he commented, fixing me a concerned look. "Did I hit you too hard the other day?"

"Har Har," I said. "I'm higher ranking here, so watch your tongue and RESPECT, kid. Got it memorized? R-E-S-P-E-C-T."

"Find out what it means to me!" he said in a sing-song voice.

I was puzzled, why was he singing? He kept on laughing, then shut up when he finally noticed I didn't get it.

"I think somebody forgot their medicine..." I mumbled under my breath. "Dork."

"Dork?" he said, "You're the only dork I know that wears polka dot boxers--"

I put a hand on his mouth, glaring. "If you breathe ONE word to ANYONE...your keyblades are MINE."

He giggled around my hand, and I gave him a disgusted look, the salvia now on my hand. "Eeee...Roxy cooties."

"Roxy cooties, eh?" he asked playfully, reaching for my belt, "So I guess this means no fun today?"

I glared. "Nevermind what I said...What are you suggesting?"

He smirked, pulling me closer, so I was completely on top of him, his lithe body wriggling underneath me, turning me on quickly...mmm...

He crushed our lips tightly together, his tongue plunging eagerly into my mouth, pulling back and capturing my lower lip between his teeth and tugging and biting...

I moaned wantonly.

After a few moments of heavily making out, I was getting anxious. I'm not a fond believer of foreplay, nor do I like to rush things. But I hinted enough times, pulling at his shirt, pulling at the buttons of his pants, but every time I reached for any article of clothing, he would bat my hands around and distract me into another kiss.

I whined. "Quit being such a tease." I reached for his belt buckle--he snapped my hand away.

"Urgh, stop acting like a baby," he snapped back, tugging my hair.

"But--"

"Either shut up or leave," he said firmly, pulling back to give me a serious look.

I can't believe the kid was even CONSIDERING leaving me in this kind of state. Didn't he realize how people DIED from sex deprivation? And wait a moment, since when did he CONTROL things? I was the elder; we did things my way--

But looking into his angry sapphire eyes, I decided now was not the best time to argue.

"Fine, if you're not willing--I'm not even going to bother," I finally managed to muster, scooting away from him and putting distance between us, staring up at the wall.

Roxas shrugged and turned to his side, moving a bit to get comfortable. How could he sleep in a time like this? I was DYING.

1...2...3...

"Roxy...PLEASE..." I broke, throwing my arm around his form, bringing him tightly against me, my face in the crook of his neck and weakly squeaked, "I'll die."

He snorted. "You'll die? I'm pretty sure a Nobody has yet to die from lack of sex."

"YET."

"Okay, never, it's not possible to die from lack of sex," he restated firmly.

I groaned in frustration. "How would you know? You've never had to LIVE without IT because you've never had IT."

"My arm hurts," he complained.

"My dick hurts worse," came my usual witty reply.

He ignored me; I glared at the back of his head. He continued to ignore me as if I wasn't sending him a look of impending doom and death through the back of his skull.

"I hope you feel guilty when you wake up and I'm DEAD," I said with an air of finality. I hurriedly left his bedroom and went towards the showers. I needed an ice cold shower. With lots of ice and water...and ice and water...

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AN: Poor Axel... . Next chappie I suspect there will have some more Axel/Roxas...and just general Organization craziness. Smut. And an Organization Meeting...this will be interesting. Oh yeah--Axel has a bonfire.