Hello, folks: I've been writing for a while, and I decided I wanted to write a few short stories about life in the Organization (through my perspective!). 1: Mayhem I went into the kitchen. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and the only people up were Axel, Larxene (who was painting her nails canary-yellow), and Roxas. "Good MORNING." Axel said to me, giving me a lopsided smile. I smiled back shyly. I still hadn't gotten used to being in this place. Sitting down inbetween Larxene, who smelled like nail polish, and Roxas, I stared off into space. Axel abruptly put his feet up on the table and threw his head back. "I'm BORED. Who else is bored?" Larxene gave him a funny look. "You can go clean up the basement..." Axel's expression changed. "Nope, sorry I mentioned that." I grinned slightly. After a few minutes of silence, Zexion walked in, combing his long bang over his left eye. "Morning," he grumbled, and sat down. "Don't you have anything else better to do?" Axel asked, montioning to his comb. Zexion glared and kept combing his hair. Other than Axel giggling his foot, Larxene carefully dipping her brush back into the bottle, and Zexion's comb whisking through his hair, it utterly dull. After ten minutes, the rest of the Organization filed in. Axel moved positions. Roxas sat across from me and Axel sat beside me. "Just wait till the food piles in." he whispered to me. I looked at him curiously, following his green eyes to where Saix was sitting. "What?" he asked. "Nothing - you just look, different today." I noticed Saix's expression. It looked utterly savage. The food started piling in. I ate in silence, but I was interrupted by Axel's giggling. He nudged me in the ribs. "Hand me some of your eggs." he whispered. I did. He took them in his hand, and positioned them for a flick. "Watch," flicking the eggs, it hit Saix on the cheek. Quickly he put his eyes down, but I could see him smirking. "Who did that?" Saix asked. "Not me," Axel coughed, grinning. Saix frowned again, but kept eating. I tried to keep a straight face. When Xemnas got up for something, Roxas pushed his glass of water over to his plate. Carefully, he opened up a packet of salt and sprinkled it in. Before Xemnas returned, he squirted some pancake syrup in it until it was dark brown - like coffee. Axel was trying to hide his expression, as well as me and Roxas. "Here, Xemnas," Roxas gave him the cup, looking innocent. "What is this?" "Coffee," Xemnas looked suspicious, but he sat down. Axel was waiting patiently for the moment when he would drink the salt-and-pancake-syrup drink that looked nasty to me. We waited. Xemnas was still eyeing the drink. He tapped it. It barely moved. "This doesn't look like coffee." "It IS. We just put a lot of cream in it, you know, since you love cream." "At least he hasn't died yet from eating it." I giggled softly. I saw Larxene watching me as their leader took a drink. "You guys, that wasn't funny." he said after putting down the drink. Me and Axel and Roxas were laughing. Demyx had distracted him by throwing his fork high into the air. It had landed on Larxene's yellow nail-polish bottle, making it fall on to her lap. She had attacked Demyx and tried to pull out his hair, and while Xemnas was trying to calm her down, he'd split the syrupy drink all over his coat. Now, he was covered in salty-brown, sticky liquid.
