Chapter 1 - A Glass Half-In-Between

Larxene sat in her room, feeling empty and dissatisfied.

Well, she felt empty every day, given that she didn't have a heart; her capacity for feeling emotion was rather hampered by this fact, as nothingness had a habit of presiding over emotion. Dissatisfaction was a feeling that was strong enough to be felt through the void that preoccupied all Nobodies, as it would seem.

Considering her situation, it wasn't hard not to feel dissatisfied; there was absolutely nothing to do in an oversized castle filled with boring men, led by one that was half-insane and absolutely incapable of following through on any plan he had created -- Xemnas' last plan had them spending several unfruitful months chasing down a "Blue Fairy" with the hopes that she might give them hearts, with no such luck.

Recently, she had been a little bit hopeful that there might be a break in the monotony when Xemnas had come back with two new Nobodies one day, after messing around in Twilight Town -- Roxas, one of them was called, and the other one named Namine, a girl. It was a curious fact that Roxas seemed to possess a Keyblade, and it made Xemnas positively giddy upon its discovery. Not much time had passed before he was already plotting new conquests in heart-attainment, though it was anybody's guess what the hell he would use the weapon for in the first place, given his intentions. Namine, however, appeared to be relatively powerless (other than looking sad enough to make even Saix frown a little more than usual), so she was kept separate from the rest of the Organization, without even an X to her name. Roxas was given the thirteenth positition of the staff, finally making the otherwise vaguely-stupid name have purpose -- it was rather silly to have their group be called "Organization XIII" when there had been only twelve members for the past few months, and only six to begin with (most blamed Xigbar, who wanted something that "sounded really cool and kinda menacing" when they were trying to make a name for themselves).

A lot of Xemnas' breakfast-time rants had been about the Keyblade, recently, and anyone could guess from his lengthy soliloquys that he wanted to get another one, come hell or high water. Though there was a general consensus that two Keyblades would be better to have than one (with Roxas showing a little bit of excitement over the prospect of wielding two Blades, like someone out of an action film), Larxene felt that it was somewhat unneccesary. After all, what purpose did the Keyblade serve? To the best of her knowledge, it sealed hearts and purified them; rather useless, considering Nobodies didn't even have hearts. True, they could kill Heartless and leave their hearts intact... but what the hell purpose would that serve, either? The few hearts that they had found whole or made did nothing to satiate their emptiness, so Larxene was rather pessimistic towards the whole business. As far as she was concerned, she didn't have a heart, and wasn't getting one back anytime soon, and she was fine with that.

What she wanted, she thought, sitting in her room that day, was power. She was sick and tired of having to deal with these hare-brained schemes, day after day, with nothing of use coming of it. What was so bad about not having a heart? she thought. The absence of a heart meant an absence of emotion (most of them, anyways), and with that lack of emotion came a lack of conscience. How awesome was that? No guilt for otherwise questionable actions, certainly, along with various other perks. Sure, love was a pretty big plus that came with hearts, but Larxene never really was big on love, anyways. To her exhasperation, it seemed that the melodramatic boobs that were in charge of the only organized group of intelligent Nobodies were wrapped-up and insistant on getting their hearts back so they could feel it. Idiots.

Larxene knew what she would do if she were in charge: she'd just leave everyone the hell alone, that's what she'd do. Maybe group up more Nobodies and make sure they don't go around messing stuff up anymore, since, hey, what was the point? "Lost your heart? Might as well enjoy the fact you didn't die and enjoy the perks," was her perspective.

Yes, Larxene knew she'd keep the Nobodies well-occupied under her power, but her problem lay in how she would get that position in the first place. As the twelfth member of the Organization, she didn't have very much political power amongst the rest of them (Saix's favorable position with Xemnas was an exception that brought with it a great deal of hate amongst the rest of the members, especially with Xigbar). She knew she could certainly best some of the asshats like Luxord or Demyx in a duel, given the chance, but that would do nothing to change her rank. Asking nicely never got anyone anywhere, either, so it was positively out of the question (especially with someone like Xemnas.)

So, there Larxene sat, where she had been sitting for the past few hours, pondering and pondering over how she was going to give Organization XIII a good transformation.

And then, it hit her. She was skeptical at first, but as she thought it over, a grin began to spread on her face; it was a foolproof plan, she was sure of it.

Finding a small notepad, she began to write down the other members of the Organization, starting with Roxas and ending with Xemnas, and tucked it into her pocket, before striding out of her room and finding herself in the Proof of Existance chamber. First on her list was Roxas, which was kind of worrisome... but worth a try nonetheless. Striding into his chamber, she found it empty, and sighed. Where could that annoying little adolescent be?

Thinking a little, she remembered that if Roxas wasn't in his room, he was pigging out in the kitchen, so she saved herself the trouble and opened a portal of darkness, reappearing somewhere near the refrigerator.

Roxas, who was sitting at the table and drawing something, mercifully alone, looked up a bit as she appeared. "Oh, hey, Twelve," he said casually, adding a bit of blue crayon. "What's up?"
"You ever kissed a girl, Roxas?" Larxene asked abruptly, causing Roxas to bring his crayon across the paper with a sudden jolt.

"H-have I ever d-done wh-what?" he stuttered, too surprised to notice his ruined doodle.

"Kissed a girl," Larxene repeated. "You ever done it?"

"N-no," Roxas said nervously, putting the crayon down, where it rolled away.

"You wanna try?" she said, winking and leaning towards him, her hands on the table. Roxas was silent for a short while, his eyes darting from side to side, before he screamed, "EWWW, GROSS!!" and ran away, leaving his badly-drawn picture of a dog (and the beginnings of a cat) on the table.

"Damn," Larxene said, and took out her notebook, scribbling down a note. "Maybe I'll have more luck with Marluxia."

XIII - Roxas: Too young. Probably thinks I have cooties. F.