Yeah yeah I don't own KH (because I wouldn't be here writing about it, I'd be off pysching out).

This series is about each Organization 13 member in their time at Castle Oblivion (and perhaps outside as well). I'm planning on the series only having 14 parts (one opening bit, and then one piece for each member). But who knows, I may like it so much I'll have to keep going. BTW, if you go through wikipedia and type in Organization 13 in the search, there's some very helpful stuff, like the background on all of their names. :) I may use references from that from time to time. Mwahaha. Enjoy mis amigas.

"Hey baby," a black cloaked figure said, tossing back his hood to reveal slightly spiked blonde hair. He dropped down on the couch quickly and placed his head in the lap of another Organization 13 member, a girl with blonde, atennea-like bangs. "Miss me?"

Larxene rolled her eyes and looked in a different direction, pushing Demyx's head out of her lap. With a yelp, he tumbled to the floor. Mocking laughter could be heard, coming from Axel, the spiky red haired master of flames. Scorching the foot of Demyx's cloak, Axel walked past the tangled up Nobody to plop down on the opposite end of the couch. Larxene glanced over at Axel. He grinned at her, raising his eyebrows as he did. She simply looked away again.

"You!" Demyx exclaimed, staggering to his feet, pointing at Axel. "You set my cloak on fire! You messed up my move, she was totally coming onto me!"

"Larxene," Axel said calmly. She turned her head to look at him again, her face an expression of disamusement. "Do you find Demyx...sexually attractive at all?"

Number 12, the Savage Nymph, snorted and looked away again.

"See that Demyx? I'm sad to inform you, but she's really not interested."

"But, but I...!"

"She's never been into you that way, and probably never will," Xigbar said, entering the library too, whirling one of his gun arrow rifles boredly.

Following him, Zexion said in his barely audible, but chilling voice, "And you can't fight worth a shit either."

"Hey!" Demyx said, whirling on the other members. "I can too fight! I can!" Chuckles arised. "Well, what about you Zexion? I don't remember you fighting at all!"

Zexion shook his head, almost seeming to mock the other with this simple gesture. "Who needs to do the actual fighting when you can just manipulate others into doing it for you? Right up here..." Zexion retiliated, tapping his head with a finger. The Cloaked Schemer tugged on a strand of his own, long silver hair. "Right up here is where the magic happens. Although," Zexion said, continuing to walk past the Melodious Nocturne, tapping the blonde's forehead, "there's plenty of room up there for you to work with."

It took a slight moment for the insult to register. "Aah!" the musician shrieked, stamping his foot once, then storming out of the room. Xigbar shrugged, searching the walls of the library with absolute boredom, spinning the gun arrow faster and faster as his intrest rapidly dissinergrated. Zexion wandered over to a chess set, the board and pieces made of smoked and clear glass. He began to start a game with himself, fully interested in it. It only took a few moments for Xigbar to exit the room and Zexion to pull up a chair, fascinated in his own game.

"So," Axel said, clearing his throat immeadiately after, tapping his fingers on the edge of the couch. When he got no reponse from either of the other two. He continued to speak, filling up the empty white library of Castle Oblivion with his teasing, mischevious voice. "The other day, Roxas and I were taking turns deciding who was more feminine, Vexen, or Marluxia? I think we finally decided on Marluxia, because he's got that whole pink sycthe and flower thing. I mean, did you check out his hair? It's gotta be--"

With a start, Larxene flipped her body around, swinging her legs onto the couch so her feet rested in Axel's lap and she propped her chin on her right hand which was resting on the arm rest slightly behind her. "Is that really what you feel like talking about, Axel? Marluxia's orientation?"

Briefly stunned, Axel watched her with his eyebrows raised. "Actually, that's not really what I want to talk about."

"Oh really Axel? What do you want to talk about?"

"Well..."

"Come on 'Flurry of Dancing Flames'. Tell me, tell me what's on your mind."

"Right now?"

"Yes Axel! For the love of the Kingdom, tell me what's on your mind right now!"

Axel feigned thought, acting out the process of sorting thoughts with his hands. Larxene crossed her arms, twisting her mouth into a pout well-known in the castle. "Well...let's see..." Axel said, weighing out two different choices.

"Spit it out," Larxene commanded, her voice dripping with venom.

"Well, right now," he said, "I'm thinking that you're cute when you're angry."

For once, the wielder of knives and thunder could say nothing, and could only stare openmouthed at the other Nobody. He grinned at her, the blue teardrop tatoos on his face stretching upwards, for he was pleased with the reaction he had created.

"You know Zex," Axel said offhandedly, "you really should start paying attention to other things besides your own mind. It's going to get you killed one day."

The only reply he received was an annoyed wave of a hand.