Welcome to "Brotherhood: Chi Iota Iota". This is an AU Kingdom Hearts fic that places the male members of Organization XIII into a fraternity. While I am not personally involved in Greek life at my University, a lot of my friends are and this idea popped into my head. I decided to start writing and see where it takes me, hopefully you'll enjoy it.

The characters of this story will be as strictly in-character as possible, but of course there needs to be room for slight artistic license when placing them in a different setting. Also, I took the liberty of adjusting their ages to fit the story. Not that we really know all of their ages anyway.

Please read this before you continue, it will help you understand my twisted logic:

Basically, the Roman numerals X and I also have Greek names as well as English names. Greek-wise, X is the symbol 'chi', and I is the symbol 'iota'. Since I am translating this from Org. XIII, I found it appropriate to name the fraternity 'Chi Iota Iota', leaving it at XII for the obvious absence of Larxene (I was going to gender-switch her, but decided against it). Everything else will be explained in the story.

Warnings: Language, alcohol and drug use, sex, violence, and possible slash.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Disney and Squarenix. The plot, however, remains mine alone.

Brotherhood: Chi Iota Iota

It wasn't that he was stuck up. Far from it, really. In fact, he found it quite hypocritical for the other frat-heads to call him such; they all chose their brothers just as he did every Fall, weeding out the weak and strange and settling only for the young men deemed worthy of Greek life. They had all poured liquor down the willing throats of many-a-freshman, had their fair shares of police raids, and each were known for something that made the members proud to be a part of their pledged fraternity.

Perhaps it was the fact that Chi Iota Iota, or Chi Double-I to the public, was a relatively new fraternity on campus. The public University of Destiny Islands (UDI) was over 125 years old, boasting both strong academic and social programs. Even students who were not from the Islands traveled far to be a part of the large school, which was infamous for it's Greek life. Some of the fraternities and sororities had been around for decades, but Chi Double-I was a mere 17 years old. On top of that, it was an overwhelmingly popular fraternity on campus. Only 12 members were allowed in at a time, mirroring the frat's Greek symbols into numerical Roman ones. It was like some sort of exclusive club, and without fail, it had the most rushees each Fall. Thusly, many of the members boasted about being a brother of XII.

Brother Xemnas peered out his window and across the sprawling campus, eyeing the chaos below with a slight smirk. Freshmen milled about the walkways, usually with their parents and baggage in tow, as they found their ways about the campus for the first time. It was funny, really, to see them look so overwhelmingly confused. He even dared to look down at the recruiting table Brother Vexen had set up in front of their house. It was swamped as usual; the condoms and pamphlets that were being passed out were nearly gone. It wasn't even lunch time. Many of the brothers were hanging around the table or on the steps, talking to potential fresh meat and answering questions about their house.

As president of XII, this pleased Xemnas greatly. He had been voted in as the new leader at the end of the previous Spring semester, and he vowed that his senior year was going to be memorable. Much rested on his broad shoulders, and he wanted to do his predecessors proud. Brother Xigbar, his best friend in the fraternity, was his vice president and right hand man, and the two had rushed together all those years ago. Vexen was voted the treasurer/secretary despite being a third-year, and the remaining members proudly represented many different walks of life.

Yet they were all tied together. Upon joining the frat, they had accepted a chi, or 'x', into their names, using their given letters to spell out a chosen nickname that they went by from that day forward. It was a commitment, a whole new support system to swear loyalty to, a new family. They accepted the bonds of brotherhood, and the weights of others under one roof. And when three of their members had graduated last Spring, three coveted spots opened up amongst their ranks. Xemnas eyed the group of young men below him, wondering privately if any of them were to be his new brothers.

"One at a time, you fucknuts," Xigbar called over the milling crowd in front of the table. He was currently passing out papers detailing the Rush Week schedule, on Vexen's insistence of course. If it were truly up to him, he would still be inside sleeping. Eager students squelched about in front of him, forcing themselves not to stare at his eye patch (which was currently decorated with the fraternity's Greek lettering).

"Your vocabulary astounds me to this day," Brother Xaldin muttered at his friend's side, doing his best to maintain his composure. He personally disliked Rush Week, finding it hectic and impersonal and so disappointingly necessary. He did his best to smile pleasantly at the boys as they each took a schedule, but it was proving to be increasingly difficult.

To their left and right, the remaining members of Chi Iota Iota were chatting with potential new members. Well, if you were Brother Lexaeus you were chatting, but if you were Brother Saix, you were discouraging people from ever coming back. He was only a sophomore, but had already become cocky with his status as a brother; dismissing boys who he felt unfit for becoming a pledge. Brother Zexion, his former pledge-mate, had quietly reminded the other that they all got to decide on the new members. Saix was unfazed and continued his screening process, convinced he was doing the rest of them a favor.

"Zex, tubby isn't fit for Chi," Saix argued as a dejected looking teen waddled away. Saix had denied him a Rush Week schedule, effectively being the biggest jerk on the steps of XII.

"You're cruel," was the only offered answer.

Roxas pushed his way through the crowd, pen tucked safely behind his ear as he did his best to reach the table he knew lay a mere meter or two away. He usually hated his short stature, but was momentarily using it to his advantage as he squirmed through the masses of people. He was relatively swift, and found little resistance until he collided with another student. Thanks to the people around them, they were cushioned and neither fell over after the initial stumble.

"Watch it, would you?" The taller boy said, turning to face Roxas with an icy glare. The blonde startled under green eyes, his own darting to the red head of spikes, dark tattoos under the eyes, and decidedly punk-ish outfit. Typical. What was a kid like this even doing in front of a frat?

"Sorry," Roxas said, managing a hardened smile. He knew he had to be friendly and non-confrontational, especially in an atmosphere where everyone was judging and sizing him up. Without allowing time for the other to look away, he extended his hand. "Roxas."

The red-head gaped for a moment before a smile split his face. He shook Roxas' hand enthusiastically, chuckling to himself. "Oh, hey! My name is Ale, I'm really excited to meet you! I have a lot of questions if you don't mind me asking, I'm just-"

"Wait," Roxas said, laughing a little despite himself. Ale was acting overly-friendly, and he was still shaking his hand. "Why would you have questions for me?"

"Well I want to join your frat, obviously," he said with a grin, finally releasing Roxas' hand. He smelled like cigarettes.

"I'm not in the frat," Roxas replied, grinning sheepishly. Yes, there was an 'x' in his name. Seeing as that was the signature of a Chi Double-I brother, he supposed he shouldn't have been that surprised at the mistaken identity. How he already knew this, he kept to himself for now.

Ale stared for a moment, his face contorted slightly as he looked Roxas up and down. He thought for a moment that he may really be a brother playing a trick on him, but quickly dismissed the idea. He brought a finger up to his temple, tapping it slightly and winking. "Don't try to trick me," he said. "That makes you competition."

"Don't worry, I may not even make it through Rush Week," the other admitted, and they continued to push forward together.

"You'll be fine," Ale offered. They snaked forward as the crowd continued to move. He saw pretty boys staring at him, but brushed it off. No matter how he looked, he wanted to be a part of the frat. After all, they were notorious for outrageous pranks, wild parties, and making best friends for life. After leaving his friends behind for UDI, he was in the mood for a bit of all three. The blonde hadn't flinched under his heavily kohled eyes, and that was a step in the right direction of camaraderie.

"Condoms!" someone yelled from the front. Roxas was promptly hit in the face with a packaged banana wrapper. Ale saw a cleared path, grabbed him and walked in the direction of the offending distributor. It was a brother.

"No glove, no love!" the pink-haired brother was chanting, tossing condoms from a large bucket out and into the crowd. Most looked amused, and some of the other brothers rolled their eyes. Roxas rubbed his cheek and looked slightly concerned.

"Wouldn't happen to have the Rush schedule in that bucket, would you?" Ale asked once he and Roxas had pushed their way to the front. The brother smiled pleasantly, pulling two copies out of his bucket and handing them to the boys, along with some condoms.

"Since you asked so nicely," the brother said, a distinct air of superiority in his voice. Then, extending his hand, "Brother Marluxia. Third year."

Ale and Roxas introduced themselves respectively, thanking the elder for the schedules.

"You look vaguely familiar, Roxas," Marluxia said after they had gotten over the pre-existing 'x' in his name. "You are a freshman, right?"

"Yea," the blonde replied, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Hm. Well, see you both tomorrow, bright and early!" he waved, turning his attention to the next person 'in line' for a schedule. Xemnas really should have made more copies.

They had gotten what they came for, and Ale and Roxas were glad to free themselves from the crowd. As soon as they were clear, they sort of looked at each other awkwardly. Ale promptly lit a cigarette, inhaling the sweet nicotine with a pleasant smile. He offered one to Roxas, but the blonde declined the offer.

"Why do you want in?" Ale asked suddenly, putting the pack into his front pocket. "Into Chi, I mean."

"Er," Roxas replied, kicking the pavement beneath his feet. "I… I had a brother in Chi Double-I, he had a really good time." Ale didn't answer, only took another drag and nodded. "But don't say anything about it, okay?"

"Promise," Ale said on the exhale.

"And you?"

"Looking for a good time, this is supposed to be the best." Another deep inhale.

"Good enough reason as any."

Ale nodded, smashing his cigarette into the ground. Roxas scrunched his nose but didn't say anything. "Well, I have to finish unpacking my room," the taller boy said, pointing in the direction of his dorm. Though he secretly hoped he'd be moving into the XII house soon, and didn't want to get too comfortable. He kept that part to himself.

"Me too."

"Ok. You'll be there tomorrow, right?"

Roxas tried not to smile. He had come to UDI all alone, and it was possible he had just made his first acquaintance. A punk wannabe, cigarette-smoking, yet totally nonjudgmental acquaintance. Not someone he thought he had wanted to meet, but chances are he wouldn't see much of guy anymore anyway. If he had any idea of the kind of people accepted into XII, he knew Ale wasn't going to be one of them. "Right!"

They said their goodbyes, and parted ways. The following morning was the Chi Double-I hosted breakfast, and all rushees were required to attend if they even hoped of gaining some sort of favor. Eight in the god damn morning. The blonde didn't know if the whole idea of fraternity was for him, but from what his brother had said…

Roxas sighed. He wasn't looking forward to going back to his new roommate, a brooding boy with long silver hair. If things went his way, he too would be moving out shortly and into the frat house. The house he had only ever heard of, dreamed of, but honestly had no idea what kind of chaos bred inside.