A/N: I wanted to try a shot at a serious Larxel, and this has been nagging the back of my mind for eternities! I'll try my best to keep the whole Organization in character for you guys. Enjoy. And yes, "pyroelectricity" IS an actual word, though it has something to do with crystals, I think. It's just the two words placed together like that... Ah, anyway, for the second time, enjoy.

This takes place literally after Axel... er... -slits throat with finger-

He was hurled into the dark sand with a grunt by some unknown force. Shaking his mane of fire-red hair, he rose shakily, feeling drained. Surveying his surroundings, all he could see was a thin path of sand leading to some destination he could not fathom. He figured that he may as well make his way down that walkway, seeing as there was no other way to go. Besides, something seemed to be calling him there.

Shakily, Axel rose and trudged ahead blindly, beginning to pant with the effort of traversing this desolate path. He remembered everything. Truly, he did not die, merely, a transition into another realm had occured. A realm where he figured Nobodies faded to; thus he deducted that the rest of the slain Organization, as well as all the destroyed Nobodies, would be here...somewhere.

The Flurry Of Dancing Flames did not know how long he had been stumbling; he assumed the time passed to be about an hour or two. Panting heavily, he stopped and stood up straight when a black and purple vortex ripped open out of nothingness. A member, hood up and concealing their face, stood before them. Axel quickly and warily observed their body. A strong build, particularly in the chest, was assessed; a certain air of grace was about the Nobody; the posture in which the man was standing also gave clue as to who he was.

"Marluxia," Axel said, deadpan, his tone neither welcome nor hostile.

Marluxia pulled his hood off, his mane of pink hair a painful eyesore to Axel's eyes, which were now accustomed to the dull blacks and grays of this monotonous place. "Axel," Marluxia addressed, matching Axel's tone. Walking up to the pyro, the Graceful Assassin eyed him with distrust and contempt. Nevertheless, Marluxia growled, "Come. I shall now take you to our residence."

"Wait," Axel inquired steadily, "how did you know I was here?"

Marluxia smirked. "Here in this realm of darkness, we, the Organization, the higher Nobodies, are able to sense when a being is thrust into this realm. It applies to any world we are in at the time."

"World?" Axel asked, confusion making his head throb. "What are you talking about?" He figured that this place was all there was to see. Could there be other worlds in this realm, same as the realm of the living?

Marluxia huffed. "I don't have time for you!" he snapped irritably. "I was only sent to retrieve whoever it was that was here! Now come; I have a hunch that you are not able to summon a portal without overexerting yourself." He ignored Axel's mutinous glare as a portal was summoned; glancing at Axel, Marluxia silently ordered the pyro to follow. Impatiently, Marluxia grabbed Axel roughly by his coat collar and shoved him through.

Once again, Axel hit the ground with a dull thump. Staggering up, he dusted himself off out of reflex and habit. Looking up, he realized that his surroundings were hauntingly familiar...

"The World That Never Was?" he breathed, disbelief evident in his emerald orbs, which were also swimming in confusion.

"Not exactly," Marluxia, who had by now stepped through the dissapearing portal as well, said smoothly. "See, if a world from the living realm has been touched by Heartless and or Nobodies -that is, 'impure worlds'- a sort of shadow simulation will form in this realm. We tend to call them Shadow Worlds."

"I see," Axel panted, clutching his left arm in sudden pain.

Marluxia did not seem to notice; if he had, he did not care. Not that he could, anyway. "You see," the Graceful Assassin continued, "we have come to the conclusion that only we of the dark -Nobodies, Heartless, and people who chose to side with the darkness and stood on that side- wind up here. In a way, it is our Paradise."

Axel snorted. "It's better than nothing," he conceded. Another thought occured to him; voicing it out loud, he inquired, "Where are the rest of the Organization?"

Marluxia stiffened for some unknown reason. "Come," he commanded quietly. Another portal materialized, and Marluxia led Axel through it.

"Why did you bring HIM here?!" Vexen roared, leaping up from his seat. Zexion, four seats away from him, glared dangerously at the redhead in the center of the meeting chamber of the Castle That Never Was. "Marluxia!" Vexen addressed Number XI with much vehemence. "Explain yourself!"

Marluxia, next to Axel, raised his clear blue eyes to meet Vexen's jade green ones. "I had no idea, and nor did you, that it was Axel who had come." Narrowing his eyes, he called out, "And now that I had come across him, I may as well have brought him, lest he be lost and uncoordinated in the Path."

Vexen angrily seated himself, where he settled with openly seething at the pyro, who was starting to recover his strength somewhat.

"If you have a problem with me, Vexen," Axel growled with a cocky smirk, "we can settle things here and now. Want another row with me? I'm sure we'll know who will come out on top. Again."

Another new voice, sharp and cold as an icy gust, cut to Axel. "Can you really say that, Axel? Because as far as I can tell, you dishonored yourself by killing him from behind!"

Axel's head snapped to the familiar voice; a voice he had not heard in over a year. Larxene, the Savage Nymph, was seated in the throne-like chair closest to the ground and stared at him through cold and hateful cerulean eyes. "What do you know about honor?!" he challenged, his eyes flaring.

Larxene leaped down and walked briskly up to the pyro until she was a few feet from him. "I have enough honor to deal with people in front of their faces!" she shot back, her fingers flexing. "You, on the other hand, shame yourself! You prefer to gain people's trust and then throw it away like trash, bending that hard-earned priviledge to your own selfish means!"

Axel lunged towards her, but Marluxia swiftly held Axel by his upper arms. The Flurry Of Dancing Flames kicked furiously at the Savage Nymph, missing every time until Axel felt vines wrap around him, binding him in thorns. Larxene simply glared at him, never making a move to strike him. Axel laughed sardonically at her. "What are you waiting for?" he mocked. "I'm stuck now! Don't you have it in you to hit me now that you have an actual chance?"

"Unlike you, Axel," Larxene drawled arrogantly, "I actually have a sense not to strike you when you are incapable of retaliating." Turning on her heel quietly, she opened a vortex. Over her shoulder, she called, "He stays. Simply because he has nowhere else to go. If we throw him out, we are no better than the trash Axel himself is."

And she was gone, leaving the rest of the Organization to grumble and peer at Axel, their newest addition to the realm of dark Paradise.

A/N: I firmly believe that they didn't die; nothing truly dies. So this is my take on the conditions after they pass. Hope you guys can understand. You can learn along with Axel! I will be switching from "Disneyland Foray" and this one, simply becuase if I work on one thing only, I'll most likely grow bored or something.