((Ok, just a quick need to give credit where credit be due: That epic title is something I've completely stolen from a friend of mine, who created an RP with the same title over a year ago on another website. She'll probably never see this, but I still couldn't just steal it from her willy-nilly. Thanks and sorry, Bridget!))

Before there was Sora... before there was a new keyblade master... before there was Maleficint... before the events that led to the downfall of the most powerful Organization to ever exist... there was Organization XIII.

They lost their hearts. But they were so strong that their bodies remained. Without emotion, without feeling, without empathy. They and theirs found one another. As one, they donned their black cloaks. Their faces have been shrouded in the darkness of their hearts and hoods ever since.

This is Organization XIII.

But the power balance is shifting. Some have grown... displeased with the way things are being run. That semblance of emotion that each member still holds has caused great unhappiness. The Organization cannot continue with such discord.

A change must take place.

There will be no other way.

Number IV, Vexen. The Chilly Academic, Arguably the most brilliant man in the Organization, one of the originals, an absolute scientist... was on dish duty.

Of those residing in the basement of Castle Oblivion, responsibility was taken for the upkeep of the place. Unlike those on the upper thirteen floors, the grounded few made sure to take care of themselves and their surroundings.
This was probably due, at least in part, to the fact that two of the most intelligent of the organization lived there, but perhaps it was just because they did not waste all of their time plotting and scheming.

Vexen didn't particularly care one way or the other. He just wanted to be finished with the detestable chore and return to his laboratory. Being around the chemicals and materials of his days with a heart almost made him feel complete again. The ghost of happiness lingered in those icy cold rooms, just as it lingered in Zexion's book and Marluxia's garden.
Reminders of what they once had been.

However, perhaps it was just a distraction keeping his thoughts from being fully there, but Vexen could not remember a time when he had been human and wasted precious hours scrubbing leftovers from plates.

"Detestable..." he muttered to himself as a scrub brush squeaked over a plate.

(Ha ha ha ha haaa haaa~ Vex is on dish duty xD)

"Enjoying Dish duty Vexy?" A taunting voice came from the doorway. Larxene glanced up from her book before she grinned and shut it before walking over and peeking over his shoulder. "Hm.... so far so good..." She muttered before she laughed softly and moved back. Opening her book on 'Marquis De Sade' before she moved and set a dirty dish in the sink. "Forgot to bring it down." She said before she smirked and rubbed his head with her free hand. She laughed before she walked out of the room.

Vexen grit his teeth with annoyance. That blonde bitch was always showing up at the most inconvenient times. It often seemed that she was making a conscious effort to infuriate not only Vexen, but everyone in the Organization. And, in fact, she probably was.
"At least I don't electrocute myself every time I touch water!" he called after her angrily, the water droplets on his rubber-gloved hands turning to ice shards with his frustration.

"Shut it freeze pop!" Larxene screamed. She glared behind him and loud sparks could be heard around her before she took a deep breath and made herself calm down. She shook off before she walked down the hall and looked back down at her book.

(Yesh, I just called Vexy a frozen treat >3>)

(( *uncontrollable giggles* I normally call him a Sno Cone, myself... rotfl ))

Now working with water that was an icy slush from his anger, Vexen turned back to trying to get the dishes done.
'But just let her wait...' he thought to himself, 'she'll get hers...'


Meanwhile, down the hall, in a small and mostly empty room that featured only a writing desk and an awful lot of paper and crayons strewn about, sat a small blonde girl, scribbling furiously at a slip of paper.
Marks from the crayons were all over her white dress and the desk she was working on.
The girl, Namine, was absolutely enraptured by her work, seemingly oblivious to the world going on around her.

((Ok, "before Sora", yah... but Namine is there... because... I said so... or something. And, *cough* just FYI- I never met a Namine crackpairing that I didn't like. XD ))

Dark blonde hair peeked around the corner, before a full head appeared. Demyx's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Vexen, his tongue sticking out in the corner of his mouth, he silently took a step forward and aimed. 'DANCE WATER DANCE~!' His voice changer said (axel's voice)  Water enrupting from the sink and splashed down over poor little Vexen.
'Commit it to memory...' Demyx snickered, disappearing from sight before Vexen could even spot him.

'Oh yeah Axel, this time I got you good. I'm going to win this prank battle.' He rubbed his hands together as he materialized his sitar, strumming a few notes as he appeared in his own room.

Axel stretched languidly, then sneezed. He glared around his room suspiciously, in case someone was about to attack him. Then he rose off the bed in one single bound, and then checked his spikes with one hand to make sure they were still fine. He slipped out of the room and sneezed again, and spun quickly to check if someone was spying on him, for Axel was the kind of person who believed in stupid superstitions but would run headlong into any fight.

A clear voice that sounded depressingly familiar filtered out of the kitchen, followed by a loud splash. "Oh shit," he muttered to himself, wondering if he should just leg it now and get back at Demyx later or try to explain things to whoever was at the wrong end of the Water Boy's joke.

A moment later, the red-head had appeared outside Demyx's room, banging on the door with thunderous strength. Despite appearances, he was not a complete idiot, and the only way to get out of being skinned alive by whoever was on dish duty was to shift the blame immediately. And he knew just where to lay it. "Demyx, I'd never say 'Dance water dance~', and if you wanna win this war, you gotta get with the program and lift the game. Got it memorized?"

Demyx almost gotten a heart-attack from the loud banging, thinking it was Vexen, yet as he heard Axel's voice, he let out a sigh of relief. Putting his voice changer back on and set it to Larxene's voice
'Fuck off redhead~! We're busy~!' He yelled, placing a lightning stick against the door knob to pretend it was Larxene's doing if Axel would get shocked.

Foolish boy, pretending to be Larxene, he just knew he'd get himself in so much trouble.

"And yeah right! Like I'm gonna fall for that one, Demyx you lame duck." Axel kept banging until his fists began to smoke, then he went for the door knob and the world went black for a moment.

A brief few seconds later, Axel had gotten over the electric shock but was well and truly mad. "That's it, you asked for it now, Demyx. You think I'm gonna let it slide this time? You just watch your back."

With that, he turned and walked off, but did not move very far away, instead he stood with his back to the wall and counted under his breath.

(Ultimate Lulz >W> )

Demyx snickered as he heard the shocks go through, Axel was so predictable to go for the doorknob. He gulped a bit as he heard his threat and saw it as a claim of getting another prank pulled down his throat.

He waited for a bit, then opened the door, popping his head around, then entered the hallway 'Ha~ Not unless I... Have to go and... uhm... feed some... plants.. Yeah feed plants. MArluxia's plants, nasty creatures, Axel... didn't see you there, how are you?' Demyx tried to play it off as being innocent, stepping slowly back from the redhead.

(Ahhehehe <3 Axel, faux-Reno)

Axel only managed to get to 7 before the door creaked open. He edged closer to the crack as Demyx's head appeared around it. Then stood over the other man, looming in fact, and looking for all the world like a very angry and somewhat red storm cloud. He waited, a gleeful expression on his face as Demyx tried to explain his way out of the situation. But Axel wasn't having any of that.

"Now, ol' Demyx," Axel said, putting a familiar and firm arm around his comrade before the man could make a get away. "I know you're blind sometimes, and a little slow in the noggin'." Axel tapped his own head for emphasis. "So when you wanna pull a prank, you should learn from the real maestros."

"Now here's the plan." He leaned in and whispered into Demyx's ear, then straightened and tapped the 'water boy' on the head. "Got it memorized?"

"Got WHAT memorized, exactly, Axel?" asked an aptly chilly voice from behind the two younger Organization members.

Vexen. Dripping wet, with the ends of his wet hair slowly freezing over. Pissed off as hell. In yellow rubber cleaning gloves.

"I heard Axel's voice... but was splashed by water. Direct inverses of one another, wouldn't you say?"

His face twitched with anger.

"So now i'm just thinking... which one of you should I ice first?"

Larxene blinked and looked up from her book hearing the faint sound of her voice. She growled and slammed her book shut, letting the sound echo through the halls. Thinking she had a good idea at who could possibly imitate her voice somehow, she swiftly made her way down the halls before she blinked seeing the group. "I can only guess which one of these three could have the ability to copy my voice...." She said, glaring at Demyx. "Water and lightning don't mix water boy...." Glancing at the group, she made sure to step back so she was partly behind the corner, making sure she wouldn't be in the line of fire, but also enough for her to see.

Axel jumped as Vexen appeared like some kind of chilly apparition of revenge. In yellow rubber gloves. He looked down at the image and tried very hard to suppress a giggle. Which turned quickly from muffled laughter to outright snorts of amusement. This all stopped once Larxene also joined the party. Axel crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Demyx a calculating look.

He suddenly grabbed the other man by the wrist and charged away down the stairs, yelling loudly as he ran. As he rounded a corner, he slammed himself against the wall, made shooing motions to Demyx and tapped his own head, mouthing 'the plan', before disappearing.

Demyx tried to surpress the chilly feelings he was getting off of Vexen, nonetheless, he just had to snap a remark back at Larxene
'Oh Pu-leeze, we all know water rejects you because you electrocute yourself then. And I would rather be raped by Vexen than be mixed with you... Ant hair.' He scoffed, yelping as he was pulled along.

He nodded as Axel disappeared and pulled out a small piece of paper, the size of a polaroid. 'OH MY GOD... LARXENE AND VEXEN... TOGETHER? NAKED?!?!?!?!' He yelled, pretentiously surprised.
He made sure they'd hear him and would try to get the paper while he ran off.

"A-ant hair!?" Larxene growled before she reached out to grab him. She hissed as Axel grab him and ran off. "You cowards!" She screamed, stomping her foot on the ground before she tensed up hearing Demyx. "Why that little...." The sounds of sparking could be heard again as Larxene got even more mad, her teeth clenched before she ran past Vexen and straight after Demyx.

Suddenly petrified in terror, Vexen shot out a bolt of ice, freezing the floating piece of paper.

"Oh, good lord, it was ONE TIME!!" he yelled, terrified that that single, extremely drunken incident had been photographed.

But the paper was a blank fake. He heaved a sigh of relief... and then went after Demyx, too.

Axel, master of pranks, flaming red-head of doom, had in the mean time, entered the Laboratory. He could see why it deserved the capital 'L', it was a fine artwork of glass... things. Strange shapes dangled from the ceiling, colorful test tubes were lined up in racks. Axel wanted to giggle.

He did. Just softly.

Carefully, he took out a small box from his coat. It ... scuttled. He put the box onto the table with what looked like the most notes, and opened the lid. A swarm of cockroaches left the confines of the container and scurried away into the secret hiding holes behind conical flasks and titration units.

Axel let out another chuckle of maniacal proportions as he then remixed some of the vials of liquid with other vials before leaving the room.

"Mph- what IS all that noise?" Namine looked up from the comic she was working on and knitted her brows together. There were loud noises and screaming out in the halls- more loud noises and screaming then usual, in fact.

She rose from her seat, abandoning her crayons and her comic (featuring a polaroid of two blondes getting it on- all very censored and tasteful, of course, but still, a strange doodle), and went out into the hall.

"What are you all doing?" she asked, cocking her head to one side and looking to Axel as he exited a room. Demyx ran screaming down the hall, chased by Larxene and Vexen.

"Seriously- what are you guys doing?"