For Him: A Kingdom Hearts Story

Chapter 1- Betrayal

3rd Person POV:

All was at ease in the circular throne room, which, was a sight to behold. The pristine white emblemed floor, the polished seemingly glass thrones all at different heights. Fourteen of them to be exact. A place at which Nothing Gathers, isolated from the physical world in an unknown plane, inaccessible to those with hearts, to the Somebodies. It is here where the most powerful Nobodies gather. Organization XIII. The Nobodies of strong-hearted and strong-willed Somebodies who have lost their hearts. All was calm until a Corridor of Darkness was summoned out of nowhere and out from the rift sat Xemnas, The Superior of The In-Between, Organization XIII's number I in the highest chair. He took down his hood and revealed his silver hair, somehow flowing briskly in the windless room. Xemnas looked around, seemingly disappointed at the empty chairs that surrounded him. As Xemnas waited patiently more corridors appeared around him. Saïx, The Lunar Diviner, Organization XIII's number VIII, was fittingly the second to appear, being the second most loyal to the Organization. Beside Saïx appeared Axel, The Flurry of Dancing Flames, Organization XIII's VII.

"What's the meaning of this meeting, boss? Aren't we supposed to be in Castle Oblivion, ya know...with Sora?" Axel asked, looking up at Xemnas.

"That was the original plan, but I have recalled you from your duties because we have a predicament that needs resolving," Xemnas replied, in his usual booming voice.

Axel rolled his eyes and awaited his remaining comrades. Next to arrive at the same time was Zexion, The Cloaked Schemer, and Lexaeus, The Taciturn Stalwart, Organization XIII's numbers VI and V respectfully. Next was Larxene, The Savage Nymph, Organization XIII's number XII and the only true female member of the Organization. Following Larxene was Roxas, The Key of Destiny, Organization XIII's number XIII.

"Will somebody tell me why I'm here instead of at Castle Oblivion fucking with Sora? Which by the way, he's taking a lot longer than we initially thought, the little twerp has already been there for 26 days and doesn't even realize it." Larxene said, her voice full of annoyance.

"It's quite simple, if you were to stop and think about it number XII, assuming, of course, you wouldn't try to bully or beat the concept first." A voice said as the source appeared in the fourth highest chair, revealing himself to be Vexen, The Chilly Academic, Organization XIII's number IV. Vexen smirked, amused at how easy it was to piss Larxene off. "The Superior believes that this matter far exceeds the importance of the total completion of No. I." Vexen stated boldly.

"Oh, fuck you Vexen, you think you're so much better than everyone else, don't you?" Larxene said in what could only be described as anger, as Larxene was unable to possess such an emotion. Vexen laughed.

"No, I do not think I am better. I am better. I am a scientist, you are a..." Vexen pondered for a moment, before snapping his fingers. "A brute, and not to mention a woman," Vexen said, clearly retaining his misogynistic views from his Somebodies life.

"Excuse me? How dare you, you little bastard. Let's go, you and me, then we'll see- "Larxene began, teleporting inches in front of Vexen, brandishing her Foudre.

"Larxene, there is no need for this. Just calm down, be patient, and wait." The calm voice of the pink-haired Marluxia, The Graceful Assassin, Organization XIII's number XI, filled the room as he appeared on his throne. Larxene scoffed and put away her Foudre before teleporting back to her designated spot.

"Whatever, waiting is so not my style." She said with an eye roll.

"I'd wager that one would need to have a style for something to, not be one's style." The snarky voice of Luxord, The Gambler of Fate, Organization XIII's number X echoed through the chamber. Luxord glanced over to Larxene with a playful, yet devious smirk. Before Larxene could retaliate a gust of wind overtook both her and Luxord.