"So," I said to Xemnas. "Who're your choices for the top twelve?"
"Since you declined," Xemnas said, leaning over the paperwork spread on his desk to look the entries over one last time. Holding up twelve folders, Xemnas said, "I'd say these."
Looking the files over, I lifted an eyebrow at the last one. "Are you sure about the keyblade weilder?"
"Yes," Xemnas said. "He of all twelve I am most certian of."
"Right," I said, tossing the folders back on the desk. "There's something about him that just bothers me is all."
"Well if you do not mind," Xemnas said, gathering all the files up. "Can you please bring in those that I've chosen?"
Getting up, I left Xemnas' office and went to the waiting room where sixty or so hopefuls were waiting. "Allright, if I call your name, get in here. The rest of you can go on about your business. Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, Zexion, Saiix, Axel, Demyx, Luxord, Marluxia, Larxene, and Roxas."
As the twelve walked by me and went into Xemnas' office, a thirteenth that happened to be standing to my left said quietly, "So then the mighty dragon has become the secretary of the Nobody?"
"I am no one's secretary," I said, turning to the stranger. "And who the hell are you to state otherwise?"
"Call me...Xiruk," the stranger said.
"Xangord!" Xemnas yelled from his office.
"Better go," Xiruk said, "secretary."
"We're not done here," I said, pointing at Xiruk.
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