A/N: Well, here we go. Wonderwall: Edition Two. It's been a fun and hard, (very hard) ride, but we RP'ed again and re-wrote our very first story together. If you would like to read the original version, which we still love, it is posted on Reyaa's profile and can be found in our favorites. This not a sequel, but a rewrite of the original idea we had. You don't have to read it to enjoy this, but you may appreciate the differences.

And this is a fitting end to a fantastic fiction writing partnership. We will be focusing on personal projects from here on out, Reyaa with her book and Alice with her kids, so please enjoy this last story from us.

This story is centered around Zexion and Demyx, but we've given a lot more input to side characters to enrich it. We hope you enjoy this and please leave us reviews with your comments:D

Axel

Frowning, I turned into a slow circle to take in my surroundings, wondering where exactly the building One had spoken of was. As far as I knew, this was a relatively empty meadow with no architecture of any type in sight. Something was off, not even the flowers could cover the smell of that fact. Pursing my lips, I fished the cellphone out of my black pants, hidden beneath my dark cloak, refraining from pulling the hood off my face as the sun was bright and I was dying of heat under it.

I only had to press one button, wait for it to ring two times and then I heard his voice.

"Eight?" I rolled my eyes. Who else, jackass?

"Is there an explanation as to why I cannot find the building you wished for me to take down? Or did Thirteen forget the exactitude of his job description again and beat me to it?" I was keeping my voice calm. I wasn't being rude. Slightly pissed off? Sure, but I was only human. Although, that may be a matter One wished to argue.

"There has been a slight change of plans." My boss informed. I waited a couple of seconds, seeing if he'd elaborate.

"And...?" I dragged out.

"You remember that murder that took place roughly two weeks ago in which the Lustitia agents found important evidence that could lead them back to our base island?" One spelled out, making sure I caught every single word he put out there.

Gulping, I edged, "I thought that was taken care off..."

One chuckled softly, "Indeed. You are the pawn put in place to resolve that minor issue."

Eyes widening, I quickly spun around, wondering if they were already here. "You sold me out?!" I couldn't help but shout, figuring that if an agent was here? They'd already seen me.

"Numbers can be replaced, rule number-"

"One." I growled out, finishing his sentence before tossing the phone, crushing it under my foot and effectively ending the conversation with that. It was only a couple of seconds after that the hairs on the back of my neck prickled, telling me I was being watched, and sure enough, when I peeked to take a look, a mop of brown hair could be seen sticking out above the high grass.

Squall Leonheart. Equivalent to One of the Organization, in the Lustitia agency. Basically? I was pretty much fucked.

Deciding that I wasn't going to make this easy for him, I saluted the darkly clothed agent before setting off into a fast run, smirking as I heard a curse escape him before he decided to follow me. With a bit of luck, my lanky, lean and tall legs would give me a vantage point and allow me to outrun him. I'd let myself get upset about being ratted out at a more appropriate time.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw that I'd managed to place more distance between me and him, leading me to sigh out in small relief, focusing again on where I was going to run. I nearly choked as I realized I couldn't vanish into the deep forest the Isle had to offer and use the Org's passages to lead me back to the base. Now I wasn't just the Agency's enemy, but also that of the Organization.

So life officially sucked... Shaking my head out of the near temper tantrum that wanted to burst free, I took a sharp left, deciding that my best bet to lose the dangerous agent was by using my knowledge of the layout of the isle's docks. He couldn't have been here long, the Org would have found out. Maybe a week at the most, meaning that Leonheart hadn't gotten the time yet to get a lay of the land.

Zig zagging my way through the large containers, I only left the harbor's area once I was sure I wasn't in Squall's view anymore. I almost laughed in righteous victory, that is, until I slammed into something and not a second later, found myself rolling over the floor with my unfortunate obstacle.

Once gravity had finished the job, I took a moment to pant out my breath before taking a look at the person I'd run into. Blond, short and was that a glare?

"OW! Get offa me, you fucking idiot!" Okay, so not just a glare but a temper to match. I hardly noticed arms and hands pushing me as the person rolled away and jumped to his feet. He wasn't that impressive size wise, probably a good head shorter than me, but it was easy to overlook the gravity deficient as he did have an impressive glare going on.

As his eyes swept over me, they widened almost comically. "You...you're..." It was almost too cute the way he was stuttering. I wanted to point a frowny smile at him, wondering why he was gawking at me as he was, but then remembered the cloak. Right...

Deciding I wanted to reassure him, I quickly said, "I'm not a number that kills." Why did I want to reassure him? "I mean, I'm a number and you should be terrified." I corrected dully, not even trying as I impulsively stuck my hand out, offering it to him. Was I really going to try and introduce myself to this guy with regular human behavior? Did I knock my head at one point or another?

He eyed my hand for only a second, before reaching behind himself and grabbing a small caliber pistol from the waistband of his pants. By the hesitant way he held it and inexpertly pointed it at me, I could tell he was in no way a threat and that I could easily disarm him if I put my mind to it.

"I'm not afraid of you, number." His voice only wavered slightly, but his eyes were hard. "I'm Agent Roxas O'Malley and you are under arrest for...well, a lot of things, so..." Again, his eyes widened while his mouth opened and closed. Did he forget what came after 'you're under arrest?'

"I suggested that you should be terrified, didn't demand you had to be." I pointed out in amusement before bringing out my other arm and pressing my wrists together. "I think this is the part where you handcuff me and read me my rights, sweetheart." I was going to go down in any which scenario, at least, I was pretty sure I was, or that was my defense for so willingly offering myself up to this guy. "It's okay, take your time, I won't move." I assured.

With narrowed eyes, he shook his head and snapped out. "I don't believe you." Slowly removing one hand from the pistol, he dug around his pockets frantically searching for something. Oh, handcuffs. They were tossed at my feet. "Slowly remove your cloak and put those on. Any sudden movements and I'll," He gulped cutely, "shoot you. I really will. So...so just cooperate."

I sighed dramatically, reaching up to tug the hood off my face, shaking my head so my wild red locks could get a bit of breath. "You know..." I started, slowly crouching down, keeping my eyes fixed on his brilliant, slightly scared, blue ones, "Ever since the internet came to be, the mystery in romance truly just died out. I mean, before the existence of facebook?" Grabbing the cuffs, I slowly wrapped one around my first wrist, "You might have appreciated the cloak and the lack of identity rather than demanding me to show myself right off the bat without so much as asking me for my name, Agent O'Malley..." I drawled out, smirking as I clicked the second cuff into place. "Where are you taking me, darling?"

"Don't call me that!" He spat out, but it didn't seem that forceful when he was staring at me and licking his lips. "And we are going back to base. You may have outrun Leon, er, Agent Leonhart, but I'm taking you in and you will be put on trial for the murder of...crap..." He paused, then looked triumphant, "The murder of Minister Laguna!" Smiling wide, he gave me a smirk. "That's right. You murdered him and I'm going to be responsible for your capture."

I raised an eyebrow, "Cute, but you gotta get your facts straight before accusing me of anything." When his gun wiggled at me, I lifted my hands in form of white flag, "I'm not saying I'm not guilty of nothing, but as I said to you right from the start, I'm not a number that kills." Peeking around, I then looked back over at him, "How about you bring me to that base now before the other numbers get here." That should speed shit up. "I believe you only have on set of handcuffs."

His face suddenly went white and I could tell that I'd finally managed to put some real fear into him. Making a rookie mistake, he took his eyes off of me and looked around before waving me towards a car halfway hidden behind a stack of containers.

"Um, you should get in. Er...the trunk." Nodding absentmindedly, he dug keys out of his pocket and popped the trunk, letting the arm holding the gun fall to his side. Man, he seriously had no idea on how to capture anyone, let alone a number! "Get in and be quiet!"

I rolled my eyes at the trunk and then huffed at him all the while shuffling my way over to it, sitting on the edge, "Yes, alright, but only because you ask so kindly, else I wouldn't put up with the lack of air conditioning in there." Winking and getting a kick out of how that lead him to blink in reaction, I lay down. "Would you believe me if I said I'm afraid of the dark?"

He smirked and then rolled his eyes. "Put your big-girl panties on and don't soil my upholstery. Get comfortable and don't try anything or Leon will be pissed if you aren't in one piece." With that, the lid was slammed down, but not before I finally saw a real smile break out over his face.

Managing to twist my arms up and shoving my hands under my head, I tried to get as comfortable as possible in Agent O'Malley's trunk, wondering yet again if the drive was going to be long or not. I hadn't entirely been joking, the dark wasn't exactly my strong point, not that I freaked out or anything, but the Org's base was mostly dark alleys that gave you the creeps. Now that I wasn't part of them anymore, I could actually think it without getting killed for it.

"Are we there yet?!" I screamed out for the thirteenth time, hoping I was getting on his nerves.

"Oh my hell, you are annoying!" Came the shouted reply. "Are all numbers this irritating? Shut up, already!" And if that wasn't enough, that little brat slammed on the brakes, making my whole body roll forwards.

"There! We're here you annoying red-headed giant!" Indeed. I heard his car door open and slam shut, then a few seconds later the truck was wrenched open and he was again glaring at me.

I pointed a love sick stare at him, "My hero!" Shooting my arms up all the while sitting up at the same time, I hooked my cuffed wrists around his neck, grinning widely as my face was but a couple of inches away from his, his glare having stuttered into a look of fright at my sudden movements. "Thanks, Babe." Planting a quick kiss onto his soft lips, I just as quickly ripped myself away from him in case he'd retaliate with a reflex punch. "I was expecting a high tech, modern, square and shiny looking facility. Not a cottage in a prairie." I stared at the base.

"You...you..." Again, the stuttering, only this time he wasn't pointing a gun at me. "You kissed me! What the hell, man?" Glaring at me, he pointed towards the unassuming Lustitia base. "Just get in there and quit toying with me. You'll soon be able to play your little games with Leon. He's waiting for you." If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was sad to see me go.

Play with Leonheart? That guy would shoot me in an instant without so much as blinking an eye. "Come see me when you want another kiss." I said before making my way over to the front of the cottage, looking back over my shoulder. "Should I knock, or?"

The look on his face caused me to smirk as it was blatantly obvious that he was thinking about my kissing comment. And that wouldn't happen unless he was interested in it. "Er, just go inside. And don't try anything and all that." Yeah, he was totally out of it now, his crystal blue eyes just that small bit of unfocused telling me he was daydreaming.

Gosh, he was really easy, wasn't he? Not that I minded in the least, but I may want to warn Leon and inform him that his agents are easily distracted.

"My name is Axel, by the way, just in case you need to scream it out in your next shower..." Before I could hear a reply on that, I made my way inside, smirking widely even if Leon was sitting there, arms crossed, the deadliest stare directed at none other than myself.

Leon

I cursed as I made my way back to base, damning that stupid number to hell and back for being faster than me. Just because I hadn't focused on my cardio this week, that was the only reason he'd gotten away. The tip off hadn't been specific in what number we were dealing with, making me wary about sending more than just myself to pick them up. And it's not as though I had back-up to help me anyways. The only other agent within distance was Roxas, my technical analyst, and he'd never even had hand to hand combat training, making him useless when it came to apprehending suspects.

This just made me letting him get away all the more frustrating. If we couldn't bring him in for murdering the Minister of Finance, then my superiors were probably going to pull me and Roxas out of the islands and put us on some sort of asinine assignment. And that was just not acceptable at all.

Stomping my boots free of mud as I made my way up the steps to the house, I dug the keys out of my pocket. Not that the keys would actually do anyone any good in the long run. Sure, they could unlock the front door, but without my voice and retina scan, the rest of the facility remained locked behind bulletproof steel doors and many other wonderful maiming toys.

My phone beeped as I finally passed through all of the security measures and I pulled it out and felt my eyebrows disappear into my hairline at Roxas' message. 'Number in custody. On our way.'

"What the fuck?" I sputtered out into the empty kitchen, before dropping onto a chair. 'Handcuffed and in my trunk. You owe me new motion detectors and palm scanners;)'

"No fucking way." That was completely impossible. Roxas caught a number. Short little snappy blonde, who hadn't ever been a field agent had caught a number. He'd either caught him dead, unconscious or had someone else capture him cause there was just no way in hell that Roxas could have caught a number. Especially one that had eluded me.

'I'll believe it when I see it. Front door is cleared for your arrival.' No way in hell he'd actually caught the guy.

It was less than ten minutes later when I heard a car pull onto the gravel driveway. A security measure making it impossible for a vehicle to approach the house without alerting someone. That, plus the cameras and motion detectors, was what made this place impenetrable. I'd set up the table into a passable interrogation area, and I was seated when I heard an unfamiliar voice mention something about a shower before the door opened and I got my first look at the 'Number'.

The first thing that caught my eye was that he didn't seem all that uncomfortable without his hood covering his face. While it was rare we got our hands on numbers, it wasn't completely unheard off and I'd had the opportunity to be present when the Lustitia had gotten a hold of Number Six. That guy had been severely jumpy about having his face in the open. Not this number though, he was grinning and taking in the space he found himself in, clearly feeling right at home. He had flaming red hair, piercing green eyes that had seen shit I needed to somehow claw out of him, and I was going to blame his outrunning me on his freakishly long legs. Standing, I grimaced as I realized he was taller than me. At least I doubled him in muscle mass.

Locking eyes with me, he gave me a once over, "No offense, but blondie out there is more my type." He offered as an explanation as to why he'd let 'blondie' catch him rather than myself. At least he'd reassured me that Roxas hadn't turned super agent overnight.

"Shut up and have a seat." Arrogant ass. I wasn't going to take it for granted that he wanted into Roxas' pants and that was the reason he'd gotten caught. There was another reason and I wanted to know what it was. He'd murdered a very important man and all of a sudden given himself up? No way, I wasn't buying it. I glanced up when Roxas entered the room, my glare telling him to keep quiet.

When he was seated, I leaned back and gave him an obvious once over. "So. You let yourself be caught, huh?"

"No, Agent O'Malley gave me no choice. I tried getting away numerous times, but despite his fine short ass and my being stronger, it just wasn't in the cards for me." He smiled happily over at an eye twitching Roxas before giving me a very small nod as to confirm he had let himself get caught. For some twisted reason he didn't want to reveal this to O'Malley.

"I'm not a number that kills." He then said dead serious, no hint of amusement whatsoever as he stared me right in the eye. "I've heard many things about you, Squall Leonheart." He murmured, leaning closer to the table, bordering on my personal space, "While you don't know all the details, locations or identity's, you know the Organization's system." Pausing, he then said again meaningfully, "I am not a number that kills."

I raised an eyebrow showing my disbelief. "And just what number are you?"

"Eight."

Demolitions. My eyes narrowed. "You blew up Twilight Bridge! Do you have any idea how annoying my commute was after that, you jackass?!"

He smirked, "See, now that I am guilty of. The fire in the Traverse forest to clear space so the Organization could help those unwanted buildings to be set up? Also my doing." His smirk faded away, "The train rail destruction? Me. The dam implosion that led to flooding? Number Eight. Parking lot clearance, to put it politely, me again." His teeth were gritted now and his eyes were hard, "I will fess up to any destruction I've made happen, no problem, but part of my working process was to make sure that everything was clear of breathing beings. I will NOT let you pin murder on me when I've made DAMN sure to never hurt anyone physically!"

"So you didn't murder Minister Laguna on February third? And I'm just supposed to take your word for that and let you go?" I did believe him about the murders. I knew how numbers worked, but he didn't need to know that I knew that. This whole thing was bothering me. Why was he there? Why were we tipped off? And why the hell did he want in Roxas' pants if he was a number and Roxas was an agent?

"What were you doing in that field?" I pushed.

"I haven't been on this Island very long." He started out, seemingly rather bored all of a sudden, "I used to be located in the capital, Hollow Bastion, as that was the area that truly needed my expertise." Pursing his lips, he asked me, "Why would One ask Number Eight, number in charge of demolition, to move to this island? Boring Destiny Island with no real buildings, monuments, railroads or important harbors in need of destruction to level up crime rates or for simple political statement?" After a couple of beats of silence, he shrugged, "Think it over and you'll figure out my presence on this island is beyond pointless."

"You were a patsy." When Roxas gave me a puzzled look, I rephrased. "He was the fall guy. Number One dropped him here to take the blame for the murder." Glaring at Eight, I asked, "So, what exactly did you do to piss him off? And was he expecting us to kill you?"

He raised an eyebrow, "The simplest answer to that question would be for me to tick off the Organization rules the numbers must follow blindly, but while this conversation has been relatively amusing so far, I must ask..." He looked over at Roxas, not even bothering hiding how he did a slow deliberate scan of the blond, clearly appreciating the view. "What is in it for me? I'm willing to give you all the answers you want, but if it's only so you can toss me in jail to rot down to my very flawed core? Then I think I'll refrain myself from doing so and keep the answers to your questions as leverage to get me something good."

I smirked. Good, he wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly what was on the table with his capture. Number One probably assumed that we'd kill him on sight or that Eight would put up a fight and be killed, not realizing that he'd want to jump Roxas. I was prepared to do what was necessary in order to assure the downfall of the Organization, including offering immunity.

"I can offer you immunity and protection. You give us all you know, including, but not limited to all of your past actions, and in return I will assign agents to you and give you a whole new identity to live by. And when we bring down the Organization, you will not be prosecuted with the rest of them. But!" I pointed at him, giving him the scariest glare in my arsenal, one I'd seen reduce a cadet to tears and added, "If you fuck with me, or my agents," My eyes strayed to Roxas for a split second, "I will gladly end your pathetic existence with my own gunblade. Are we clear?"

"Informing me of your weapon title was overdoing it, Agent Leonheart, but yes, I hear you." He gave me an easy smile, "You're going to want to work on that glare where it concerns me." And then suddenly the smile slipped again, "I've had One as my boss for years, and let me tell you, it's hard to get scarier than that guy." Breathing in steadily, he gave me a nod. "They sold me out. Write a piece of paper in which I assure you I'll promise not to screw you over for me to sign, and I'll do it. Give me a life, one that I'm allowed to breath in? Do that? I'll go get One myself if you ask me too." He declared.

"Done." I stood up and looked at Roxas. "Can I leave you two alone while I grab the immunity contract or should I find you a chaperone?" I wasn't totally against it if something should develop between Roxas and a number, if it brought down the Org, but that didn't mean I wanted to be reminded of it should I be forced to walk in on them doing questionable things.

Roxas flushed and shook his head. "I brought him in, didn't I? I can handle him." Clearly he'd missed the subtle dig at the fact that Number Eight clearly wanted into his pants.

"Whatever. Just...don't make a mess you two." I raised an eyebrow at the number. "What's your name anyways?"

Eight grinned, "Hopefully you'll have the pleasure of hearing it shouted out once O'Malley goes to take a shower." He pursed his lips over at Roxas, "Or are you ready for a second kiss with foreplay follow up?" He seemed mighty satisfied with his comment when the blond turned to an unnatural shade of red.

Before I could respond, Roxas stormed forward and whacked him over the back of the head. "Dude, shut up! That's my boss you're talking too!" Yes, thank you Roxas, for reminding me that I was now the apparent babysitter of some horndog number and his agent crush.

"Whatever." I shook my head. "Just, please, for the love of god, don't do it on the table."

"Dude? It's better than idiot. We are definitely making progress!" The redhead sounded beyond pleased. "And you better put the dirty business on the table in that promise note for me to sign, or else I might not be able to keep it." Standing and starting to walk to make sure neither me or Roxas could respond, he looked into the hallway. "I'll just go pick my room now." And then the door shut.

Pointing my finger at Roxas, I growled, "You caught him, he's your responsibility until further notice. Try not to lose focus, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, I headed to my office.

A/N: Soooo, does anyone see who we threw in there? I mean, how could we leave out Leon and Cloud? There are our favorite pair to RP together and they will fit so seamlessly into this universe;D