A/N: DUDE. Okay, so for those of you who haven't checked the profile, =ssst (who is actually REYAA, omg I know) over on deviantart and tumblr has done 6 AMAZING fanart pictures for our stories. Demyx from Bloody Inks, Saix from Tramp Stamped, Marluxia from My Name is Destiny, Leon from Hi, I'm your husband, Riku from You're a Boy, and Seifer from Alakazam, You're in Magic Land. The links that go to her blog where she has them all posted is on the profile. They are AMAZING and we are soooo happy to see them. Leave her lots of love, okay? Oh and the reason this is early is I (alice) am moving to a new apartment and may not have internet access there for a bit. Soon though;)


Sora - A month or so later

Locked in my own car?! Growling, I punched the window again, cursing the high end vehicles the agency set us up with. Fists weren't going to do any damage. Looking around in the interior I'd been stuck in for the passed god only knows how many minutes or hours, I nearly jumped at the sound of my cellphone.

Eyes widening I pressed the phone against my ear, "Riku?!" I was severely disappointed to hear my boss' voice on the other side though, "No I don't know where Riku is, otherwise I wouldn't have shouted his name!" Pausing at his returning snarl, I took a deep breath before trying again, "Apologies, Sir..." I gritted out, "We were on Thirteen's tail but he somehow managed to split us up and the result is that he locked me into my own car, disabling the battery, and Riku chased after him by himself." When I received another shout I rubbed my eyes, "Yes I know we aren't supposed to go after him on our own, but you know Riku-" Sighing, I nodded at nothing, "If he's still alive, I will make sure to tell him he's a pig headed jack ass that needs to follow orders better than he has prior to this very date." I hung up before he could reply. Punching the steering wheel, and then again, and once more just to make sure I could release some rage, I then focused on the hand break. Pointy...

Blessing my short size, I pulled up my knees, turned and then started ramming my feet into the emergency break until it budged just a tad, telling me it had loosened out of it's hold. I'm not sure how long it took, but at this point I didn't really keep track of the time, just kept on destroying the thing until I was able to pull it free. Ignoring the fact that the car was now moving down hill, I turned the sharper end towards the window, and then continued my enraged rampage, only this time with a make shift weapon and it's only when the glass cracked, that a smile broke out over my face.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Smack, ram, burst, smack, ram, burst, smack, ram- "YES!" Punching the remaining glass out with my hand, I then didn't hesitate and wiggled my way through, still ignoring the fact that the car was now moving down the road as I readied myself for the jump.

For Riku? I'd jump off of the freaking highest building available. Nodding at that, I pushed myself through, wincing when my shoulder connected with the harsh concrete, but biting through the pain as I didn't stop to pant out a breath, instead, getting up unto my feet instantly and setting off into a fast run, in the same direction Riku and Thirteen had gone.

They hadn't gone very far, just off the road and out of my line of vision when I'd still been stuck in the car. I don't know what had taken place between them exactly, but Thirteen was no longer present, and the state Riku was in had me inhale sharply, followed by a whimper of worry as I rushed over to him. Kneeling down, I carefully lifted his face off the ground, wiping the blood away from the small cuts around his right eye.

"Ri? Wake up..." I pleaded, looking him over, thankful to notice he was still very much alive, just not exactly in the pristine state I'd last seen him in. From what I could gather he was sporting numerous bruises and minor cuts, a possible twisted wrist and I would only be able to tell if any damage had been done to his legs once he'd stand again.

"When you're all healthy and better again? I'm going to kick your ass for running off!" I screamed all the while gently pushing the hair out of his face, leaning over so I could place a couple of soft pecks on his forehead.

After only a few more breathless moments, his eyes twitched and his body stiffened and started to shiver slightly. With a quiet moan, I was relieved to see his eyelids slowly peal open. He blinked a few times, and while I could easily read the pain in his ocean colored eyes, I could also see the relief as he recognized me.

"Sora?" Riku coughed, spitting a few drops of blood onto his already blood covered shirt. "Are you...okay?" He rasped out.

I sat up, his head still carefully settled in my lap and my hands still ever as gentle all the while I closed my eyes and counted to ten to keep myself calm. "I think I should be asking you that question." I murmured out, reaching over with one hand to feel out his pockets. Once I located his phone, I fished it out, using the Lustitia central connection number to reroute me to the nearest base available from where me and Riku were.

When it picked up, I didn't give them time to speak, "This is Agent LeGrand, I need sanctuary in your safe house."

The voice answered back quickly with the sounds of typing and moving in the background. "This is Agent O'Malley. You are cleared to enter the facility. Are you in need of assistance?"

I swallowed, looking at Riku again and wincing at the state he was in, "Yeah," I choked, "I have Agent Cartwright in need of medical assistance. Cuts and bruises, twisted wrist and possibility of a concussion. We lost our vehicle." Looking around, I could see the Islands town center in the horizon. "We are at the edge of Destiny Island's forest, just twenty steps off the road, there is a cemetery about two minutes away from where we are..." I mumbled, smiling down at Riku as he tried to look me over to see if I was alright as I'd never truly answered his question. "Please hurry the fuck up."

"Understood. Watch for a red jeep with Agent Leonhart driving it. He says he'll be there in about five minutes. Do you need me to stay on the line?" He sounded young, maybe even younger than me.

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see, "Get your hands on all the medical aid kits you can find and if you have the time, call the Capital base and inform them that Thirteen slipped away again."

"Thirteen? The Number Thirteen?" Came an astonished reply, followed by a quick answer. "Um, yes sir. I'll relay your information and have medical assistance standing by."


Riku

When I finally opened my eyes after passing out when that short blonde agent had stitched closed the slash on my arm, I was greeted not with the glare I knew Sora would give me, but with a gloriously empty room. I was on a double bed, the floral pattern already informing me we were in a safe house, but even without that, I recognized the feel you get in an agent designed location. It was like a hotel, only slightly creepier when you realized that there were cameras set up to watch the doors, recording everyone coming and going.

I glanced down and winced when I noticed the temporary cast that was encasing my right wrist. It wasn't broken as I could flex my fingers without pain, but when I lifted it, pain raced down it and made me gasp out loud. Sprained. Great, just great.

Slumping back onto the pillows that were propping me up, I took stock of my injuries. Besides the wrist, I could see that both my legs were covered in small bandages, and my other arm had numerous bruises on it. That's also when I noticed that I didn't have a shirt on and I could see the purple discoloration on my ribs where Thirteen had gotten a few lucky hits in. Sora was not going to be happy. I sighed and as if the very thought of his name could summon him, the door opened admitting the brunette.

I looked him over, making sure Thirteen hadn't gotten a hold of him as well, and waited for the yelling to commence.

He grimaced at me, sitting down on the edge of my bed while patting my hand, "You're one lucky jackass, you know that? Although you don't appear to have a concussion, Roxas, the blond? Will be keeping an eye out for it over the next couple of days to make absolutely sure Thirteen didn't ram you over the head." Leaning closer, he pressed his forehead gently against mine, breathing out, "I'm not allowed to agitate, anger or force any overly emotional reactions out of you until you've recovered at least half way through."

I could feel his lips turn up into a smile as they settled against the corner of my mouth, "Please don't ever scare me like that again. I know when you set your mind on things you forget, but next time when you think of running after the big bad evil, force yourself to do a double take and remember that I love and need you. Alive."

I couldn't help my reaction to his words and my eyes blurred slightly with the tears I'd been holding back since Thirteen had allowed himself to be cornered in the forrest. Taking a deep breath in and covering the small wince that my bruised ribs gave me, I refused to let myself go as I whispered out the terrible news Thirteen had gleefully given me.

"He's dead, Sora. M-my brother is dead." It had been thirteen years -the irony hadn't escaped me- since I'd seen my younger brother. He'd been kidnapped and ransomed by the Organization so that my family would hand over political power to another party. After leaving the islands, my parents had waited and waited for him to be returned by the promised date, but nothing had ever happened.

No contact was made, and they'd been broken as they realized that Zexion wasn't ever coming back. I hadn't known or understood everything that had happened, but I'd witnessed the sadness that my parents could not hide from me. I'd promised myself that I'd never stop looking for him as he couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. But all that hope and faith I'd held onto had come crashing down as Thirteen had whispered his death to me before knocking me to the ground over and over.

"Ri..." Sora whispered and where I didn't let tears fall, he had no issue doing so in my stead, "Next time you wait for me and we take him down together." He said clearly. "You'll be okay, I promise..." He added more softly.

Taking deep breaths and fighting the emotional exhaustion that was trying to drag me back to sleep, I nodded and looked around again. "Where are we? What base are we at and who is in charge?" Despite having been barely conscious for the last half of the beating I'd received, something significant had happened to actually halt Thirteen and it hadn't been Sora.

"We're still on the Island." He assured, "We passed by the base when we got here, it's that cottage you found so cute. As for who's in charge..." Sora sat back up and nodded over at the door, where a tall brunette was leaning against the door frame, observing me and Sora carefully. "I understand you want information, Agent Leonheart, but please don't add to the beating he's already received." Sora clipped out, ever so protective of my behind.

Leon inclined his head in Sora's direction, complying with his request to let me be. It was sweet, one of the reasons Sora made a great partner, and not just in the sexual way. If I was protective of Sora, he was even more so of me sometimes. And I could sheepishly admit that it was because of this exact predicament that he shined. I knew I shouldn't have followed Thirteen by myself, but being faced with him and knowing exactly what we could lose if he wasn't taken care of, I'd fallen right into his trap.

"Whenever you are ready, Agent Cartwright." Leon's soft yet authoritative tone broke through my thoughts and I flushed and glanced up to give him my report.

"Yes sir. Agent Legrand and myself were dispatched to investigate and apprehend the Number Thirteen if we could. According to recent reports he had been seen in this area. Unfortunately, we were not prepared for him to meet us on the road. Sora, er, Agent Legrand was trapped in our vehicle when Thirteen disabled the battery by stabbing his sword through the hood and I decided to follow him on foot." Leon snorted and I flushed in shame and embarrassment. Not only did I feel stupid now by doing that, it was doubly embarrassing to make a statement to a senior agent and have him know exactly how stupid I was. "I followed him on foot into the forrest, which I admit was stupid."

Sora snorted, "Understatement of the century, but I assure you Agent Leonheart, I've already alerted his momentary lack in judgment to our superior." That last part he more growled out at me than at Squall. I rolled my eyes but didn't bother to comment back to Sora. It would be undignified for Leonhart to see him smack me upside the head as he was known to do.

"Anyways. After Thirteen had lured me out, he proceeded to taunt me, and well, I took some damage as I tried to apprehend him and he resisted. Amidst the battle, he informed me that," I paused and took a deep breath, "my brother whom the Organization had kidnapped over thirteen years ago, was dead even before my parents tried to ransom him back." Those fucking bastards. Who the hell would kill an eight year old boy?

"I understand the reasons that led you to pursue Thirteen on your own, Riku." First names were never comforting when they came from a superior. It meant they were trying not to demote you to a cadet again. Leon continued, "But you cannot make those kind of rookie mistakes while you are under my command. And as of an hour ago, you and Agent Legrand have been reassigned in order to accommodate your recovery." He handed Sora a stack of papers. "I'll let you recover for now, but I expect Agent Legrand to start his assignment right away."

Sora did a quick scan of the paperwork before frowning up at Leonheart, "So the rumors are true, you have caught a number..." The knit between his eyebrows deepened, "Why exactly is this person not in jail? And-" Sora's eyes widened as he read more, "Why am I required to guard this number?!" Outraged is what Sora was right now.

"Keep a lid on it, Agent Legrand." Leonhart snapped, and stood up to his full height, looming over us both. "We've caught Number Eight, or rather, Agent O'Malley apprehended," he snorted for some reason, "Number Eight. Now, if you've done your homework, you know what that numbers specialty is." He raised his eyebrows in question.

Sora offered a dull stare, "I may look like a debutant, but I assure you I'm not. Also, the fact that their expertise is demolition is far from reassuring." I wanted to pull on his ear for snapping back at Leonhart. "But, I won't question you have the situation under control as I have done my homework and know full well of your reputation, Agent Leonhart." Sora gave him a respectful nod, "I'll guard the number, just don't expect me to like it."

"Understood. However, his situation is far from normal. Number Eight was offered up as a sacrificial lamb for murders that the Organization has committed. He let himself be caught so that he could have our protection while he gave us all the information that he could on them. So yes, protect him with everything you've got because without him, we will have nothing." Leonhart nodded at us both, then started walking towards the door. Pausing with his hand on the doorknob he turned and said over his shoulder, "But yeah, you don't have to like him. He's a fucking know-it-all." With one last scowl, Leonhart left.


Sora

Sighing in relief as Riku had finally fallen asleep, needing the nap more than ever, I quietly shut the door, not being able to help myself as I patted the wood of it. Was I angry he'd run off without me, putting himself in deliberate danger? I definitely was, but my worry was larger and consuming me right now. The relief was overwhelming... Riku could have died. Not that he wasn't properly trained, on the contrary, Riku was one of the best agents I knew and that wasn't some miss-formed idea that had shaped in my head, seen through the rose colored glasses blurred with the love I carried within myself for him. He just was an incredibly good agent. Unfortunately he had personal ties to the Organization case and that could cloud his judgment, as it had in that moment.

"So..." A voice introduced itself. I remembered it very clearly... "I hear you are to make sure nobody causes me any damage." Growling out, I glared at the redhead, caring less about his identity being revealed as I shot out a hand, grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back.

Once it was neatly shoved between his shoulder blades and he couldn't move without causing himself some extreme pain, I stood up unto my tip toes and said, "Don't you think I forgot how you made my life three times more difficult when you blew up that cargo boat!" I snarled out. "One step out of line, and I will defy my orders and cause you physical harm even if it costs me my career." Releasing him, I rolled my eyes at his amused chuckle all the while he rubbed his most likely aching forearm.

"Temper much?"

"Yeah, so don't piss me off!" I returned loudly, wincing as it could have woken Riku. Pressing my lips together, I softly opened the door, checking to see if I'd disturbed his nap, and I wanted to smack myself as I saw he had woken.

The redhead smacked me instead, "Dumbass." He declared.

I punched him in the side, "Thank you, Captain Obvious." Slipping into the room, I shut the door in his face, turning my attention to Riku.

"Was that him?" He winced as he pushed himself up into a sitting position and leaned back against the stack of pillows I'd rounded up for him. "Number Eight?"

My eye twitched angrily, "Yes. I don't like him already." Walking over to Riku's bedside, I crouched down, taking his hand in mine. "I'm sorry I woke you, you know how I get when nothing goes my way and everyone tries to push my buttons..."

"Yeah, it usually means that all the practice dummies in the area are soon to be piles of scraps." He squeezed my hand and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "I love you, you know? And I promise to never do that again, okay?"

I cupped his face, breathing out calmly, "That would be greatly appreciated..." Noticing the small frown on his forehead, I frowned. "You okay?"

"No, I don't think so." He rubbed his face, and I cringed when I noticed how exhausted he looked. "I think I remembered something from when I was half conscious but I'm not sure if it was real or my brain just playing tricks on me. But if it was, why would it pick Number Six?"


Axel - Later that evening

Although none of them would be able to tell, I was getting rather sick of having to prove my worth to every single agent I encountered. It says so on the contract that I have to behave in their presence, that I want to relinquish my number duties in their proximity... Having to explain that I was more than happy to help them take down the Org and not being believed? Was getting tiring.

Then again, I used to be a number and I guess my having assumed that identity for years did allow for some uncomfortable consequences, and I could only believe that the situation I was in right now was just that very consequence to my wrong doings. For everything you say to be second guessed and thought of as a lie until proven different? Not exactly fun for the human soul, and even that part I had to assure them was true... Even numbers have souls.

Moving away from the kitchen counter, I dully shuffled my way through the hall, deciding that Roxas O'Malley would cheer me up. Just the sight of him tended to make me feel better. Leaning against the door frame, I watched as he was hunched over his keyboard, his computer rather massive and impressive as several images flew over the screen, text scrolled down and typing followed. He hadn't even noticed I'd come in.

"Rox?" I murmured, my current pathetic mood more than obvious in the tone of my voice alone.

His back stiffened and he braced both hands against the desk so that he could swivel his chair around to look at me. Eyebrows were knitted with worry when he saw my face, and after hitting ctrl-S on his keyboard without even looking, he asked, "Hey Axel. Dude, what happened to you?" His words were soft and I saw a smile curl at the corner of his mouth as he opened his arms and motioned me forwards. Sighing dramatically, I happily moved closer to him, kneeling down on the floor so I could allow my forehead to land against the top of his chest while his arms circled my shoulders.

"Your co-workers have been less than pleasant once again. And now I don't just have to deal with Leonheart. Agent LeGrand is definitely not happy with having to watch me." I muttered out, not caring if I sounded whiny.

"That would be Sora, right? Yeah, I've done some research on him and he seems to be all about the job. Except when it comes to Riku Cartwright." He snickered and ran his fingers through my hair. "They are breaking almost every rule by sleeping together, but for some reason, no one really seems to care." Roxas placed a kiss against the top of my head. "So, they can't be that bad, right? He's probably just acting out cause Cartwright is laid up. He'll warm up to you, so just bare with it for a little while. You know I'll be right here if they get too mean."

Wherever I was, I felt uncomfortable, out of place and just a teensy bit bullied, which was a lot for the small perimeter I was allowed to roam. Although I certainly wasn't in jail, Leonheart had made sure I wasn't to leave the cottage. For my own safety, or so he proclaimed.

Pushing that away, I lifted my head and smiled at my blond. "You're making it hard for me not to fall for you..." I murmured, reaching up to push a few locks out of his face while leaning in so I could press my lips against the corner of his mouth. That was a lie, I was most definitely head over heels in love with him since a while now.

Roxas laughed out loud and put his hands on my face and dragged me into a brief but intense kiss. His eyes sparkled as he pulled back and he smiled. "Leon says you're already whipped, so don't give me that crap about not falling for me." Reaching back, he blindly fumbled for a slip of paper on the desk. Bringing it forward, he waved it in my face. "And I found something that can help you. If I fill out this form and Leon signs it, it means that you can go off base every once in a while with an escort." He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "So come on, who do you love?"

You. "Leon will never go for it." Taking the paper, I tossed it over my shoulder before standing and pulling Rox up onto his feet at the same time. "But I suppose it is worth a shot..." Slipping an arm around his waist, I pulled him flush up against me, smiling in satisfaction as that pulled a short gasp out of him, his cheeks flushing that delightful color of red as our faces were barely apart. "I'll bring it up after you've kissed me right." I breathed out, feeling quite dizzy as he had as much of an effect on me as I had on him... "And you know that I love you, Roxas."

He surged up, catching me slightly by surprise and smashed his lips against mine. His arms were around my neck pulling me as hard as he could and holding our bodies against each other. It never failed to amaze me that he'd actually responded to my blatant flirting when he'd caught me, and he'd even gone head to head with Leon about certain things, always trying to keep me happy. As his tongue swiped along my lips, he moaned and I knew that if we didn't slow down, we'd end up having sex in his office again. And Leon really did get bitchy when we did that.

"Hmmm-" Pulling my head back with a moan as his body was pressed against mine in just the right way, I panted out all the while holding onto him tightly, "We should stop." I said unconvincingly, knowing I should stop his hand traveling down to my behind, but not quite sure if I could actually perform the action.

"Agent Leonheart!" So Sora LeGrand was going to kill the moment then. The door burst open before Rox and I could separate and Sora barely blinked an eye.

He did purse his lips, the tension leaving his shoulders momentarily as he scanned us over, "Yeah, I can see how you two make sense together." A nod, "Carry on." And then he walked on, leaving the door open.

I frowned, it deepening as I pointed it at Roxas. "Did he just not chew us out?"

"It's cause he's got no room to talk. He's fucking his partner." He winked before wiggling deliciously out of my grasp. "It means I can fuck a former Number. Scratch that." I jumped as he patted my crotch area. "It means that I can fuck a stand up citizen and not get chewed out. Now, come on. I wanna know what's so important that he's willingly gonna chat up Leon."

I smiled happily all the while he talked. "You are quite literally my ray of sunshine, Agent O'Malley." I declared, following him out of his office and into the living area, only halting in our steps when we saw Sora wait patiently for Leon to give him the attention he needed. Which Leonhart would only give after he was done reading whatever letter he'd gotten in the mail. From the logo on the envelope, it told me it came from the capital Lustitia base. Most likely the paperwork for LeGrand and Cartwright. The post didn't drag their heels when it concerned the Lustitia agency.

"What did you need, Agent Legrand?" Leon's tone was professional and he leaned back in his chair, the picture of senior agent perfection. And to my amusement, Sora was like a younger version of Leon as he looked just as serious and answered just as professionally.

"Agent Cartwright remembered certain bits of information that could be of great importance." He paused, looking far off in thought for a moment, "Thirteen made the mistake of taking a call from Number One while believing Riku was unconscious on the ground." Having been a number for most part of my life, Sora was absolutely right to say that that was a mistake on Thirteen's behalf. "While he didn't get a great amount of detail, what was exchanged was enough to confirm that the Organization base is on Destiny Island."

"I've already informed Leonhart of that." I cut in.

Sora nodded my way, the angry demeanor he'd burst out at me on our first encounter no longer present. He was actually pretty nice right now considering I'd rudely interrupted.

"I figured. What you couldn't have informed Agent Leonhart of is that newly assigned Number Six has completed his training." My eyebrows shot away into my hairline as I absorbed this.

"Already?" I said, surprised, "Leonhart, that's really strange. There usually is a longer time period between number replacements. For One to have found someone to fill in the position you and your agency so neatly took care off, is..." I shook my head in wonderment. "My number could be replaced in a snap of a finger. But Six is the spy... It takes years to train that number to perfection before One could even consider letting them out on a real life mission."

Leon dug through the paperwork on his desk before coming up with a file and flipping it open. Nodding silently for a minute, he made a note and then glanced back up to Sora.

"Did he hear anything else? Is Six based here on the Island right now?"

Sora shook his head, but before any one of us could sigh out in defeat, he grinned, "But Thirteen was ordered to escort the new Number Six to the Organization base located here, in two days time."

Leon glanced my way before clearing his throat. "Okay, Axel. Answer me this, if you can." His tone wasn't mocking, only questioning. "Six is their spy. He's not a killer, correct?"

"One, Two, Three, Five and Thirteen are the numbers that have blood on their hands. Four, Seven, Nine, Ten and Twelve are the numbers who blur the lines when their situation asks for it. They deal with kidnapping, hostage situations and generally scaring the very living shit out of whomever their assigned to terrify. Although usually it's not agreed upon at the start of a mission, if the mark so happens to die at the end of the job description, it's because either the agency or the opposing person who's been targeted and has something the Organization wants? Didn't do or give what the Organization wanted out of them."

I sighed deeply, running a hand through my hair, "Six is the spy, from what I've managed to hear, they are almost quite literally asked to become invisible. Human contact is the pretty much not allowed." I smiled tightly then, "Eight is easily replaced, a specialty that isn't hard to master compared to the others. Expendable. It's not a number that kills, but the Eight before me was guilty of the occasional, collateral damage."

"So, let's assume that they have a Six in training at all times or at least this time for when Six get's killed or goes missing. I can imagine that they get them young, or are even born into the Organization. That being said, I highly doubt that this Number Six has any real world to add to his training." Leon's brow furrowed and I could almost literally see the wheels turning.

"I think we need to capture or turn Six."

Roxas snorted in disbelief. "And how exactly do you want to do that? If he's their spy, you can bet he's got files on all of us here, and I doubt that being approached by Axel will be any better."

"Well, I am open to suggestions, or are you telling me that we should skip this opportunity, Agent O'Malley?" Snapped the senior agent.

Roxas only glared, but I could tell he was thinking as fast as his genius brain could go. Had it not been for him, I would have either been killed by the Organization or running from the agency for as long as I could manage. When it was happening, I don't think I truly understood just what I was doing. Or maybe I did... But one thing was for sure, although Roxas couldn't have captured me with physical force or even out tricking me with mind manipulation, I'd have never turned myself in to them if I hadn't gotten that two minute pause to take him in and feel my heart skip a beat.

"A civilian." I said, blinking out of the steady stare I'd been pointing at Roxas. "Roxas is right, I can't approach Six as they'd only question why I was betraying the Organization system. They most definitely got files on all of you, and even if they didn't, I'm sorry to say that your Lustitia training establishes a certain behavioral type that rats you out in less than an hour. But..."

Returning to my point I smiled at Leonheart. "A civilian could lure Six. I mean, it worked for me..." I grinned as Roxas let out an indignant squawk. "Come on, sweetheart, you're a technical analyst, you can't threaten a fly." And that was the very reason as to why I'd let my guard down. As a number I'd been surrounded by intimidating and dangerous figures all my life... To meet someone as innocent and truly sweet as Rox? It had made me pause.

"Roxas, he has a point." Leonhart said, "Can you think of anyone on the island, hopefully someone already established here so as not to raise questions, that can fit that bill? We'll also need someone who can be comfortable with the idea of working with the Lustitia agency as well. We can't chance them running to the Organization with our plan if we pick the wrong person."

Roxas rolled his eyes, but looked thoughtful for a moment, before giving us a grim smile. "Before I tell you something, Leon." He was bold talking to Leon like that in front of others. "I need your promise that you will do everything you can to protect this person should things go south."

Leon only nodded sharply as he leaned forward in anticipation. "You have my word, Roxas O'Malley."

The blonde agent took a breath. "His name is Demyx O'Malley. He's owned the music store here for almost seven years. He's my cousin and has no ties with the Organization. He...could probably pull this off. I can get you a file on him if you wanted to look it over." Roxas glanced around to the faces in the room. "But if something happens to him, I'll be really pissed."


A/N: Hope you all looked at the pictures on Reyaa's blog and gave her lots of love:D Next chapter will be posted sometime within the next two weeks:D