A/N: Alright, so I had quite a few creative guesses, but here's the real answers. Please note, there were more than four, but you only had to get four! I realised this after I posted the chapter, so sorry!

Anyway, here are the answers!
First, Axel's Prisoner Number – 29411813
29 = XigDem; 411 = MarVex; 813 = Akuroku

Second, Yuffie's Operating Number – 5617
56 = LexZex
17 = XemSai

Thirdly, Rule 103
103 = XalLux

And, finally, "VIII had been unresponsive for the last thirteen hours."
That one's kind of obvious if you're looking for it (and yes, I forgot about it…)

Some of you came up with interesting answers… Xemnas/Vexen just sounds hilarious!

This chapter is dedicated to two people *shock, horror!*

The Wandering Apocalypse, for getting the most, and Hadrianus-dark1 for making me an awesome fan video! The link is on my profile, go check it out! I almost squealed when I found out, and again when I watched it *hangs head in shame*


Is it true what they say,
Are we too blind to find the way?
Fear of the unknown cloud our hearts today.
Come into my world, see through my eyes.
Try to understand, don't want to lose what we have

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I thumbed through the magazine, not reading anything unless it caught my attention. The TV was on in the background, even though the only person home was me, and I was currently lying on the lounge, barely paying attention to the magazine in my hands. But I didn't own a remote, and I was having a lazy day, which meant no excessive movement. That included getting up to turn the TV off.

"Hey Yazoo, guess what?" I leaned back; my head hanging over the edge of the lounge, making the room appear upside down. Riku was leaning over me, a large smile on his face. Well, large for Riku.

"What is it?" I reply, calm and collected. It's just how I am.

"The prisoner talked today."Riku moved away, out of my line of sight. I flipped onto my stomach so I could see him, put the magazine down, and watched as he walked into the kitchen.

"What did he say?"I call out, knowing Riku would be back in a moment with a sandwich. Just like every day.

"Well, I got him riled up, and he told me, more like screamed at me, that I didn't know what I was talking about, that if we wanted to help we would've been there when the bomb hit Twilight Town." At this, my younger brother let out a self satisfied chuckle. I, on the other hand, felt my eyes widen at the mentioning of that particular part of the war. I took a deep breath, and prayed to any gods that were willing to listen, that Riku wouldn't notice.

The gods aren't very fair.

"Yazoo? You alright?" No, no I'm not. I was, until you brought up that.

"Um, yeah, I'll be fine. Anyway, continue please."

"Alright, if you say so. I want to find someone who was in that bombing, someone he can relate to, so he'll hopefully open up and reveal some information. But, I can't think of anyone who was in it that would be of any use to us. What about you?" He just wants to make this hard, doesn't he?

"Riku… Listen, there's something I want to tell you." Riku looked up from his food, and looked at me just like Kadaj used to… When he wanted to be a manipulative bastard. Don't get me wrong, I loved my brothers dearly, sometimes, but Kadaj just had an air about him. An air that demanded you follow his orders, or be eliminated.

Riku inherited the look, which we got from our father. Loz could never do it, and I could only do it when I was extremely pissed. Riku could do it, but nowhere near as well as Father and Kadaj could.

Back to the matter at hand, Riku was still staring at me, wondering what I was talking about. Gods, did he even know he was giving me the look?

"What is it?" Riku urged me to continue, gesturing with his hand. I must've zoned out and forgot he was there. Meh.

"Do you remember our brothers?"

"You mean the ones in that picture?" I knew which picture he was talking about. The only picture left of us as a family. Father hadn't wanted any reminders, but I begged him to save one picture, for Riku's sake, as he'll never know his family now.

"Yeah, do you know how they died?"

"Car accident?"

"Try again."

"Plague?"

"Nope."

"A murder-murder-suicide pact?"

"Uh, no."

"Well, what then?" My younger brother snapped, sick of this game. With a sigh, I resigned myself to telling him.

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We've been dreaming
But who can deny,
It's the best way of living

Between the truth and the lies

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"Mummy! Mummy! Look at all the tall buildings!" Little five year old Riku exclaimed, clutching Jenova's hand tightly. To the child's left was Loz, who, despite just being nine, was making sure I didn't wander off. I had a tendency to get distracted and wind up lost.

On Jenova's other side was Sephiroth, her husband of fifteen years. And on the Sephiroth's left was Kadaj, the eldest of the brother's at twelve. All of us had the same silver hair and green eyes, except Jenova, whose eyes were a harsh red, and Riku, whose eyes were more of an aquamarine. We were quite a sight, pale skin and silver hair amongst the tan and dark haired Twilight Towners. But we were on vacation, and we barely noticed some of the stares we got. Besides, Twilight Town was based around tourism, and they'd had some strange people come through their town. A family that bordered albino was nothing new.

"Yes Riku, I see the buildings." Jenova sounded completely exasperated. The buildings in Radiant Garden were much taller, but Riku's five year old mind couldn't remember anything besides the things he was seeing now. "We're going back to the hotel now, okay?"

"Very well, Mother." Kadaj replied in that superior tone of his. We were all well mannered children; even Riku could be when he tried."I believe the bus stop is that way."

We got quite a few strange looks at the bus stop, courtesy of me getting distracted, Loz trying to stop me from leaving, Kadaj 'accidently' (To this day, I still believe he did it on purpose) elbowing me in the ribs, Loz standing up for me, Kadaj making fun of me for Loz fighting my battles, me yelling at Kadaj to shut up, and before we knew it, we were trying to rip each others throats out.

"Stop. Now." Father commanded, using his SOLDIER voice. We all froze, Kadaj clutching the front of my shirt, fist raised, my hand pulling Loz's hair out and my foot in Kadaj's stomach, Loz's knee in my back and his hands around my neck. Quickly, we assembled ourselves. A little old lady was staring at us, until all the children, except the oblivious Riku, turned to stare at her. Three vibrant green eyes, stayed locked onto her until the bus finally came.

The bus ride was uneventful, except for Kadaj being thrown off the bus and us having to walk back to the hotel. But we all expected that to happen now. It was an oddity when we weren't kicked out because of something one of us had done.

The hotel room was small. Very small. It had several rooms- a bathroom, a bedroom, a kitchen and a living room. However, it only had one bed. Jenova and Sephiroth shared the bed, Kadaj got the couch, Loz got one recliner and I had the other one, and Riku got the floor and extra pillows and blankets. It was always random who got the floor, and the other three fought over who got the couch.

We were all in bed, but none of us were asleep. It wasn't late, and Mother and Father said we could stay up as long as we didn't fight. She and Father were in the bedroom, watching TV. We, too, were watching TV, but we were watching some cartoon whilst Jenova and Sephiroth were watching the news.

None of us expected it. Mother and Father came out, calm as ever, but with an air of urgency surrounding them. They ushered us into the bathroom, Jenova trying to keep Kadaj from killing Riku, who had tripped Kadaj over. We were an unusual family.

"All of you, sit still." Father commanded, and we all obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bath. Mother clutched Father's wrist and we all waited. After a minute, we heard a loud explosion, quite close to where we were. Riku started whimpering, and for once Kadaj didn't call him a girl for crying.

I started to shake, another explosion, this time closer. Loz saw me shaking and gave me a hug, knowing that I wouldn't push him away as I usually did.

Kadaj was trying to be strong, but as the eldest, he knew what was happening, as he had heard plenty of stories about similar situations from his father. Tears stained his cheeks as he realised that this might be the last time he saw any of us.

Mother saw as all, no tears in her eyes. Jenova never cried, but we could see the sadness there. She left us with some parting words, a small smile on her face. We all looked up, tears in all eight eyes.

"Live life for those you've lost"

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See who I am,
Break through the surface
Reach for my hand,
Let's show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way
The world is in our hands,
This is not the end

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"-believe you. He's not dead." I slowly opened my eyes, the bright light blinding me. Couldn't they turn them down? I was trying to sleep!

There were at least two people in the room, but apart from that, there wasn't much I could tell.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Shuffling feet, a door closing. The other person sighed, and I heard him sit down to the right of me. Finally, I got my eyes open.

It was still bright, still very bright, but I could see. I was in a hospital bed, with quite a few people surrounding me, most of them in hospital beds as well. My head hurt, quite a lot, but I refused to fall back asleep again.

There was a boy, no more than seven, in a chair to my left; he was looking at a blond toddler in a bed, who was currently unconscious. The boy had fire red hair, and a pair of dirty, broken goggles sat on top of his head.

"He's not dead Roxas, don't listen to him." The red head said, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. He sighed again, before turning to look at me. His eyes widened when he saw me awake, and he immediately scrambled to my bedside. "Are you okay?"

"What…?" I couldn't finish, as my throat felt like it had caught fire. The red head understood my question, and handed me a glass of water before answering.

"The hospital. You're Yazoo, right? I read your chart. My name's Reno, yo." The boy smiled, but it was a sad smile. "I'm glad I have a friend. It was getting lonely here."

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Fear is withering the soul
At the point of no return
We must be the change
We wish to see
I'll come into your world,
See through your eyes
I'll try to understand,
Before we lose what we've had

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"Only you, me and Father survived. You had the least injuries, but you suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and blocked out all memories of the matter. Father and I decided it would be best if we didn't remind you. We let you draw your own conclusions about what happened." I took a deep breath. That was horrible to remember, after I'd locked it all away in a small chest in my mind, marked 'NEVER TO BE OPENED', but Riku had to know. He could handle it now.

"Is that why we went to Midgar?" My only surviving brother asked in a small voice, shock written plainly on his face. I gave a small nod, our eyes meeting. He didn't believe me, I could see it. But then he started to put the pieces together. "Why did Father leave?"

"He couldn't handle it. That's why he bought us this place, so he can stay in Midgar whilst we live here." It was true. I turned seventeen last year, and he requested that they let me have a house of my own, even though I was supposed to wait another year. They agreed, but only because Father threatened to retire. They needed him now more than ever. But he fought from Midgar, as Hollow Bastian only brought back memories.

"Yazoo… Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah little bro?" I only called him that when he needed comfort, and I could tell he was grateful for the thought.

"Can… Can you interview the prisoner?" I must've looked shocked, because Riku suddenly tried to elaborate what he said. "I-I mean, I don't really think I can face him, or anyone, at the moment, but this is important and…" Riku started to babble, going on and on about the importance of work and that he was too upset to go anywhere.

"Riku, stop, you're rambling. Yes, I will, don't worry." Riku perked up, looking happier instantly, though you could still see the imminent despair hidden in his eyes. And, surprising me greatly, he gave me a hug, before rushing down to his room. That was something I didn't expect. With a small smile, I got up and turned the TV off before retreating to my room as well.

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We just can't stop believing
'Cause we have to try
We can rise above
Their truth and their lies

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"Hey Yuffie." I greeted the not-so-hidden ninja as I made my way down the corridor.

"How did you know I was there?" She jumped out of her hiding place, disappointed that her prey hadn't fallen for her trick as easily as she thought he would.

"I'm psychic." I told her sarcastically whilst entering the pass code Riku had given me.

"Really? Wow, I never knew…" The girl stared at me, wonder in her eyes. I rolled my green orbs at her gullibility, and then opened the door.

The prisoner was curled up in the corner of the room, not moving at all.

"Is he alive?" I asked, wondering if this was another of Yuffie's pranks.

"Yeah, sort of. We had to starve him to get info, but he'll be fine eventually." The ninja waved it off, before giving me a short run down of all we knew about Prisoner 29411813. "Okay, he's number VIII of Organization XIII, he was in the Twilight Bombing, and he has quite a sarcastic nature, and that's about it."

Hmmm, not much to work with, but I'll just improvise.

"VIII, can you turn around?" I asked into the microphone, wondering if he'd even show any signs of hearing me.

He didn't.

I tried again. "Please? I can get you food." At the prospect of food, he made a movement. I heard him say something, very quietly, but I could still make it out.

"Where's asshat?"

"Who?" I asked. Who the hell was asshat?

"He's talking about Riku. VIII and Riku didn't get along." Well, that explains some things, like why Riku came home a week ago face red with rage and a large purple bruise on his head.

"Look, I've never even been on interrogation duty, so I'm just gonna talk, alright?"I asked Yuffie, who gave me a shrug. I turned the microphone back on.

"Alright VIII- Actually, screw that, can I call you something besides VIII?" I knew he wasn't going to answer, but it was worth a try.

VIII seemed to sigh, before letting out a name.

"Lea."

Lea sounded half dead. "Yuffie, get Lea some food." The ninja gave me a thumbs up and a gigantic smile, and I was sure I heard a ping sound, then she was gone.

In a couple of seconds, Yuffie was back with a bowl of noodles. I wasn't going to ask where she got them; I just slid them through the food slot and into Lea's room. Lea must've smelt them, because he got up and raced over to the bowl, before stuffing his face with noodles.

I, however, was in complete and total shock. This guy, Lea, looked almost identical to Reno. Same hair, except Lea's was spikier, same face; the only difference was the tattoos, and the eyes. Lea had tear drop tattoos and green eyes, whilst Reno had scar-like tattoos and blue eyes. But the only sibling Reno had ever mentioned was Axel… I should tell Reno about this, and I will, but I refuse to get him all excited for someone who wasn't his long lost brother.

Of course, a good time to realise this was when I was halfway to Reno's apartment, knowing the red head would have slept in without me there to pound on his door so he wouldn't miss his six o'clock class.

But I was pounding on his door now, frantically. Despite whatever 'Lea' told me, I was positive that this was Reno's brother. No one else had hair that red.

A very sleepy looking Roxas answered the door, his normal post-sex hair looking even wilder and messier. Dull blue eyes took in my slightly dishevelled appearance, before stepping aside and letting me in. I sprinted through the living room, before throwing Reno's door open.

Said red head was sprawled across his bed in a very uncomfortable looking position. His room was a complete sty, and not even Reno could tell you what he kept in there.

"Reno, get your lazy ass out of bed and come with me!"

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See who I am,
Break through the surface
Reach for my hand,
Let's show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way
The world is in our hands


A/N: It was such a great note to end on! Has anyone else noticed that my 'o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o' things get longer with each chapter?

The song is See Who I Am, by Within Temptation.

Okay, I now have the basic plan of this story done! Hopefully I'll update faster…

Who expected Yazoo? No one? Ah, I like to surprise you guys! And I love writing Yazoo, he's so much fun!

Alright, another question for you guys? Would you like some minor character romance? I'm thinking of some SoRiku, or Reno/Yazoo, and maybe some Organization Pairings, but I want you guys to think of those, because I am super lazy! So yeah, would you guys like some minor character romance? I may just put it in there anyway because I can, but I want to know what you guys are thinking!

Rambling is fun
~Vithian