Roxenasha had re-entered the castle, and was searching for what she needed. She remembered the way around. One of the five remaining items had to be here. This one had to be the hardest though. She opened desk draws and emptied them onto desks. It was hard to find things here though. Where were their labs? It was bound to be there if it wasn't here. She couldn't have risked asking the Heartless Generals. They would be suspicious as to why, and for some reason several of them (although mainly the Strategist) didn't seem to want her coming anywhere near here. She wondered why. Were they keeping something here? Or were they afraid of something? She didn't know. Roxenasha left the mess on the desks and walked out into the corridors and down the stairs. There was so much dust down on the lower levels. Nobody had been down here for nigh on thirty years by the look of things. Roxenasha tried the door. Locked. She smiled and gave a slight gesture, a tiny plant creeping from the floor up the door and into the lock. The lock clicked and Roxenasha opened the door.
Everything in here was covered in inch thick dust. Roxenasha swept some dust off papers and read them. They were mainly scientific notes on Heartless: nothing of use. Roxenasha turned around.
"If I was a valuable scientific object, where would I be?" she asked out loud and began opening draws, then cupboards. Still nothing. OK, so where was it. Roxenasha's eyes fell on something covered by a black cloth on the other end of the room. Whatever it was it was taller than her. Maybe under there? Roxenasha gripped the cloth with her gloved fingers and pulled it down. With a dramatic swoosh down it came and Roxenasha's eyes widened. It was not what she was looking for, but it was stunning.
It was made of metal and out of it was carved an angel. Surprising. She wondered why Ansem's apprentices had this thing here. Roxenasha considered going back to her search, but there was something in those cold metal eyes that seemed rather alive. Roxenasha threw the cloth at it again, the black material catching on the angel's wings and drooping over its face. She had work to do. She pulled open another cupboard and smiled. Yes. There it was.
Roxenasha reached out for the item and pulled it out into the semi-light and held it up. The prisms in the glass shone with different colours as Roxenasha pressed her eye against the glass and watched the colours dance.
"You know," came a voice from behind her making her start, "I don't know if you were ever told this when you were a child but it is rude to go through other people's belongings." Roxenasha's eyes fell on the Strategist and she moaned.
"Oh, it's you. What do you want?"
"To find out what you're up to?" said the Strategist. "We don't trust you."
"Well, there's a surprise," Roxenasha said sarcastically, dissolving her prize into flower petals.
"I mean it," said the Strategist, gliding over like a malevolent bat so that then he could give the illusion of some height. "What's your plan?"
"I collect six items of magical importance and use them in a spell. Everything else is yours."
"And this spell?"
"My business."
"Why?" asked the Strategist, alighting on one of the desks. "Something we'd disapprove of."
"All right, I want to be able to see my parents. Is that so wrong?"
"I thought Nobodies didn't have hearts," smiled the Strategist.
"We don't," said Roxenasha. "I'm just curious. But I'm not Xemnas and I've already been through this. I am not after Kingdom Hearts. How can I ever miss something I never had? Besides I survived twenty-one years without a heart. I know I don't need one." The Strategist watched her keenly.
"Really?" he asked, something in his tone indicating that he didn't believe her. Roxenasha sighed. The others had been right. Heartless were annoying. What did it matter? The Generals were doing exactly as anticipated. Even if they knew they were walking openly into the arms of death, their lust for power was too great. They would still take the worlds, but for the time being she had to remain on their good side. The Keybladers would see an army of Heartless a lot more of a threat to a world than one member of the Organisation (and maybe a few Dusks), and the Generals and their armies would act as a buffer to her, so as before the Keybladers realised the real danger, it would be too late for them to do anything about it. The Strategist continued to give her a yellow-eyed stare. She looked back at the cloth she had thrown over the angel and addressed the Strategist.
"What's that?" she asked, nodding at it.
"And that is none of your business," said the Heartless. "Now if I were you I'd be getting back to Villain's Vale. The Guardian is expecting you."
"Is he now?" smiled Roxenasha. "I finally feel appreciated."
"Just remember," said the Strategist, "we're watching you."
"I'd just love to express mock-fear right now," said Roxenasha, "but unfortunately, due to my lack of a heart, I cannot. Bye." She began to leave and the Strategist glared at her. She was going to regret that, but he'd better return to the castle too. He stepped into a dark corridor. Roxenasha gave a mirthless laugh.
"Stupid kid," she laughed, and stepped into her own dark corridor. The battle was only just beginning.