So, this is my 9th chapter. I definetly think this one is going to be longer than Spirit Fire. Simply because this includes more time in the games. Well, since I really don't feel like writing all 5 years of Falcon's time in the Organization, I'm going to skip 4, leaving us about in the midst of Chain of Memories. I hope you like it!

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4 Years Later...

"Up, down, parry," Falcon silently whispered the movements to herself as she sparred with air, slicing her keyblade so fast it seemed only a flash of metal, "draw back, cut!" She straightened up and sighed, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She had been outside for an hour now, practicing. She patted her trusty Fenrir keyblade. For four years now she had been in possession of the sturdy blade, and it had never once failed her. Her black/red hair had grown a lot during the time, and she herself had grown immensely, more mature and understanding, and her dark green eyes shone with determination and strength. At 13, she was definetly different from the shy 9 year old that had joined the Organization many years ago. She now knew her way around the castle, and personally was acquainted with every member.

"Looking good as ever, Fal," a voice called. Falcon rolled her eyes and turned around to see two guys walking towards her. Her two best friends in the Organization, Axel, and Roxas strolled towards her, also very different from 4 years ago. Axel was much taller, grazing 6' 3", a giant height in Falcon's opinion. His fire red hair still spiked out as usual, and he still had the same poison apple green eyes that Falcon possessed. His voice was considerably deeper as well, being 17, it was a big change. Roxas was slightly taller than Falcon, about 5' 7". Also 13, Roxas's ever calm and innocent blue eyes shone with kindness, his slightly spiked dirty blonde hair waving in the cold wind.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Falcon said, exasperated. Axel just gave her his trademark smirk and ruffled her hair.

"And how many times have I told you I will still call you that no matter how many times you tell me not to," he replied.

Falcon opened her mouth to retort, but thought better of it, "good point."

"You've been out here for an age," Roxas added as Oblivion and Oathkeeper shimmered into his hands, "wanna spar?"

"No fair," Falcon said, "you get two keyblades!" Roxas sighed.

"All right," he said, then walked over to Axel, "hold this for me?" He held out Oblivion and Axel took it from him. Roxas turned around, "now?"

"Fine," Falcon said. She positioned her Fenrir keyblade in front of her in defensive position, "let's see what you can do, pretty boy." Roxas dashed forward and sliced down with his sword, and Falcon lifted to block. Roxas then withdrew his sword and quickly sliced horizontally, the same maneuver that Falcon had been practicing a moment ago. She jumped backwards and held her keyblade up to block again as Roxas slammed his sword down, jarring Falcon down to her shoulder.

"Why do you have to be so...good?" Falcon muttered through gritted teeth as she swung her keyblade with all her power packed behind it, throwing Roxas backward. He landed on his feet, skidding a few inches; both of them faced each other, trying to catch their breath.

A whistle of admiration was heard from the direction of Axel, "a battle of keyblade masters," he said, "amazing." This time it was Falcon who charged forward, going on the offense, striking rapidly, using all her strength to go as fast as she could, her keyblade was just a blur as it struck home again and again. Finally Roxas relented and sank down.

"Okay, okay," he said, "you win." Falcon triumphantly stood up and helped Roxas up.

"You did really good too," she said.

"Yeah Roxas," Axel agreed, "don't look so down." Roxas smiled and nodded.

"Thanks," he said.

"It's too early for dinner," Falcon noted as she looked into the sky, "let's go chill in the rec room. If we're lucky, Larxene and Marluxia won't be there."

"Knowing them, we probably won't ever be lucky," Axel replied as they headed in, "they basically live in that room."

"Man," they heard 16-year-old Demyx say as they walked in the rec room, "it's freezing out there today."

"I rather like it," this was Vexen, "it's my type of weather."

"That's 'cause you're ice element, Vexen," they heard Larxene say, "duh you would like it."

"It's not that cold," Axel joined in as they walked in, "I'd say it's lukewarm."

"And you wouldn't feel it if it was –10 degrees," Larxene said, "you're fire."

Axel grinned, "good point." Falcon and Roxas shivered as they entered the warmth of the rec room.

"I'd agree with Demyx," Falcon said, "it is kinda cold."

"Well anyway," Demyx said as he stood up, "I need to go and do other stuff right now." He patted Falcon on the head as he walked out, "see you all later."

"I'm hungry," Falcon said, "hey Roxas, wanna go salvage for food with me in the kitchen?" Roxas nodded and together they headed out of the room and downstairs.

Now it was just Larxene, Vexen, Axel, and the ever-silent Marluxia in the room.

"On a different matter," Larxene said, "Vexen, Sora seems to be advancing ever so quickly up the floors of Castle Oblivion. You're Riku Replica isn't doing such a great job anymore."

"What I am doing is none of your concern," Vexen replied.

"If we are going to take the Organization, you'll need to make sure that puppet is doing what we need it to do," Marluxia said.

"The last I checked, I am number 4, you are 11, I outrank you," Vexen said, turning to Marluxia.

Marluxia grinned, "Xemnas told me that I could control this while he was gone, or would you like me to tell him of your failure to control the replica?"

Vexen paled, "no, anything but that. Fine, I'll go and do it." With that, he left the room in a black shadow.

"Well," Larxene said, "I'm going to go and see how our Sora is doing. I want to test him."

"Don't kill him," Axel said, "we need him if we're going to succeed in anything,"

"Do I sense a soft spot?" Larxene taunted. Axel's straight expression didn't change.

"I am simply telling you that Sora staying alive is important if we are going to take the Organization," he said, "don't break him."

"Don't worry," Larxene said, "I'm not going to break the toy, just play with it." With that, she also left in a flurry of shadows.

"Without Namine here, it seems you are a totally different person, Axel," Marluxia said, "darker. More malicious. Why is that?"

Axel simply gazed at him, "I don't know what you're talking about." With that, he stood, and left the room, leaving Marluxia to ponder his thoughts.