Another chapter! Wooo!

Sorry, guys, but this is another 'filler' chapter. The good stuff will start soon, I promise. Be patient!

I do not own any of the characters. You know the drill. Enjoy.

It was nearly midnight when Bruixe and the boys finally tired of Rock Band. Roxas had finally passed out, sprawling across the drum pads. Demyx set down his guitar controller and flopped on the ground. Axel and Bruixe did likewise, until all four of them were lying on the floor, energy completely gone.

Finally Axel pushed himself up. "Come on, Bruixe, I'll show you to your room. Well, it's not your room, exactly."

He led her to another doorway (just how many rooms does this place have? Bruixe wondered) and paused. "You'll be sharing with Larxene," Axel told her apologetically. "Sorry, but this castle was only built for thirteen people, we weren't expecting any more… and Larxene's the only other girl, so it made sense for you two to share. She's a bit… um… well, annoying. But hang in there."

"Gee, thanks," Bruixe told him, yawning. "'Night."

She walked in to see a huge bedroom with white furniture and two beds shoved against opposite walls. On the right-hand side, a blonde woman was asleep, facing the wall. Bruixe walked over to the left-hand bed and collapsed, curling up into a catlike position as she fell asleep.

"Who the hell are you?"

Bruixe opened her eyes groggily to see a blurry image of a woman. Does she have… antennae?

She blinked several times and realized that they were not, in fact, antennae, but strands of hair. So many weird hairstyles in this place, Bruixe thought.

"I asked who you were," the blonde repeated forcefully.

"Bruixe," she answered. "Your new roommate. Go away, I'm going back to sleep." She rolled over, turning her back on the woman.

"The hell you are!" Larxene shrieked. "Is this some kind of joke? My roommate? I'm not sharing a room with anyone! Was this Marluxia's idea? I can't believe this!"

"What, like you're surprised?" Bruixe said angrily, sitting up. Ordinarily she wouldn't have been such a smart-ass to strangers, but she was sleep-deprived and not in the mood for early morning complainers. "Did you think there was an extra bed in here for your convenience? Jeez. Axel told me you were annoying, but I didn't expect such a spoiled bitch…"

Larxene's face turned bright red with fury. "How dare you –"

"What's going on in here?" demanded a voice from the door. Bruixe turned to see a huge man with way too much black hair standing in the doorway.

Larxene seemed to deflate. "Nothing," she said, voice bored. "Keep your pants on, Xaldin. I was just leaving."

Bruixe shook her head. This Organization was full of surprises.

"This is ridiculous!" Axel was yelling.

"What's ridiculous?" Bruixe asked, letting herself in to Axel's room. Roxas was sprawled across the couch, and Demyx sat on a stool, strumming what looked like a giant blue guitar. The musician rolled his eyes.

"They're shipping me out!" Axel told her. He was pacing around the room, little dust motes bursting into flame in midair around him. The word 'hothead' came to mind. "With the Thunderbitch and the Flower King, no less! What did I do to deserve this, huh?"

"Marluxia's in charge, right?" Roxas pointed out. "Maybe he has a crush on you."

"I'm SO FLATTERED!" Axel roared, and the edges of the room burst into flame.

"Wow," Bruixe commented. "Two words for you, big guy: anger management."

"I got it," called Demyx, and strummed a few chords; suddenly there was water everywhere, and the fires were out. "Temper, pyro," he reminded Axel.

The redhead growled.

"Does someone want to tell me what's going on?" Bruixe demanded, flopping on the couch next to Roxas.

"A few weeks ago, Marluxia finds this castle," Roxas told her. "He's like, 'I have this castle, and if you want it, Xemnas, you can have it.'"

"Suck-up," Axel muttered.

"Anyway, so a few days ago, Xemnas gets this bright idea that we're gonna have two bases," Demyx picked up the story. "And I guess he's chosen who's going. Marluxia's in charge –"

"Go figure," Axel grumbled.

"Calm down," Roxas advised. "You'll torch the furniture."

"– and Axel and Larxene are with him," Demyx finished.

"Vexie, Lexie, and Zexie are going too," Roxas told him.

Axel kicked a chair. "It's the stupidest thing ever. The whole point is to catch this Keybearer guy, right?"

Roxas shifted uncomfortably.

"So until we do, I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with four jerks and the Thunderbitch," Axel complained. "And even if we do catch him, there's no way Marluxia's gonna turn him over. You've seen how power-hungry that guy is. He'll try to overthrow us, I just know it."

"Since when do you care about loyalty, Axel?" Roxas wondered.

"Since I'm gonna be the one to fry for this!" the redhead yelled. "I'm Xemnas' favorite scapegoat, remember?"

Bruixe shrugged. "Is this Marluxia guy really that bad?"

The three of them just stared at her.

"Okay, okay, I'm guessing he is," she said hastily. "So just… rat him out."

"No can do," Demyx told her. "Xemnas thinks the sun shines out of Marluxia's flowery butt. He'd never believe he's a traitor."

"So… catch him yourself," Bruixe suggested.

Axel's eyes lit up. "What?"

"You heard me," she smirked. "Play the double-agent. Get Marluxia to trust you, then once you have enough evidence to prove he's a sham, bust his ass. Or you could just bring him down from the inside – take him out yourself."

"She's diabolical," Roxas breathed.

Demyx shook his head. "I'm glad she's on our side," he admitted.

"It's perfect," Axel said in awe. "Bruixe, I love you!" He tackled her into a bear hug.

"Um… thanks?" she replied uncertainly. "Now get off. When do you ship out?"

"In three days," Axel told her. "That reminds me, you have orders too."

"What orders?" Bruixe asked warily.

He grinned. "Mine."