Hi everyone. I know, I know, before you say ANYTHING…

I'M SORRRRRYYYY!

It's been like, what, a month? Since I updated, I mean. Oops. I got kinda caught up in this other Riku fic I'm writing. It's called Path of Darkness for those of you interested. Go read it. Anyway, Bruixe kind of got shoved to the back of my brain. And then today she was like, "LET ME OUT!" So here we go. My bad.

(Yes, I know Bruixe is a figment of my imagination. There are voices in my head. So what?)

Anyway, be grateful for this chapter because my fingers are bleeding from typing. (You think I'm kidding? I type kinda funky and my nails are long, so they dig into the tips of my fingers sometimes. Two fingers on my left hand are bleeding.) Anyway, you guys are supposed to get on my case when I don't update in a long time. Get with the program, people.

That said, enjoy.

"Bruixe, wanna play a gaaaaaammmme?"

Demyx was singing. Oh, God. "No," she said firmly.

"Ohhhhhhh!" he belted, still singing. "But games are ohhhh sooo fuuuun!"

Bruixe glared at him with a gaze that could vaporize steel. He quailed for a second, but was not to be denied.

"Come and play, OH! Come and play, oh, oh, ohhhhhh! Extreeeeeeme ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS!"

"…No."

"Shoop-bop. whoop whoop, shooop-bop, come and play, oh, oh, ohhhh!"

"If I play will you freaking shut the hell up?" she yelled in exasperation.

"YEAAAAAHHHH!" he sang in an emo-screamo voice.

There was a loud explosion from behind them, and Bruixe turned to see Roxas mothodically taking out Heartless. "Hate to pull the curtain on Demyx's life musical," he said calmly, "but we are on a mission."

Saved. Bruixe leapt past him to finish an Air Soldier. "My hero," she muttered as she flew past the blonde. "I think I love you."

"Geez, you get around!" Demyx commented as he summoned his sitar. "Axel, me, Roxas..."

There was a twang as every string on the instrument broke, seeing as which Bruixe had smashed it into Demyx's face.

"Asshole," she told him.

Life was quiet in the castle with half of the Organization missing, which was probably why Demyx had tried to turn his life into a musical. Bruixe spent half her time beating the crap out of him these days.

The halls were so empty that Bruixe found herself tiptoeing, because footsteps echoed for ages. She found she could make herself almost completely silent if she wanted to, a talent that Demyx and Roxas found extremely useful.

"You could be like, James Bond or something!" Demyx told her one day as they hung out in his room after a long spell in Twilight Town.. "Da-da-daaaa-da daaa…" He rolled around the room, fingers pointed into a gun shape. "Hey! I bet you could even spy on Xigbar."

"No way," Roxas told him. "That guy has like 20-20 hearing."

Bruixe dropped her face into her hands. "Tell me you did not just say that. Oh. My. God."

"Yeah she could," Demyx argued. "Bruixe is the BEST."

"Uh-uh," Roxas maintained. "No one spies on the Freeshooter. He's the one that does the spying."

"A hundred munny says she can do it," Demyx said confidently.

"You're on," the younger boy replied.

They both looked at Bruixe expectantly.

"Don't make me laugh," she told them, shaking her head. "There's no way I'm getting my ass in trouble for a stupid bet. Go to Luxord if you want to gamble."

"I bet she's scared," Demyx mock-whispered.

"I think you're right," Roxas agreed.

Bruixe knew she was being manipulated, but now that it was a challenge there was no way she was backing down. "I better be getting a cut of this munny," she muttered.

"Rules!" Roxas clarified. "You have to follow Xigbar until he talks to somebody."

"Yeah, and you have to hear the whole conversation," Demyx added. "So you can prove you did it."

"Fine," she huffed. "Where is he?"

Following the Freeshooter was the easy part, Bruixe discovered. Getting close enough to hear without being heard, now that was the challenge.

She got lucky; when she found Xigbar he was already talking to someone. A closer look revealed it to be Xaldin.

"…pointless to divide our forces," the Lancer was saying.

"Nah," Xigbar disagreed. "Divide and conquer."

"The saying is, 'unite and conquer,' fool," Xaldin told him.

"No it's not," the older man argued. "Divide and conquer. Alexander the Great."

"Who?"

"That's not the pont," Xigbar said, shaking his head. "The point of the Oblivion headquarters was to find the Room of Awakening."

What? Bruixe wondered.

"Meaningless," Xaldin scoffed. "It doesn't exist."

"Xemnas seems to think it does," Xigbar shrugged. "And this is the guy that found the first one. Who's to say there isn't a second?"

"He didn't discover the Room of Sleep, he built it," argued Xaldin.

"Are you sure?" asked Xigbar cockily. "You were there, Dilan."

Xaldin stiffened visibly. Must be his other's name, thought Bruixe.

"Yeah, you know what I'm talking about," Xigbar went on. "That room in the basement was there long before we took over. We weren't allowed in. So of course it was the first place Xemnas went when he was in control."

"But what's down there?" the Lancer mused.

"Who knows? Gotta be something, otherwise Xemnas wouldn't bother. And I'm guessing the Room of Awakening is important."

"I suppose," Xaldin agreed reluctantly. Then, "So he thinks it's in Castle Oblivion?"

Xigbar shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not, but it's at least somewhere to start looking."

Bruixe had heard enough. She hurried back to Demyx's room and told the boys what she had heard.

"What's he talking about?" Bruixe wanted to know once Roxas had reluctantly handed over Demyx's munny. "They took something over?"

"You don't know?" Demyx asked incredulously. "It's not exactly a secret. What all did Axel tell you when you moved in?"

"The top six founded the Organization," Bruixe shrugged. "That's about it."

"Well, they were apprenticed to this guy named Ansem," Demyx told her. "All six of them. I guess this Ansem guy was a genius scientist, studying worlds and hearts and all that good stuff. But he had some serious morals. Xemnas – well, he was called Xehanort back then, I guess – was his foremost apprentice, right? Almost as smart as Ansem himself. If you ask Xemnas, he was the smarter one all along. But anyway, Xehanort wants to study some door they found in the heart of their world. There's darkness flowing out of this door. But Ansem forbids him from studying it, says it's too dangerous, not to mess with it."

"But he does anyway," Bruixe guessed.

"Bingo," Demyx confirmed. "Xehanort and his apprentice buddies decide they've had enough of Ansem ordering them around. They betray Ansem and take over his lab. Xehanort pretends to be Ansem, so he can continue on with the experiments. Eventually all six of them lose their hearts, don't ask me how."

"And form the Organization," Bruixe finished. "So Xemnas is a no-good dirty rotten traitor."

"Basically," Demyx agreed.

"Bastard," she muttered. When she first met the Superior, Bruixe had thought he looked like her father. One reason not to like him. Now she had another.

"So the 'Room of Sleep' they were talking about is in Ansem's old lab?" Roxas wondered.

"Who knows?' Demyx asked. "It's not like Xemnas is telling anyone."

"Wonder if Axel and them will find the Room of Awakening like Xemnas wanted," Bruixe mused. "The way Xigbar was talking, he didn't seem to think they would."

"I don't think it's any of our business," Roxas said warily.

"If you say so," Bruixe said, not convinced. There were altogether too many secrets around this place, she decided.