Back at their headquarters, The Organization was in celebration of their latest victory. Drinks were passed around and swallowed in earnest, as laughing and excited chatter echoed off of the old, mostly bare walls of the building's lobby. Sometime ago, they had seized the abandoned apartment complex before The Disorder could get their hands on it. While most of the rooms were in awful shape, quite a few were rather decent, and they made good places to relax or even live in. All meetings, though, were to be held down in the foyer.

Xemnas stood up from his seat, raising a hand to signal everyone to be quiet. After only a minute or so, the conversations died down and all eyes and ears were focused on the man.

"Firstly," he said, in a deep, resounding voice, "I would like to say well done to our newest member's success this morning. Because of Xedramon, we now have control of a critical point within the vicinity."

He raised his glass, respectfully, as the other members raised theirs, some voicing their congratulations. Her two friends, a young, black haired boy around her age and an older boy with sandy blonde mullet-like hair gave her smiles. She smiled back, half-heartedly. It was nice to be recognized, but her mind was in other places. She couldn't seem to focus on anything but him…

She couldn't get him off her mind…

The tanned man droned on for some time, before releasing the members to do whatever they wanted with the rest of their evening. Everyone filed out…except for her. Xed just stayed where she was, seated on the sofa, staring blankly into the untouched cup of beer someone passed her.

"You're awful quiet." The mullet boy sat down next to her, curiosity shining in his jade green eyes. "Something up?"

"It's nothing, Demyx…" she partially lied. In truth, it really was nothing; nothing to him. But it was to her.

Either way, he didn't buy it. "Seriously, what's wrong? You look kinda…confused, or something."

She sat there quietly for a moment. "…who exactly was that kid?"

"Kid?"

"The one I fought today."

"Oh…you mean Roxas." Demyx sighed. "He's part of The Disorder. Just added about a week ago. He's not half bad in fighting."

"Roxas…" she repeated to herself, slowly. " I should probably apologize to him…that was a pretty low blow I laid on him…

"Pssh." Demyx waved the idea off. "He had it coming, with that knife *hit he pulled on you. He's bad news, though. Everyone in The Disorder is." A frown slipped onto the boy's face. "They're all crooks…wicked people. They're real jerks and for a long time they've been pushing our buttons, just threatening to totally screw everything up. You gonna drink that?"

She shook her head and handed him the cup. He took a long drink, before sighing his satisfaction.

"I don't get this. Why are we fighting? Why the division?" the girl asked. "We're all bad people. We've stolen, we've fought, we've hurt…so why are we pitted against each other this way? Can't we all just be one big gang?"

"No can do, chickie."

The two looked up to see Xigbar, a tall man with long, black hair, streaked with silver and pulled into a ponytail stride into the room. His eyes –his good eye, rather—, though golden like some of the others, didn't hold the malice that they did. Instead, they were quite friendly and mischievous.

Xed answered, "And why's that?"

Then man took a seat on the arm of the sofa, reaching over and taking the half-empty cup of beer from Demyx and downing it in one go, ignoring the boy's protests and grumbles. When he was done, he tossed the cup into the trashcan, nearly missing it.

"No one's ever really known just HOW we started it up, but some years back the gangsters of Destiny Islands just got fed up with each other, and split into two different groups. Of the two, The Organization has more…I guess you could call it 'class'…than The Disorder. We're more honest." He smirked. "As honest as gangsters get, anyways…"

"And The Disorder?"

Xigbar frowned. "The Disorder's always been known to be sneaky and dishonest. Their leader, that blonde chick? Yeah, she's a nightmare on stilettos.—"

"A total *itch." Demyx cut in. The man nodded, and continued,

"Anyways, she always tried to find loopholes and excuses to do whatever the hell she wants. And her little gang of lackeys just follow along with her. But there's gotta be limited, y'know? Even gangsters like us need rules too. That's why The Code was made."

The brunette raised an eyebrow. "The Code?"

"Yup." Her young friend chirped in. "It's a bunch of rules that all gangsters have to live by. You don't EVER break The Code. Or hell breaks loose."

"What does the code entail?"

"Well…" Xigbar began counting off on his fingers. "Number One: You don't attack anyone that doesn't attack you. Number Two: Fights, unless specified, are fists-only. No weapons. Which is why we're particularly *issed at Roxas. Anyways, Number Three: No killing. Ever."

A small shiver ran down the girl's spine. She knew that gangs were violent…but she could never imagine having to kill someone…or even be connected to a killing.

The scarred man continued, "Number Four: No Fraternizing with the other gang. That is considered treachery. Number Five: Only the leader may carry a gun. Only then, and no one else."

"Why?"

"Because, Xed, you can't use what you don't have. Shooting is coward. Real gangsters fight with their bare hands, not a bullet."

"Oh…"

"Moving on… Number Six: You do not point a gun at anyone unless one is pointed at you. Number Seven: You do NOT shoot a gun at ANYONE. However, if Number Six is followed, Number Seven won't be a problem. And the final rule, Number Eight: The Code is law. You may not defy the code, ever. And if you do…well, you're in deep *hit."

The three sat in silence for a while, before the man stood up, bid them goodnight, and walked off. Demyx looked over at his companion.

"I'm not happy about the division either…but it just…is. So forget about that boy because now he's your enemy. Just…stay away from them. From him. They're not good people."

The brunette sighed deeply, laying back and looking up at the plain, worn ceiling. Reluctantly, she nodded her agreement. The boy smiled and ruffled her hair fondly, before getting up and walking out.

She sat there for a while, in silence, as the skies outside grew darker and the night descended further, just like her never ending thoughts.

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He couldn't find her anywhere.

The chase was on.

"You got lucky last time. I could've easily beat you, hands down."

"Well then, bring it!"

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