A/N: Well, here it is. I took a long time. I'm a busy bee lately. 35 more days til MTAC, you know? I have so much to do. Here you go, hope you like it.

Roxas could smell smoke and feel waves of heat lick his skin. We snapped his eyes open to look at the night sky. Sky? Wasn't he at the headquarters? He felt around him, grass. Why was he outside? Wasn't he in bed? Roxas sat up. His eyes laid upon a house. This house looked so familiar... this was his house! His very first house. The house his mother and his father bought together, his actual father. Why was it on fire? Who would want to burn down this house? It was beautiful. A wide porch that wrapped around the front, two pillars in front of an entrance, and a nice red door. The red door opened revealing, his mother? That woman, that disgusting excuse for a human, needed to be burning like the house was. Roxas wanted to hear her scream, scream like the foundation, scream like all the nails, scream like all the floor boards and old furniture that are now burning. He made a mad dash too her. He wanted to see the life slowly drain out of her eyes. What had become of him?

"Mom!" he raged, fists clenched. She frantically searched around, ignoring the boy's calls. "Mom!" Roxas made a grasp at her shoulder. His hand just slid right through it, like she was made of vapor. "What...?" He tried again, and again, and again. What in the world was the place? His mother dashed back into the house.

"Cloud! Roxas!" She screamed. Cloud? That was his dad. Roxas ran inside and there he saw it. There were burning family photos, shriveling and becoming nothing. He remembered those curtains that were now engulfed by a mass of reds and oranges. That was their old couch and that was their old desk. It was all melting and screaming at the fire. He ran down the hallway.

There was a child, hiding underneath a bed. His bed- his old bed. That child's face was clouded by smoke. He was crying and calling for help. He looked like someone. Roxas bent down and squinted his eyes. That was... him? That was him! Was this a dream? This had to be.

Roxas leaned in closer. There were two children, hiding underneath that bed. The other one had red hair and emerald green eyes. "Axel?" Roxas backed away quickly. Through the door came Cloud, running towards the two children, tossing the bed to the side, and rushing out of the burning room. That was his dad. The man he's been waiting for so long, the man he's been missing. And that was Axel. The man that kidnapped Roxas. They were friends when they were younger?

"Celia! Take them!" Cloud shoved the kids to Celia, "Run! GO!" Something was caught. Roxas ran towards his father and saw that his foot was through the floorboard.

"Dad! I'll help you!" Roxas felt the tears around his eyes. He pushed his dad. He tried to pull his foot up from the floor. His hand simply went through them like mist. But, he tried. He tried so hard. There was nothing he wanted more than to just save his father. Cloud's pants caught on fire, then his shirt, then Cloud. Roxas stood their, trying to put out the flames, trying to move his father.

And that's when Roxas' memory came flooding back, and he realized that his world had already fallen apart.

Roxas opened his eyes and squirmed in his bed. Pain surged through his body as his chest moved rapidly in and out. Axel. That was his childhood best friend. They played pirates together and tried to convince their mothers that invisible kool-aid was the same thing as water. Axel was the one who introduced him to a lighter after they watched the grocery store burn down. They both though fire was a beautiful sight. He was only five. Axel was eight. He was the one that said 'just practice' when Roxas wasn't strong enough to ignite it. He was the one who was there to watch him catch his house on fire. He was the one who saw Roxas strike it near a curtain, and he was the one who watched Roxas life go up in flames. Roxas hated Axel. He hated him more than anything in the whole wide world right now.

Roxas remembered everything and this time he wasn't going to let it go.

oOoOoOoOo

Demyx sat on the ragged couch located in the main room of the Organization's headquarters staring at the television that faded in and out with static. A man with a sickening tan and concrete hair blabbered on occasionally flashing his clean, white smile at the viewers. Demyx believed that you should watch the news, even if half the stories were either depressing or completely irrelevant, such as who won a singing competition or which celebrities are getting divorced. Demyx liked the stories about the cute puppies finally making it home to their long lost owners, unlike the one on now, which was about some person who was murdered at the Wonderland Casino. Demyx remembered the first time he stepped foot into that sleazy atmosphere. The bar girls who walked around with shiny trays, the men betting their lives upon a little ball that spun around and around. Demyx never was one for gambling. He always lost. Luxord really liked to go there, though. That's who took him there in the first place.

Speaking of Luxord, he hadn't come back to the Organization for two days, at least. Demyx wondered where he was while slowly pulling a spoon full of vegetable soup up to his lips. Demyx liked Luxord. He had a silly accent and a morale that was to admire. Plus, he had some nice facial hair. Demyx always tried to grow some, but in the end he was just stuck with his baby bottom skin. Demyx rubbed his chin remorsefully for the beard that would never grow.

After Demyx's short-lived depression, Xemnas walked into the room with his glasses at the tip of his nose. The man's white oxford was pushed up to his elbows and the silver-gray hair was tied neatly into a pony tail. He let out a heavy breath and turned off the television. The television seemed to sigh in relief after having to keep a constant battle within its circuits to keep the grainy pictures.

"Hey now, I was watching that!" Demyx complained. Zexion, who was sitting next to Demyx, continued reading without even noticing that anything, or anyone, was talking. The room was eerily quiet.

"Luxord is dead." Xemnas stated as calm as possible, even though pain was slowly washing over his face. It was his job the keep his composure. He was the boss and if people realized he was even a little upset about this, they might not take him seriously.

"What? That wasn't the death at the Wonderland, right?" Demyx choked. Zexion placed his book on the coffee table and stared, solemn faced.

"I'm sad to say it was." The silver haired man said gently.

"How'd you find out?" Zexion asked, crossing his legs and placing his hand on his own knee. This was a good question. The real Luxord had been legally dead for the last couple years. Also, there was no way they could have traced him back to the Organization. Marluxia left not a single track, ever.

"Saix." Xemnas looked down immediately after speaking the man's name. The air tasted bitter. The atmosphere seemed to have no flavor of emotional. It was nothing. That's what everyone felt, empty. Losing one of their kind hit them hard.

"Xemnas did something happen between you and Saix?" Demyx questioned, near tears. He noticed something was off about Xemnas. His strong aura was diminished.

"Yes," Xemnas took a deep breath, "Saix won't be with us anymore because... because he left." Demyx sucked in a breath of air as Zexion's eyebrow rose.

"What do you mean not with us anymore? Did he die too? Are we being targeted? Spoke the bookworm.

"No, Saix did not die. Yes, we are being targeted. We're being targeted by Larxene and-" Xemnas seemed to not be able to muster up the capability of speaking the last word.

"Saix..." Demyx whispered as Xemnas nodded his head to confirm the boy was right. "How could he do that!" Demyx banged his fists onto the table. "We're a family!" He yelled through tears. "A family!".

"Demyx," Xemnas placed a hand on the blonde's knee, "I can't believe it either."

oOoOoOo

"Hello Xigbar" Larxene smirked as she sat down across from him. They were at a restaurant. One of the nice ones, with dim rooms and candle lit tables. Larxene had been slinking around southern Twilight Town, looking around for Organization member away from their nest. Her spirits were at all time high when she thought about the news of Luxord's death finally hitting the Organization. She was going to rip them apart member by member. She had a mental list of who she wanted on her side and who she would kill off once they got strong.

"Hey Larxene. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Xigbar chuckled in a surfer's accent.

"How have you been?" She tried to start casual conversation while sharing a basket of rolls.

"Don't play sneaky, I know what you did." Good, it seems the news had gotten out.

"Who? Me?" She stuck a hand to her chest and put on an innocent mask.

"Yes, Larxene," Xigbar laughed, "You. You were the one who killed Luxord. Why'd you do it?"

"Because he wouldn't join" Larxene put bluntly while spinning her bread plate. She never understood the concept of this specific plate. It's not like anyone ever used them.

"Join what exactly?" Xigbar said through a mouthful of half-chewed food.

"My own form of the Organization. We won't be doing any of that 'for the public good' bull shit." Larxene scoffed at the mere thought of how she used to be in the Organization. Xigbar raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds intriguing..." Larxene arched an eyebrow and smirked, "count me in." Xigbar stated and shoved another roll into his mouth.

A/N: Don't hate me. Hehehe cx