Bah, bought myself a new laptop and I'm trying to get used to writing on it. The word processor is different than the one on my desktop and it doesn't recognize the old files at all! D:

So, updates are going to be scarce for a while. As some of you know (actually I think only Brinkmess knows) I'm going to be moving to Wyoming. My mom is coming to town for the next few weeks and in that time I have to pack up a majority of my stuff so that by the time she leaves, I can send it back with her so I don't have to rent a U-haul when I make the move. WHICH MAKES FOR A VERY BUSY ME.

Also, I'm going to be making a trip to Disneyland with my friend Monica this weekend so if you'd like to hang out with me at what could possibly be the last trip I take to Disneyland EVAR (ha ha, unlikely) then hit me up with a PM and I'll give you my cell so we can hang out and get plastered and whatnot.

Other than that, I dunno. Enjoy? This story is drawing to a close. What was once a 5 year gap from "Every Bit of You" is now a mere two year gap.

By the end of January in 1920, prohibition had been declared an official law throughout America.

Thanks to Marluxia's impeccable foresight, we'd purchased enough alcohol to last us the next few years for distribution purposes. We spent most of that early Spring moving it from a small apartment in New York City to Milwaukee Illinois. It made for long days of stressful travel but my bonds with Roxas and Lexaeus did grow considerably. I trusted that they would do whatever it took to make Marluxia happy, just like I would.

Of course, Marluxia himself and Axel were nowhere around to help us at that time.

They were working toward Marluxia's ultimate goal, the real reason he had been meeting in private with Axel, and they were growing so close. They did a damn good job keeping it a secret from me. Even Roxas and Lexaeus didn't know much more than the basics of it.

Zexion however, he'd known everything all along…

… … …

"Have you ever heard of the Gabbiani family?" Zexion asked as he took a seat across the way from Naminé in the parlor room.

Naminé huffed and crossed her arms. She was irritated to say the least. For the last year and a half she'd spent a lot less time being treated like a lady and a lot more time being treated like "one of the guys." She'd been used to it back in New York. Most the prostitutes there were classless broads anyhow. But once Marluxia took her in she'd grown accustomed to being treated like a lady. Then all of this prohibition mess started and she'd been doing more work than lazing about like a dainty creature. Now that she thought about it, she actually preferred being kept in the dark. Now all the boys wanted to do was talk business with her. "Is that all you have to say to me Zexion? You haven't seen me in over a year, then you barely arrive and haven't said more than ten words to me. Now suddenly you ask me if I know who some family is, as though I'm supposed to know or care?"

Zexion cocked an eyebrow and looked Naminé up and down. "What would you have me say?"

"I don't know! Something, anything more than that! Compliment me on how grown up I've become! How pretty I've become! Something!" Naminé stamped her foot down and stared hard at Zexion as he continued to blink at her in silence.

"You would have me lie?" Zexion heard her gasp and forced down a chuckle as she became enraged. "You haven't changed much at all. Still the same height, same weight. Same impatient little child that you've always been. If at all possible, I think you've lost a smidgen of eloquence."

Naminé growled and turned quickly away from Zexion. "You can go to hell."

"Look, I don't have time to fawn over you and shower you with praise. You know you're very pretty and you know I think that. I would have hoped that you'd matured enough in this past year that you don't need to hear those things constantly to know that's what people think of you. We have more important matters to discuss, now please have a seat." Zexion motioned to the seat across from him and watched as Naminé hesitantly made her way toward him and sat. "Good. So, the Gabbiani family. Have you ever heard of them?"

"Once, I think." Naminé furrowed her brow in thought. "I think I may have overheard Marluxia talking to a man named Axel about them. But everything they discuss is so hush hush. I never know."

Zexion nodded slowly. "It makes sense. If you were going to hear the name, it would be from one of those two."

Naminé deepened her look of confusion. "You know about Axel? How long have you known?"

"Since before I even met you. It isn't important. What is important is that he's done a very helpful thing for Marluxia and I." Zexion held up a hand as Naminé opened her mouth to protest. "He has, and it has nothing to do with this prohibition plan, although he has expressed extreme interest in becoming part of that as well."

"How do you know all this?" Naminé gawked at Zexion in disbelief. "I mean, I know you and Marluxia are family but I didn't think you were involved in all of this." She sighed and crossed her arms. "Alright, that's enough. I'm tired of all this. If I'm not going to be kept in the dark anymore then I want to know everything. Not just about the prohibition plan, but Axel's involvement with Marluxia. Who is he exactly and what is he doing that is so great?"

"In addition to putting Marluxia in contact with people who will help make us money?" Zexion took in a deep breath and stared at Naminé seriously. "He's helped us find the one's responsible for Nami's death."

Naminé froze. She stared at Zexion in awe. This was the first time she'd heard anyone speak Marluxia's sister's name. Despite that she had no proof it was the girl's name, somehow she just knew. And everything… every single last thing made sense to her now. The girl's name was Nami. Her own name was Naminé. The similarities were uncanny between the two of them already, but this was so much more unsettling. She felt like she couldn't breathe as she continued to stare at Zexion.

"It took a long time and a lot of searching. Even when Marluxia and I felt like giving up, Axel promised us he'd find the ones that took Nami from us. Meanwhile Marluxia cooked up this brilliant plan, seeing how many people were rallying for prohibition. He knew we could make money. More money than our own fathers made. He found Lexaeus, knowing we'd need someone strong. Roxas was just extra man power, but he's proven beneficial."

"And what about me?" Naminé stared hard at Zexion. "What am I? Just another hard worker?"

Zexion shook his head as he saw tears forming in the girl's eyes. "Naminé, don't you think for one second that Marluxia doesn't care for you. What you said when we first met was true. Marluxia said you could never take Nami's place, but that's exactly what he wants you to do. He wants you to fill the hole in his heart and you have. That doesn't mean we shouldn't try to get revenge."

Naminé nodded slowly, swallowing down the despair she felt. Even if she was just some worthless worker to Marluxia, he'd still given her a great life and she still wanted to do whatever it took to make him happy. "So the Gabbiani family. I'm assuming they're the ones responsible?"

"You would be correct in assuming that. Specifically, the thugs of the Gabbiani family work for their only son. He's an aspiring business man, much like Marluxia, looking to surpass his father. His methods, however, are disagreeable. Mugging helpless people on the street was their start, and look what happened because of it. Now he must pay and we are ensuring that he will indeed pay for what he's done."

Naminé swallowed hard and nodded. "We're going to have him killed, aren't we?"

Zexion watched Naminé calmly for a moment, the look on her face seemingly stating that she was unopposed to the idea. He smiled softly. "Well, what would we be contributing to Nami's memory if we just let that filth roam the earth?"