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"Not only have we captured a traitor, the prince, and the prince's little guard," Sephiroth stated, looking into the cells, "but also we have captured The Graceful Assassin and The Gambler of Fate of the Organization." He smirked. "True, it wasn't your beloved leader, but beggars can't be choosers, you know."

"Oh, sod off, you prat." Luxord scoffed. "You brag more more than a slag."

"No idea what you said, but I have a feeling you insulted me." Sephiroth stated.

"He's British, even don't we understand what he says most of the time. Usually it's just best to grin and nod when he talks." Marluxia admitted, not missing the rude gesture sent his way (in a joking way, of course). "Knowing him, though usually a gentlemen, I think he did insult you."

"Twice, actually." Luxord admitted.

"Well, make yourself comfortable; in a week, we have an execution and while our little prince is priority, I will take pleasure in having all five of you beheaded publicly." Sephiroth said. "And two members of the Organization only makes it better; your group has been a thorn in my side since I took my place."

"We wouldn't be that way if you hadn't had people slaughtered, including the king and queen, and steal the throne for your own ambitions." Marluxia stated.

"Hmm. No matter, though. When the anniversary date of my reign comes around, I'll put an end to the hopes that little Prince Ienzo will return and take the throne and overthrow me." Sephiroth stated, walking off.

"I'm really hating him more and more..." Roxas grumbled.

"I'm thankful every day that Riku and the others aren't exactly like him." Axel said. "Sure, Kadaj can be a little ambitious, but he doesn't seem as bad as Sephiroth." He then looked to another cell. "You okay, Zexion? Or should I be..."

"Don't call me that other name." Zexion sighed.

"You're worried about Sora, right?" Roxas asked.

"What if he's hurt? What if he couldn't get to safety?" Zexion asked. "I know I should be more concerned for myself in this situation but Sora… Not to mention my uncle… I was supposed to meet him after all this time..."

"You mean Saïx, right?" Marluxia inquired. "He was fighting at our side… I doubt he's dead; he's a tough guy to fight. I should know; I've done training against him and each time, I get my ass handed to me on a silver platter." Zexion chuckled a bit. "Besides, Sora's that siren, right? My guess is that Xemnas made sure he was taken to safety."

"I hope they're okay..." Zexion stated. He then looked around. "And I really don't want to die… so I hope we can get out of here..."

"Well, I'm open for suggestions." Axel said. "A plan would be nice."

"These dungeons were only used, when my parents ruled, to house the most severe of criminals. Prior to that, when my grandfather was king, it was used as a fortified hold in case of an attack on the kingdom. It's not easy to break in, let alone break out. You need inside help, pretty much." Zexion explained. "And last I checked, guards are either on Sephiroth's side or too afraid to stand up to him."

"Understandable why since I spoke out against him and now look where I am." Axel chuckled some. "Worth it, though."

"Really? It's worth getting locked up and put on the execution list?" Roxas inquired.

"Yeah. I did a good act, got to fight by your side, get to stick with you, and got to voice my opinion." Axel stated. "Besides… Riku's my best friend; he may try something to get us out or convince his father to forgo the execution."

"Hate to break it to you, love," Luxord interjected, "but it's not likely, not even for little silver locks. At least for three of us."

"Well, our hopes is probably going to either be on the people for an uprising or the Organization in finding a way to get us out." Marluxia rationalized.

"I think something will come up." Zexion said. "I know Sora… he won't give up on Roxas and me… and I don't think my uncle will, either."

"I want everyone on high alert." Sephiroth ordered. "Tighten security around the palace and in the town; I don't want any mistakes. In a week, the execution will be held; nothing will go wrong. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir." the head guard said, going off to give the others to the others.

Out of sight and hearing range, Reno met with Cloud and Squall. Reno was on edge, his younger brother locked and having a death sentence hung over him. Even Riku, who had been forbidden to visit Axel in the dungeon, couldn't do anything to help.

"This can't go on..." Reno mumbled. "If the kid is executed then… and… my brother..."

"Squall, do you think you can get this worked out?" Cloud inquired, looking to the brunette guard. "We only have a week."

"I've got some ideas… I just need to get out there." Squall stated.

"Then get moving; we've got you covered." Reno stated.

Squall nodded and left, grabbing a cloak and slipping out of the palace walls. He stuck to the shadows, hiding in the alleys and slipping through, going unseen by any guards that passed, unrecognized by any civilians that noticed him, and overall hidden from the world and perceived as unimportant. This was one of the things he did, though, and Cloud and Reno both knew of it.

Squall was a guard, yes, but also an informant. He wasn't part of it, but he helped the Organization, relaying information to mainly Vexen who, unlike most of the others, could get around without being noticed or at least without anyone paying mind to him. Guards didn't exactly know him by appearance (whereas most of the other members they did know) and civilians knew him as a healer; nothing more, nothing less, though very few who did help the Organization did know him as a member of the group.

Squall went to a certain alley, one that only stray cats and rats would occasionally occupy. He leaned against a wall, not minding the cat that rubbed around his ankles. He had to wait so he could get a message to Vexen. That was when he saw a kid.

"Psst. Kid." Squall got the kid's attention.

"Mister, your back." the kid, a young boy, pointed out, getting to the alley. "Need something?"

"Get the healer for me, okay? Without the guards, too." Squall said, handing over a bag of coins to pay the boy for that service. "Tell him the alley cat needs him."

"Yes, sir." the boy said, accepting the payment and running off.

This was normal. Some of the guards who were in on this, though there were very few, would put together money to use as payment so Squall could get out there and give and receive information needed. Squall would mainly use children to get them to get Vexen for him; they were small, could go unnoticed, and quick on their feet. Guards wouldn't suspect children of much, other than goofing off, playing around, and not doing their chores.

Squall also paid them for their services of either delivering information, if he was in a rush, or sending Vexen to him. It was a job, more or less, and it was right to pay them. The children always appreciated it, able to help their families. Most of the children even knew him, they would call him either Mister or Alley Cat while Vexen was simply the healer or, when questioned by guards, thesnow fairy. These nicknames kept things discrete because if a guard did question them, it kept them hidden. Saying the alley cat wants us to find the snow fairy just made them think it was a game they were playing.

It was, for lack of a better word, flawless.

"Kitty cat, kitty cat, with a gaze so cold, looking for a fairy of the snow." came a voice.

"Silver wings, silver wings, as cold as ice, finding the cat, not a crow." Squall responded.

A code. It was how they greeted each other, letting the other know that they came alone. It was simple, really, but something they could trust.

"You called." Vexen showed himself, going into an alley. "Shall we talk elsewhere?"

"Only if you know someplace more discrete." Squall responded. "It's very important, so I hope you have time."

"Injuries have been treated… I have time." Vexen responded. "Come with me, let's go and talk in that place."

"Let's hope I don't return smelling like death then." Squall said, walking off with Vexen to a place hidden and secretive so they could talk.

Heyo, lovelies!

Luxord being pointed out as British and sometimes hard to understand was inspired by an episode of Demyx Time I had watched who knows how long ago. It was a fun thing to throw in here as a reference, and my bestie approved and even thought it was the best reference to use in a Kingdom Hearts fic.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Ciao!

~ Chibi