A/N: Ariexan: Keyblader for Organization Thirteen after Roxas. (New Number Thirteen) She reminds Xigbar of Bianca, so he calls her the same pet name as he did Bianca.

Xigbar was sent on a solo mission to take out a constantly rising threat to the Organization. He came out in a revived Radiant Gardens. Memories of his own daughter rushed into his mind. He looked around; his breath puffing out in clouds, with temperatures at near freezing; snow was drifting down gracefully. No one was out on the eerily quiet night. That was why he noticed the creeping black clad figure that was edging along the light grey brick wall. He quickly checked the picture that Saix had given him, a spitting image of what was inching along a few feet in front of him.

Teleporting in front of them; an arrowgun raised to meet the person's face. He couldn't see past the hood. There was a gasp from the shorter, thinner person in front of him.

"I was ordered to kill you, are we going to make this hard or are you just gunna give in now?" He asked them, trying real hard to tell whom it was, maybe someone he used to know.

"Depends, which one is more fun? Me putting up a fight, or you putting a bullet in my head?" The voice jumped out from behind the shadows, it was almost familiar. Before he knew it the person was gone. A blow into his side from behind sent him flying into the wall. Hands grabbed his shoulders and flung him across the alley, a second assailant greeted him, a blow to his stomach and a nasty hit to the throat, making him fall to the ground and gasp for breath.

"You've gotten rusty, old man." The voice said darkly. A pair of black boots came up in his vision. Unable to respond, he just looked up, still unable to see from his lower angle who it was behind those shadows. He knew they were looking down on him in cold hatred; it made the hair on the back of his neck prick.

"How-how, w-would you know?" He said looking down on the ground. There was a dark laugh.

"I saw Braig in his prime, when he was unmatched. Now I alone can get you wheezing on the ground without even trying. Me, of all people." More dark laughter followed.

"I really thought his Nobody would be as strong as him. Huh, guess not. Shame." They said, looking up at the sky, the hood falling away from their face slightly, showing the tip of a gently pointed tan nose.

Xigbar took the chance to tackle them, having caught his breath again. The girl gave an outraged scream and shifted her weight, sending him into the wall again. Who the hell was she?

"Who, are you!" He yelled, pulling his arrow guns. She straightened up, laughing like a maniac.

"As if I'd tell you." The person hissed at him, Xigbar gasped, that tone….

Don't you use that tone with me, Bianca.

But Dad!

NO! The flash of the memory was enough for the girl, Bianca, maybe, to knock the gun out of his hand, grab his wrist, and slam him against the wall. Xigbar fought back a groan.

"Bianca, is that you?" He asked, sounding oh so weak, hoping to catch her off guard. There was a dark laugh from her, no cigar...

"The Bianca you knew... is long gone. Your little Princess is gone, Braig." She hissed. A knife sunk into the wall, cutting his ear, Xigbar hissed in pain.

"Have fun being Xehanort's tool." The voice said, he was unleashed; he whipped around, arrowguns ready. She was gone, was Bianca dead, had he lead his own daughter to her death? Was she one of the Snipers he controlled? Was she the person whom he just confronted? No, she would've recognized him, she would've yelled after him and hugged him around his torso like she used to. Bianca wouldn't have attacked him; he looked back to the wall. The knife was still there, a piece of paper wavered down from the handle; tied to it by a string. Xigbar narrowed his good eye at it. He walked over to it, pulling the knife out of the wall.

He picked the piece of paper up out of the air, studying the knife first. His eye widened again.

I know we're Freeshooters, and that we have gun power, but always have a knife, just in case. All right, Princess? The thirteen year old looked at Braig.

You know, most parents ban their kids from having guns and knives. She told him, getting out of her seat and taking the pocketknife. Braig laughed and tassled her hair.

Just trust me, Princess, I'm old, I know what I'm doing. Braig told her, she smiled, giggling her cute girlish giggle. Making her father smile.

This was Bianca's knife, the one he gave to her when she was thirteen. That had to be Bianca. He read the paper.

Remember her, Braig? It wasn't Bianca's handwriting. And that wasn't Bianca that attacked him. He was both relieved and broken. Was his daughter dead? He looked back at the dark corridor.

But that person knew Xehanort's name, and the fact that Xemnas was originally Xehanort. Maybe Bianca had told her; maybe that girl was one of Bianca's rare female friends

For once in ten years, the sadness that Xigbar felt was so overwhelming that a lone tear slid down his scarred cheek.

"I am so sorry, Bianca. I should've listened to you when you warned me about him. I should've listened, maybe, none of this would've ever happened." He muttered, looking up at the sky. Remembering how when Bianca was little, she would tug him outside and make him watch the stars with her.

Xigbar smiled a little, the memory easing the pain a little.

"Xigbar, are you alright? Saix decided to send you some backup in case the threat had gotten any stronger since Xaldin fought them." He heard the female voice of the semi new Keyblader, Ariexan coming up to him. He turned.

"Fine." He said curtly, Ariexan must've taken it as angry. She shrunk back away from him a few feet.

"Your ear, did you face them, did you kill them?" She asked urgently. Grabbing his lower arm, Bianca used to do the same thing when she freaked out. The fire in Ariexan's silver eyes was nothing compared to that in those dark sapphire blue eyes though.

"They got away. You should've gotten here quicker, I'm getting slow." Xigbar said, realizing that the mysterious enemy was right.

"Well then lets get after them. They can't hurt someone I care about and get away with it!" Ariexan hissed. Xigbar laughed.

"Another day, Princess, let's get home." He told her. Ariexan's jaw went slack. She squared it again.

"NO WAY! You can't just give up that way, you're Xigbar!" Ariexan yelled. Xigbar smiled, looking back down to the knife in his hand.

"You got a pen or pencil in your pack, Rix?" He asked her. Ariexan shrugged, slinging the pack down over her arm and kneeling, rummaging in her bag. She looked up and offered him a pen. He took it.

"Thanks Rix." He told her.

"What's that for anyways?" She asked him as he bore down on the wall, writing a reply.

I could never forget my Princess. He stabbed it back into the wall, hoping his attacker would find it.

"A message for the lost, I guess. You ever tell someone I said something like that I'll shoot you." Xigbar told her, Ariexan raised her hands up in surrender.

"I won't I swear." Ariexan told him. Xigbar nodded.

"Now, lets get home before you get sick and Luxord kills me." Xigbar said, looking up to the sky once more.

"Axel told me that he and Saix are from here." Ariexan told him as they walked away from the alley.

"Most of the founding members are from here. Me included." He replied. Ariexan looked up to him.

"Really, cool, you ever run into Axel and Saix before you lost your hearts?" Ariexan asked him, suddenly energized by this newfound information.

"Only too often." He said. Ariexan looked at him and tilted her head. He couldn't help but feel watched. He probably wanted Bianca to be around, so he was probably imagining she was watching from the shadows.

"I'll explain later, maybe Axel'll tell you if you ask, maybe even Saix. Now for the fourth time, lets get home."