Um . . . I was listening to "Bohemian Raphsody" [by Queen when I was writing this. I really don't know why. This is my very first Kingdom Hearts fanfiction. I'm so scared about how it'll turn out. I like to put my character profiles before the stories. It's just my style. +sigh+ I'M PATHETIC. PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MY TERRIBLE UGLINESS!

Demyx - o.o Wait . . . what does ugliness have to do with your writing skills?

Name: Annika Azeat

Name Meaning: Nothing

Age: 17

Specialties: Dark Flicker

Weapon: Angel Tamer [A black leather whip with a silver handle decorated with black jewels

Pairing: WHO KNOWS! o.O

World: Carcassonne

Appearance: Long silver hair, tan skinned, and gray eyes. She wears an extremely large red sweater, white leggings, and black slip-on shoes. [But she changes clothes, later on

A/N: xD I liked the word Carcassonne, so I used it for the name of my character's world. Yes, I'm aware it's the name of a French city. I get uncreative sometimes.

Chapter One: "Missing"

"The angel princess finally got her wings . . . And kissing her prince, they lived happily ever after."

Annika Azeat sat on the roof of her small-scaled house, chewing on a piece of strawberry taffy and reading her fairytale books. Having lived in the slums of Carcassonne all your life, candy was a huge luxury and her mother got it for her every time she got her paycheck. Overlooking the ran down apartment complexes, she saw the beautiful side of Carcassonne. The wealthy side. Cottages and mansions expanded across the land, facing the ocean. "I want that kind of life," she whispered to herself longingly. "What kind of life?" She heard a monotone voice ask from behind. Looking over her shoulder, Annika was surprised to see her mother standing behind her. "One where we have no worries. A life where dumb men can't boss us around, and you probably know who I'm referring to," she grumbled. Mrs. Azeat's face wrinkled up as she frowned down at her daughter. "That is no way to talk about your father. He can't work due to his illness."

"What fucking illness? The laziness disease? That man is not sick, he's a fucking bum! He has a wife and daughter, and you're telling me he's sick? He's not even making an effort to support us. Men are no good, especially him!"

Annika's mother raised a hand and struck her daughter in the face, leaving a red mark. "Annika Rosette Azeat . . . Don't you dare say such a thing. You've disrespected this family for far too long!" Annika hiccuped and stood up, her face just inches from her mothers. "If you would've saved your money to send me to the academy, instead of buying medicine for that jerk, then we wouldn't be having this conversation!" She stomped by her mother and went to her room, cramming her belongings into a duffle bag. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Annika gritted her teeth, knowing her father was standing there in the doorway behind her. "None of your damn business, old man!" She whirled around, her gray eyes piercing his raging green eyes. "If you think you're leaving, then you have another thing coming, girl." He lunged at her, his large strong hands wrapping around her thin neck. She struggled, scratching at his hands with all of her might. Her defense was to little avail. "Let go of me, now!" She managed to choke out. His grip got even tigher. Annika started to see colored dots flash before her eyes. And then, her vision began to fade out. I'm dying, she thought. Suddenly, she felt herself slump to the floor weakly. He had finally let go of her. Catching her breath, she felt tears slip down her face from fear. "I'm getting out of here," she gasped, reaching for her bag. A large foot crushed her hand, making her yelp. "You're not going anywhere, bitch," Mr. Azeat roared. He kicked her in the stomach and proceeded to grind his foot into her hand. Annika let out a cry of pain. "Stop, you jerk!" A long rope of dark energy started to form in her hand. Focusing on the energy, she transformed it into her weapon, the Angel Tamer. It was a silver handled whip decorated with black jewels.
"Don't mess with me, dude!"

With a quick motion of her arm, she wrapped the whip around his neck. "Who's the bitch now, huh?" She weakly helped herself up, bringing her father down. She Annika pulled the whip as tight as she could. The bones in his neck cracking with each jerk of the whip. "I'm leaving, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!" She kneed him in the face, releasing him from the leathery strangle. She quickly grabbed up her bag and dashed out of the room. "Annika, stop this instant!" Her mother stood at the exit of their ran down home. "No can do, mother." She grabbed her mother and threw her out of the way, finally escaping the hell she called a home. Looking back, she felt a new emotion erupt deep down inside. Sorrow. Tears streaked down her face as she realized, she really wasn't wanted. Her mother didn't care about her, nor did her father. The closest family lived on the other side of town in the wealthy areas, but they disowned her side of the family a long time ago. Standing under a streetlight, Annika took in a deep breath and scanned the area for a place of refuge. Knocking on the door of a tavern, an angry man poked his out of the window and screamed.

"Hey, kid, get the hell outta here! This ain't a place for runaway brats!"

"But, sir-"

"Outta here!"

She opened her mouth to protest again, but was stopped when a gun was being pointed in her face. "Oh . . . Uh, I understand." The gray eyed female backed up quickly and sat back under the streetlight. Waiting there for someone to pass by was a miserable experience, and stray dogs just wouldn't leave her alone. Peering up at the overly darkened sky, Annika felt cold droplets of rain fall from the sky. "Just great," she sighed. The rain got heavier and heavier, soaking her to the very bone. It was the middle of winter, and the rain wasn't making it any easier to deal with. Wrapping her arms around herself, she began to shiver. And even so, the shivering didn't help. She felt her body temperature quickly drop, as if she were coming down with hypothermia. Using what little strength she had, Annika looked around and saw small black shadows scampering around the place. They morphed in and out of the darkness, slipping into homes and alleys. Screams could be heard from random buildings, as if people were being harmed. Falling over onto her side, the last thing Annika saw was a figure in a black hood standing over her.

TO BE CONTINUED! o.O