Hello to whoever stumbles upon this story. Just a head's up. I have this story written down and the beginning is a little rocky but I think it gets better. This is my first story to go on Fanfiction and its not very good so only constructive criticism please! Oh and it's rated T just to be safe. Here's the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter One: Jail Bird

I peered out through the cell bars and into the hallway. Everything was so bright here, entirely too bright for my tastes. That made me think back to my room and that, in turn, made me ponder the omnipresent question: How did I get here?

Oh, that's right. That guy with the flaming hair came and kidnaped me from my house, destroyed my world and brought me to this...place. So here I am, in a cell, cold, hungry and with some blue-haired, creepy guy sitting outside standing guard. But why did my kidnapper take me in the first place?

I didn't dare talk to anyone anymore. The last guy I tried to talk to kept prodding me with questions about, well, darn near everything and I think as he left he mumbled something about asking permission to "experiment" with me. After that, I kept quiet. I don't think I want to find out what will happen if I piss someone off, not after that huge guy had cell duty late last night.

I again turned my attention to the hall as someone new came down to the last cell where I was to take over the watch. This one didn't look as threatening as the last one so I cautiously scooted over to the bars to look down the hall after the blue-haired guy.

The current watchman had blue-silver hair but not as bright a blue as the last one. He gave me a once-over before opening the book in his hand to read but not before scoffing lightly at the small girl, me, being held captive in the cell.

All of the people I have seen are strange and all of them, even the quiet one right here intimidated me. Of course, I only imagine I haven't seen all of them. This is too big of a place for just the few that I've seen to live in all by themselves.

I moved back to the cot that was built into the wall and curled up to sleep.

When I woke up again, no one was outside the cell so I took this opportunity to plan my move.

Unfortunately, picking the lock was out of the question because as far as I could see, there was no lock, just the bars. This made me wonder how they kept me in here but after an experimental tug at the bars and receiving a painful zap, I decided I didn't need to find out.

I leaned back against the wall and whacked my head on it in frustration. What good would it do if I got out anyway? It's not like I would get very far.

–Axel's POV–

I probably shouldn't have taken that girl. Just turned her into a Dusk and left but I couldn't do it for some reason. I just hadn't seen anyone like her before and, I had to admit, she intrigued me.

She had come into the house in that...wheelchair, I guess, and she looked so helpless, sitting there in horror. Well, I couldn't just leave her there by herself when her whole family was now a bunch of Dusks...so I picked her up, tossed her over my shoulder, and opened a portal back to The World That Never Was. She struggled (a lot) not liking the idea of being taken captive very much. I can only guess how much she doesn't like being in that cell Xemnas had me put her in.

Speaking of Xemnas, he was now closing the meeting. "Does anyone have any other matters to discuss?"

I raised my hand.

"Axel?" he called on me.

"What about the girl?" I asked.

"The girl? What girl?" demanded Xaldin. I sighed. They forgot already? She only got here yesterday!

"The girl down in the cell," I reminded them.

"Does it matter?" Larxene asked. "She can just rot down there, we don't have a purpose for her."

"She is quite...entertaining, however. Her mind would be easy to manipulate," Zexion spoke up.

"I could use her as a test subject," Vexen put in thinking of the possibilities.

"Enough," Xemnas stated calmly, raising a hand to quiet the growing discussion. The table full of people went silent (1). "We will leave her down there for a few more days. If she survives, then perhaps we could make use of her."

–My POV–

I awoke to the sound of music and briefly wondered why someone brought a CD player down here and where they got an extension cord long enough to travel down the hall.

However, when I crawled over to the bars, I saw a guy there playing a guitar-like instrument. The song was familiar but different the way he played it. It didn't make me sleepy this way as a rock twist was now included with the usual melodic rises and falls.

I smiled when the song ended and without thinking spoke the title, "Shadow Over the Moon."

The guy jumped and then turned around and smiled also. "Yeah, with my own touch to it. You could still tell, though?"

I nodded. "I think anyone could. It's a common favorite in lullabies." We both sat in silence for a moment while we observed each other.

He had blonde hair and green eyes. His hair was long in the back and spiked in various places while being short in the front but spiked there also. A mullet, I think it might be called but since I've never seen one before and I can't be sure, I'll just call it a rock cut.

He didn't look very muscular either. In fact, he was quite skinny and it made me wonder why he was in with all these other people. Maybe just for entertainment.

I knew what he was seeing, too. A very short girl of 4' 6" with brown-red hair in a crocodile clip and chocolate eyes. I'll bet I looked a little dirty, too, not to mention the knees torn out of my bloody jeans and my favorite sweatshirt now had mud splattered on its light blue cloth and black rose design.

But I liked this guy; he didn't scare me like the rest of them did. Still holding my smile, I stuck my hand through the bars. "I'm Kat."

He hesitated for a second, I guess wondering if it would be alright to be on a name-to-name basis with the prisoner. But then he took my hand. "Demyx."

"Well Demyx, I'm glad you have cell duty today. I like you," I said.

"Y–you do?" he asked shyly. "Most everybody else here thinks I'm stupid or childish."

I tilted my head. Then why did he stay here? "Well I don't. Besides, you're the only one here who hasn't scared me and/or ignored me." I looked back at his instrument. "So...what is that?"

"It's called a sitar," he told me and I noticed it had only three strings instead of the normal six. Demyx struck a cord and a water figure rose from the ground. He then used a sort of waltz to lead the figure in a dance in front of the cell.

When the song finished, the figure took a bow and then disappeared. Demyx spent the rest of the day performing for me and asking general questions (like about my disability) until I went to sleep.

And that's the end of Chapter One! I hope it wasn't unbearably terrible. I'm sorry if any of the characters were too OOC and I'm also sorry if I made any screw-ups. This was mostly just to see what people's reaction would be.

(1). I realize that during a meeting they would probably be in the room with the ridiculously high chairs but for the purposes of this story, I put them in a room with a ridiculously long table. :D

Now then, this is where I take my leave.

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