Author's Note: Ok, this started out of boredom but it seems ok to me. Thanks to my Jetzelda :) for always being there for me. And as always to my Diet coke. i WILL continue this if enough people want me too :) and if i do continue the chapters WILL be longer. Happy New Year!!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Kingdom Hearts

The mist surrounded her body. Swirling and dancing. It seemed to have a mind of its own. Her purple eyes tried to find something other than the blackness and mist that she had been lost in for what seemed to be days. She saw what seemed to be light, zipped up her black jacket, put the hood to cover her eyes, and started to walk. When she finally got close to the light, she put her hand out, as if she could touch the light. The moment her hand touched it, the light repelled her. Her eyes widened in shock as she held the now bleeding hand.

"So, the light repels you too." A boy's voice said. She spun around but saw nothing.

"Show yourself!" her calm voice said with slight force.

"Beside you" he said and she turned her head and let out a soft gasp as she saw a boy her age, only 17 or 18, standing near her. She hadn't heard him approach her. He was wearing a long, black cloak with a hood covering his eyes; it looked almost identical to hers. He pulled his hood back to revel messy blond hair sticking up in every way and piercing blue eyes. "Roxas" he stuck a gloved hand out to her. She was about to reach for it but when she moved her hand pain shot up through her arm, she winced but he couldn't see it. Roxas grabbed her arm and examined her hand. "Come with me" his voice was strong, but kind. He dropped her arm and started to walk away.

"Come where?" she asked quietly.

He stopped. "To where you belong..."

"And where would that be?"

"In the dark with the rest of us" he replied and kept walking. A purple black portal appeared in front of him. He turned slightly and tilted his head "You coming?" She gave a quick nod and ran to catch up to him. He walked into the portal with grace. She stared at it for a moment and had to close her eyes and just walk straight into it.

"You can open your eyes now. Keep your hood up" he said. The room they were in was small with black walls. It had a bed with checkered sheets and a small white desk with black paint splatters. On the desk sat a checkered Ipod with chunky headphones connected to it. A few books were piled on the desk while the rest were put away in a black bookshelf. There were three doors in the room. Roxas took off his cloak to revel black cargo pants and a shirt that said "Destiny" in black while the rest of the shirt was white.

He set the cloak onto the desk chair and opened the closest door. It was a small neat bathroom with white and black tiles and white walls. He reached into a cabinet that he seemed to barely reach. He took out a small white medical box and sat on the bed. She sat by him and he gently took her hand. He opened the box and sprayed medicine on her injured hand. Roxas wrapped it neatly.

"Done," he said.

"By the way, I'm -" she was interrupted by the slam of Roxas' door opening.

"Roxy! What's up- who's that?" A tall red head asked. His hair spiked out in the back, he had bright green eyes and a teardrop tattoo under each eye. He was wearing a tight red shirt that showed his abs off and black jeans.

"No one, Axel" Roxas answered calmly.

"Welll, it has to be someone!" Axel retorted with his hands on his hips. He walked over to the hooded figure and flicked off her hood.

She had bright purple eyes, short black hair with red highlights that framed her face quiet nicely and a scar down her left cheek, from the top of her eyebrow to the corner of her lips, forming a neat slash mark.

"And who might you be?" Axel asked slyly.

She looked to Roxas and stayed quiet.

"Axel, can't you tell? She's-" Roxas stopped as he saw her mouth the word "don't"

"Tell what?" Axel said teasingly

"Tell... tell that she doesn't want to talk to you. Most people can't stand your attitude and she probably would've said something nasty about your mother."

"Ouch. That was cold Roxy. Anyway, I leave you too alone and go bother Dem" and with that Axel left the room. Roxas got off the bed and locked the closed door. He spun around quickly.

"You never got rid of it." He said quietly. She got off the bed and whispered something quietly to the door.

"If someone tries to come in, we'll know and no one can hear us if they are trying to."

Roxas traced her scar with his index finger. She flinched slightly but let him do it.

"Rose-"

"It's not Rose anymore. It's Stain."

"Stain…" he said softly, removing his hand, "Either way, you came back… I never thought you would... I did what I promised; did you do your part?"

Stain gave a quick nod. "I followed him for a year, Roxas; he sometimes acts just like you..."

"More like I act like him… I am his nobody, after all… What about you? Are you happy you came back?"

"I'm happy… but sadder than I was expecting to be after seeing Axel…"

"He doesn't remember a thing about you-"

"I know. And that's how I want it to be. If he remembered what happened back then… well, he wouldn't regret it..."

"Rose!"

"Stain." She corrected him, "Because a rose can only make people bleed with it's thorns. A stain though, people want to get rid of it and it ruins beautiful things…"

"You still like him"

"And I don't want him to have to experience it again. End of conversation. Is my room still there?"

"Yes. Locked with a key that only one person has."

"Who has it?"

"..."

"Oh god, Roxas! Why did you give it to him?!"

"You know he wouldn't give it to anyone but you"

"But why HIM?!"

"Just come on" Roxas said. Stain pulled her hood up. Roxas unlocked his door to see Demyx outside of it, just about to knock. Stain scrambled to the bathroom and locked the door quickly.

"What was that?" Demyx asked, confused.

"What was what?" Roxas asked nervously.

"The blur that ran into your bathroom." He said, pushing Roxas out of the way. Demyx opened the door to see Stain with her hood up trying to climb into the vent. He grabbed her leg, "Hey! Who are you? You shouldn't be going into that vent, spiders like it in there." He started to pull her out, with Stain struggling. Once Demyx got her out, he sat on the closed lid toilet, with his hands on his knees leaning over Stain, who was brushing cobwebs off her cloak. "Hey," he said and pulled down his hood but his smile disappeared when he saw who it was…