A/N: So this is a story that just sort of popped in my head. I really hope you guys enjoy this because I really had alot of fun writing this. Anyways thanks, and before I forget . . .

Disclaimer: I really wish I owned these characters, but I don't. They belong to their respectful creators :' (

Chapter 1: Beneath the surface

It was something he had gotten use to, so having two guards lead him to a cell with these heavy chains on his wrists didn't really frighten him. One of the guards kept looking around the place with wide eyes. Probably new to this whole concept of things not being as ordinary as he thought they were. The poor human should have returned to his mundane life. All the doors looked like they were reinforced with steel, obviously meaning to hold something strong back. And yet, they never worked when it came to keeping him in. No walls could hold him, if anything they collapsed before him. The guard to his right was more experienced, the old looking blond holding a pretty impressive looking dagger. Ridges that looked sharp enough to slice silver danced in curled like structures. Vanitas smirked, the older guys grip on his blade tightening.

Passing rows of chambers, they walked to two huge doors. Wood with steel, meant to intimidate more then anything else, giving off a medieval feel to the room including two torches hung on either side. Looking around, his hair kept falling in his eyes. This place was pretty impressive, the corridors tunneling off in endless directions, especially since it was all built underground. One of the best forts he had seen, but he was sure he could make it fall. It would be a shame to put such a beautiful structure back into the earth though, even he couldn't deny it had it's good qualities. Like it was meant to, he could feel a slight wave of opression ushering off the walls, each design meant to hinder their captives. If only he could walk around and get a better look, but he had a feeling they wouldn't alow that. Lately he had built quite a name for himself. Black stone walls reflected the torch lights, causing more light to illuminate the long hall. He wondered why they were waiting in front of the door for so long just as it slowly opened. When it did, he blinked in surprise.

Inside the doors stood a huge circular room. That was all white. It was so unlike the other areas of this that, for a moment, he felt a bit of doubt. It didn't last long, his devilish smirk making it's appearance across his lips. Everything seemed to bright, his eyes were having a hard time adjusting. The younger guard walked in, his hands running through his spiky brown hair. The older guard shoved him forward, almost amused at ho shocked his prisoner was. Inside the room was one large white bed, a huge throne-like chair in the middle, and a large oval mirror. Something with color caught his eyes, two dots of a bright blue and golden hair. That was who the guard seemed to be walking towards, his body language obviously relaxed. Before he could control it, Vanitas burst out laughing. Two blue eyes stared at him in wonder, a small metallic sound rang as the figure started to move towards him. His gold eyes squinted as he tried to see her better. Her skin was very pale and she was wearing a plain white dress. "You have got to be kidding me?" Breaking out into more bouts of laughter, the black haired boy stared at the small girl. "Your not very imtimidating, are you?" Just managing to chuckle it out, he saw her blue eyes narrow as her cheeks started to turn red. His laughter intensified.

"Well, hello to you to." Voice chimed out, very high pitched. It made him laugh more when he realized the high tone in her voice was due to his taunting. "Why are you even here? Most people don't just go into other's rooms and start insulting them." Crossing her arms at him, she glared at the boy. The brunette boy had finally reached her, chuckling himself. "Sora! This isn't funny!"

Trying to contain his fit of giggles, he did a mock bow. "I'm oh so sorry leader. Or should I call you 'my lady'? But you were the one to summon me here." Biting his lips to keep from mocking the girl more, he could feel the need to laugh coming back. The girl's arms unfolded, he expression seeming more confused.

Looking at the guard named Sora, she seemed to push Vanitas out of the conversation entirely. That instantly annoyed him, but she spoke before he could. "Leader? What is he talking about?" Blue eys gazed into the guards own blue eyes. As she went to brush her yellow hair away from her eyes that metallic sound echoed again. Confused, he looked around until he noticed that something was shining under the flourescent lights in this room. Around her wrist was a shackle and a long, thin silver chain that attatched to the wall near the mirror. His golden eyes widened in surprise. She was a prisoner like him? The guard called Sora chuckled, the older guard growling at his name being mentioned by the smaller girl. Once again, those clear blue eyes looked at him. "Who are you?" It did't make much sense to him, she seemed harmless. Everything appeared harmless about her, innocence shining in those blue eyes of hers. Shadows started to surround him, but they seemed to be struggling to even stay in this room.

"That's none of your buisness. Sora! Get back over here." An amused look passed the brunette's expression before he sauntered next to the older man, but he seemed as if he didn't care what the other thought. His knife suddenly prodded into his lower back causing him to jump forward. Around him, the shadows stirred restlessly trying to form shapes but couldn't seem to move much. They seemed to be weak and, for once, useless to help him. So he would have to rely on his own skill, he sighed inwardly at the new challenge. "What are you trying at?" Speaking directly into his ear while pressing the blade against him harder. So one of the guards had noticed. He wondered if now was the time he should make his great escape.

"Stop it!" That metallic sound was sharp, he looked up and saw the girl running towards him. Behind him the guard stiffened, his blade no longer pressed against his skin as badly. She still didn't stop. The shadows shriveled away and for once he felt defenseless, and then something like fear, passed her face. Hesitating, she walked the rest of the way, the chain pulling at her wrist not letting her get further then an arms length away from the black haired boy. That shining white aura of her's faltered and she looked just like a normal girl. Innocence still in all parts of her but that strange feeling of trust and warmth now absent. "Let him go!" Those eyes shined as if she were upset, even if they had just met. Suddenly the dagger was gone, his hand flown away from Vanitas' back. Blue eys stared at them, Sora ran to her putting a reassuring hand on the girl's arm.

"Calm down Namine. It's alright." Saying everything carefully, her face threatened to leak tears but just managed to calm down. This is the new guy we were bringing in, Vanas? Van, Van-"

Annoyed, Vanitas walked closer to her, the shadows no where to be found. That glow that surrounded her was completely snuffed out, as if his darkness had affected her light. "Vanitas. And I'm assuming your Namine." Giving an annoyed glance to the childish guard, he looked back into those blue eyes. Looking at them, there were silver traces intertwining with that bright blue. Her essence exuded light, making him shudder at the same time as she had. Giggling, she brushed her hair away from her pale face with the hand not being held down by the chain pulling at her. Where it was attatched to her, there seemed to be a burned mark. On the chain were symbols, easily he could decipher them. They were marks of bonding and capture, written by the fallen. His language hurting her flesh, for some reason he flinched at this realization.

"Yupp!" Sticking out her free hand, she looked at him as if waiting. Realization dawned on her face and Vanitas smiled in amusement. Namine had intended to shake his hands, he moved his hands drawing attention to the heavy chains. "Sorry, um so. . . Why are you here?" This question he expected, a smirk gracing his lips. He wasn't sure if she meant the dungeon or her room. But he already chose the response, the one that left people flinching. Innocent eyes waited for his answer and he felt bad for what he was about to say. But he wasn't one to let guilt lead him.

"I-"

"So everyone is all aquainted I see." A loud voice cut him off. Namine flinched, backing up towards Sora for some reason. When he turned around to glare, or possibly yell, at the intruder his mouth froze. "Well hello Namine." Voice purring out her name, a slight whimper was heard behind him. "And welcome, Vanitas, to my humble little home." Before he could stop it, he was howling out laughter.

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