Disclaimer: I don't own anything, especially not Kingdom Hearts and the characters in it. But Raizane Ryda Tarshil/Daryx is a product of my warped imagination and does belong to me.

Author's Notes: mm, I really have no idea why I'm writing all of this. I guess I'm bored and need something to do. –nods- Please leave reviews and comments and such, I really do appreciate them! I know I'm not one of the more popular authors, but I do try hard…

And I should explain some things. In this setting, this is after Roxas and Sora become one again, and the search for a new XIIIth member of the Organization was started. They found Daryx (who will have her history explained soon enough) and she took that position. Her element is sound and air. Simple enough, I hope. Leave other questions in comments please.

Daryx ran down the long halls of the 5th floor of the basement levels of Castle Oblivion. Her mid-back length red hair was tied up in a ponytail and swayed with her speed. Deep green eyes were wide, almost fearful, and sweat glistened in the fluorescent lights lining the hallways against her faintly tanned skin. The long, black cloak all Organization members wore billowed with the breeze from the speed the young girl, not but 18. It fell still around her as she skidded to a halt, almost running into a wall.

She turned around and looked up to the blonde man walking calmly up to her. Vexen had a few inches on her, even though she stood at a decent 5'6 herself. Without really realizing what she was doing, Daryx nibbled on her lower lip, watching every bit of motion the older person made.

Vexen stopped near her, and reached out a hand, cupping her cheek in an almost loving way. Their eyes met and something seemed truly real just then…

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Daryx sat up with a jolt. Her breathing was more of panting and her sheets were noticeably sweat-drenched in most spots around her. Of course, there was dryness on the other side of the bed she shared with the one that she held the deepest of affections for. The other wasn't there at the moment, probably already at work doing whatever it was that he did, and fine enough for her. She didn't think she could handle seeing him after such a dream. Wasn't she scared of Vexen's touch? And she knew exactly how well her love and he got along. More of a forced friendship in more ways than one.

True, she had once had a short-lived relationship with Vexen, but it truly was short-lived. A pure, sweet ditz of a girl had no need for such a sadistical, calculating man like him. No, especially not when she had a fear of the element he controlled, something haunting her from when she was still alive.

Slowly, she slid out of the bed, glad for her pajamas at that moment. The door was cracked open and she was sure someone had been in or out of there recently. Hopefully the whimpers audible in the dreamland didn't escape and make themselves known in the reality. Daryx removed the sheets and threw them carelessly into the hamper she kept out of necessity. They landed, bounced off the edge of it, and fell limply to the floor.

She sighed and quickly changed. It was one of the bad points of being the second female in the entire organization; the robes had to be altered before they would fit her lithe frame properly. It was horrible that she was in such a situation, and the sheer fact that there wasn't a proper room for her when she came in and she had to share a room with someone.

Of course, that seemed to end up working out just fine. Vexen, her boyfriend at the time wasn't very pleased that the younger aeromancer chose to stay with the Silent Hero over him. It sent him into a momentary rage, one that lasted a few days. But Larxene was quick to jump in, to persuade Vexen to follow his original attraction; to bite the cloth, bear any pain that might come with it, and be with her. Luckily, this worked out for the best, because the younger girl had received a confession from the earth-mage declaring his love for her.

So is the tragic tale of love won, lost, and reborn in Castle Oblivion.

Daryx dusted off her cloak, realizing that time had slipped away from her again and she was only 15 minutes late to the floor meeting, which would involve all of the members staying at the castle. She knew her cheeks were red, her mind still on that horrid dream of what might have happened. A portal was summoned and she slipped into the darkness.