Amber closed her dark brown eyes. She drew a deep breath from deep within her and walked though a shadowy vortex that seemed to lead to nowhere. There was a loud whirring behind her, and it was silent for a moment. Then, the whirring occurred again and light shone though a small crack. The crack brought itself to the floor and split open to about the size of a door. She breathed hard and stepped out on the other side.

A soft breeze blew through her hair and whipped a few dark brown strands into her face. She pushed it away, looking around. The area around her was a small town; it was cute, she thought. The entire area was a golden, sun-soaked color. She heard a voice, then a few others, and glanced in their direction.

A short, pudgy kid about her age was walking steadily toward her, followed by a brown haired girl and a tall blonde boy. Trailing behind them was a shorter blonde boy, his hair spiked mostly to one side. She stared at him blankly for a moment, her head tilting. He looked back, catching eye contact. As his eyes met hers, a terrible pain struck her head, and she felt herself start to black out. She felt like she was falling…

Crack. The hardwood floor wasn't very welcoming today. Amber sat up, scratching her head and yawning. Her blankets were twisted and tangled in every way imaginable with her sheets(and her legs). She took a deep breath and climbed off the floor, untangling her legs from the sheets. Making her way over to her dresser, she slipped off her night shorts and tossed them on her bed, followed by her shirt.

I wonder why I keep having that dream, she thought as she pulled a pair of jeans from the deep recesses of her cluttered drawers. She slipped them up and buttoned them, then dug out a bra and put it on. On the top of her dresser sat a black zip-up jacket. She put it on and zipped it up just enough to cover her bra. Then, she ran her fingers through her hair and slipped out of the room, grabbing her keys and leaving the apartment.

The town was quiet today, and she was glad. School was out, at last. The sky was clear and blue and went great with the crisp ocean breeze. As she strolled back toward the less-populated part of the island, she started to think about her dream again. What if it meant something? She'd never seen the town-or the boy, for that matter-in her life.

Her mind brought her farther into her thoughts. What if was supposed to be her one true love or something? What was his name? Who was h--

She smacked into someone. A someone in a long, black hooded cloak. She'd never seen anyone so strange-looking…He had long black hair, pulled back into a pony-tail. Streaks of gray ran back into his pony-tail as well. His face was scarred badly and he wore an eye patch.

"Watch where you're goin', kid," he muttered.

"Excuse me? Don't stand in my way, you dumb ass," she retorted, walking around him. He grabbed her arm and yanked her back to him, then pulled it above her, nearly lifting her off her feet.

"Respect your elders!" he yelled at her. She smiled snidely, giving a soft chuckle.

"Hey, buddy, didn't want no trouble. Wouldn't want you to poke your other eye out," she said. Before she could laugh, he threw her to the ground so hard that it knocked the wind out of her. She gasped for air, clutching her chest. The man grabbed her arm again and lifted her up. He stared into her eyes a moment, then raised his eyebrows.

"Now you listen to me. I'm going to take you to my world. You're just who I was lookin' for."

She wasn't sure what he meant- 'his world'. She didn't have time to ask. There was a loud whirring, then a dark portal opened. Amber's eyes widened as the man stuffed her roughly though. The vortex closed, and just like her dream, she saw the smallest glimmer of light, then BOOM! He shoved her though and she smacked onto a white marble floor. "Where are we?" she asked, finally able to breathe again. The man grabbed her arm and picked her up, then pulled her along down a hallway. They passed many giant windows that revealed a dark sky. There were no stars, just one giant moon. A heart-shaped moon. Finally, they reached a huge door. The man that held her reached forward and gave the door a slight tap.

"Superior?" he called, sounding almost timid. The door crept open just enough for the two of them to enter.

Upon entering, Amber looked up to see a sliver haired man with dark skin and amazing red-orange eyes.

"Amber, my dear," he said, an almost delighted smile slipping onto his lips. "You've done well, Xigbar. Leave."

The man that held her let go of Amber's arm gently and vanished into another portal. Amber brought her attention back to the man who sat what seemed like miles above her.

"W-who are you?" she asked demandingly.

"I am Xemnas," he replied. She raised an eyebrow. That was straight forward, she thought.

"Why am I here?" she asked.

"Because I've been watching you, Amber. You seem to have a strong heart, and it could be useful to me."

"Y-You've been watching me…? M-my heart…?" Amber stammered, suddenly scared out of her wits. She had no idea what he was talking about. "You're insane! What is all this?!"

"Silence. You're going to stay here, in this castle. And to make sure you don't try and run…" Xemnas snapped his fingers and a dark portal opened in front of Amber. Her eyes widened as someone stepped out.

He was about her age, and wore a long dark coat with a hood, just like Xemnas and um…Xigbar? She looked at his face and gasped. His hair was blonde and spiked mostly to one side. He had deep, serious blue eyes.

He was the boy from her dream.

As she caught sight of his eyes, her head felt like it was going to explode. She clutched her head and dropped to her knees, trying not to cry. This was ten, possibly fifteen times worse than her dream. She could feel the boy's eyes staring at her through the whole thing.

"Roxas," Xemnas said demandingly, "Take her to one of the room and lay her down. Bring her back to me in the morning and I'll decide what to do with her."

Amber heard the rustle of the heavy leather coat and felt her body lift from the floor. She pretended to be passed out, laying limp in the boy's…uh….Roxas's arms.

So now he had a name and a face. Hot stuff, Amber thought as she felt her body rock with each of the boy's steps. She took a deep breath, smelling what reminded her of roses with a hint of cinnamon.

"You can open your eyes now. We're not in the room anymore," Roxas's voice was soft and gentle-sounding. "Come on, I know you're not passed out."

Amber opened her eyes and looked up at Roxas. He looked down at her a gave her a smirk, then looked back to the way he was walking.

"How'd you know?" she asked.

"You're breathing gave you away," he said. "When you pass out, you're breathing slows."

Roxas looked back down at her and stared into her eyes. For some reason, her head didn't hurt. Not a bit.

"But what did happen in there?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "My head felt like…it was exploding."

"That's weird…but, um, do you think you could walk on your own? Or will you take off?"

Amber sighed. "Put me down," Amber said. "I won't run, promise."

Roxas carefully set her down on the floor.

"So…where are we? And what did Xemnas want with me?"

"You're in Castle Oblivion, base of Organization XIII. I don't know what the Superior wants with you though…I guess he thinks you might be of some help to us."

"How could I help you? And what did he mean 'I have a strong heart'?" she asked. Roxas gave her an irritated look as they rounded a corner.

"You ask a lot of questions, um…what's your name again?" he said flatly.

"Amber," she replied as they stopped at a door and Roxas opened it.

Behind the door was a big, spacious room. It had white marble floors(just like the rest of the castle) and a big king-sized bed, along with a television, nightstand, bathroom, dresser, vanity, and a walk-in closet. Amber's jaw nearly dropped. Hell, if it where physically possible, it would've hit the floor. This was definitely the biggest room she'd ever seen.

"Here's where we'll be staying," Roxas said. Amber nodded, then stopped.

"What about the bed?" she asked. Roxas looked up at her.

"We're sharing it. Keep your mind out of the gutter; I'm not a pervert. You stay on your side, I'll stay on mine," he said. "I wouldn't do anything to you."

Amber immediately blushed at his comment. "I wasn't thinking about that!" she exclaimed.

Roxas chuckled. "I'm gonna go change so I can go to sleep. Don't run off."

"Hey…I don't mean to bother you…but could you get me something to wear to sleep?"

"Um…there's only one girl here…and she won't let you borrow anything of hers. But I guess you can borrow something of mine. It might be a little big…but that'll be okay, right?" he smiled at her softly. She smiled back and nodded.

Amber sat down on the bed and flopped back. She wasn't afraid of what was happening to her anymore, she'd adjusted very easily. She was actually hoping that she wouldn't have to go back. Life was getting rather boring at home.

And then there was Roxas…he was a different story, too. She'd developed a crush already. She wondered if he'd ever had a dream about her too, like she had about him.

The door opened and Amber snapped up. Roxas was standing there in starry blue pajamas. In his arms, he held a pillow and another pair of pale blue pajamas. He tossed the pajamas to Amber and threw the pillow on the bed. Amber stood up and went into the bathroom to change. She came back out with her clothes in her arms. She tossed them on the floor near the door, shut the lights off, and walked back to the big bed, laying down next to Roxas. For some reason, she was suddenly exhausted. Back home, it was probably only around four o'clock in the evening, but here, it felt much later. She looked over at Roxas and sighed. He was snuggled up under the blankets, partly asleep.

"Night Roxas," she said softly.

"Night," he muttered.

At around three AM, Roxas felt a weird warmth on his shoulder. He blinked a few times, looking down. Amber's soft brown hair brushed his nose.

"Huh..?" he mumbled. She smelled like strawberries. He inhaled deeply, taking in a bit more of her scent before he realized what he was doing. He'd just met this girl a few hours ago, and here he was, snuggled up to her and, um…sniffing her. He felt like a dirty old pervert. He didn't want to wake her up, though. She was so cute when she was sleeping…He was being a dirty old pervert.

He sighed and brought his arms around her. Roxas had no idea what he was doing, nor why he was doing it. He just was. She shifted in her sleep, then nuzzled her head under her chin. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes. He liked the way she felt in his arms. The feeling he had when he was holding her…it was strange; something he'd never felt before. After a moment or two, he found himself asleep.

:D

I am sooo very proud of my new story!!

This one, unlike my bunches of others, is actually planned. I know what's going to happen!

I don't have to wing it no mo'! YAY!

So yeah ;]

But every day is going to be a new chapter, and every once in a while I might skip a day or a week.

Can't you wait to figure out what Amber's gonna do when she wakes up?!

Read the next chapter to find out!! :D

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