Everything was gray in his prison. Gray walls, gray doors, gray floors... it all got so tiring. Even his clothes were gray. It was enough to drive him mad, if he weren't already.

Myde pushed up off his bed, the springs creaking under his weight. He paced his small gray cell in the small amount of space available between the gray two beds. Lea should have been back by now. Their captors never kept them this long.

He stood by the gray door that was surrounded by an aura of icy coldness. His ears strained to pick up any noise, any at all that would signify they were bringing his friend back. There was nothing but silence that greeted his ears.

As he turned to walk back to his gray bed, sea blue eyes locked with eyes of the same shade. The similarities between him and this man were unmistakable. Their face of the same structure, their body the same size and shape, their hair the same style that they affectionately dubbed the 'mullethawk,' and their eyes that same striking shade of aqua blue. The differences between them were few. His skin was slightly paler than that of the other male's, just as his hair was a lighter shade of blond. Another difference was their clothes. This man wore black: long black coat, black gloves, black pants, and black boots. Black, wasn't that just a darker shade of gray?

The man he stared at could be his twin, if he weren't something much more intimate. This man was his shadow, or that was what the other prisoners called them. Each prisoner here had one. No one was really sure how they came into being, or what they fully were. All they knew was that the experiments performed on them by their captors caused the shadows to come into being. And that only those with shadows could even see and hear them.

That was something that they had over their captors. See, the captors didn't have shadows. They didn't have the horrible experiments performed upon them that caused the shadows to come to be.

He wasn't sure who started it, but each prisoner created a name for the shadow from the letters of their own name with an 'x' added. Myde had named his shadow Demyx. A ghost of a smile passed over his shadow's lips, the reason for that smile coming into the light when the gray door behind Myde slid open.

A young man with flaming red hair that defied the law of gravity, his hair spiked up in a way that looked lethal, stumbled into the room. His dark green eyes were glazed over in pain as his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees on the gray floor. This young man was Lea, his room mate, his friend.

Axel, Lea's shadow, skirted in just before the gray door was slammed closed. His eyes locked with Axel's, which were two shades of green lighter than Lea's. Axel was garbed in the same uniform as Demyx, all shadows wore it. It was another thing that no one was sure of, why the same uniform? Or hell, no one even knew where the uniforms came from.

Axel was much lankier than his friend Lea, and his hair, while still just as spiky and lethal looking, spiked downwards. Secretly, it reminded Myde of Sonic the Hedgehog, but he was sure the other male wouldn't appreciate being told such a thing.

Moving in synch, he and Axel crouched to lift Lea up, an action all of the males had performed numerous times. A groan escaped Lea's parted lips, the sleeves of his gray shirt dropping down to show bruises, new and old, and needle marks. Myde knew there would be more scars littering Lea's body, though didn't know which area they would have picked to cut today. Nor could he predict what Lea would go through for the next few hours.

Lea could get off easy and the pain would fade to a tolerable soreness, or he could go through anything ranging from the chills to puss filled bumps forming all over his body. It all depended on what their captors chose to inject into him today.

Myde adjusted his friend so that he could rest comfortably, tucking him in with the care one would show to a new born maybe. He settled on Lea's gray bed beside the gray pillow before stroking his fingers through the brilliant red locks that seemed even brighter when compared to the gray background. Lea's eyes slowly drifted closed as Myde hummed to him.

"Everything will be alright Lea."

He glanced over at Axel, who had opted to join Demyx on his gray bed. The two shadows looked back at him; he could tell from their gazes that they doubted his words. If Demyx doubted him, did that mean he doubted himself?

"…Everything will be alright."

I am not sure if I'll be continuing this or not. All depends on if people want me to continue. If I do, it will become Demyx/Xigbar and Myde/Braig. Not sure what other couples would form.

Suggestions are welcome. Please review.