A/N: Okay, this is a story based on HORROR! It's basically about human who ignites Saix's desires and we all know what Saix can be like.

Chapter 1: The Chilly Lunar Diviner

Luna sat straight up in bed after having a horrible nightmare. It was about a man with blue hair and a chilly voice that made her shiver. He was touching her in the nightmare, saying how long he waited for his ignition. Luna had no clue what it meant but now she was focused on the cold sweat going down her body. To get out of the wet nightie, Luna slipped it off and pulled the covers over her body. The clock on her table announced it was only two-thirty in the morning so she closed her eyes, trying to think of something happy.

Luna was running away from a dark castle but there was nowhere for her to go. Her heart was pounding in her chest like a drum and her head was aching with the tire and sweat. When she tried to get past the creatures that held the claymores, they knocked her to her knees. The man with blue hair and golden eyes coldly looked down upon her. He always looked at her so coldly that she swore he would hit her but he never did.

"Luna," he said in his chilly, seductive tone, "I'm afraid leaving is not an option. Now, come to me and I'll get you inside."

Luna crawled a little further away from him and he got the message. In two strides he was at her and he forced her up by her upper arms. The close proximity made it hard for Luna to get away but when she stirred he just savagely closed the gap between them and he began kissing her in a way that would leave a bruise on her lips later.

She began shaking her head, trying to break it off, but he held her head steady and his tongue basically began molesting her mouth. She let out a squeak when his nails dug into her waist. He began losing his self control; she could feel it. He was losing his control by the way he was hungrily devouring her soft lips and how his body was trembling as he was holding her. His nails were sharp and they pierced her soft skin.

"Saix," she whispered fearfully as he began kissing and sucking her sensitive neck, "stop it…" She stirred uncomfortably but his hands, which were getting stronger by every passing second, held her still.

"Hmmm," he murmured against her neck. "Your skin tastes like heaven." His tone was still chilly but thick with lust and unhidden desire. "I wonder what the rest of your body tastes like." He began touching her through her flimsy nightgown that was always the enemy to her in this dream. It was too light and soft and always gave him an advantage.

"Don't do this…" she whimpered, feeling her nightgown pool her ankles and the air poking at her revealed skin. Her breath became shuddered and heavy and he took that as a sign of lust.

"You belong to me," he growled. "I am the second-in-command of the Organization and you are the little toy that we can easily break." He smirked. "Xemnas agreed that I can have you for my own entertainment."

She did not like the sound of that. "Saix, I beg of you, don't do this to me."

"It's too late," he said resolutely. "I can…feel my desire and I need it sated." His arms wrapped her waist and he held her in a rib-breaking hug.

"If you think," Luna hissed painfully, "that desire or love is supposed to hurt like this then you're wrong. Love is supposed to be gentle, not painful. Saix, your grip is hurting me."

He ignored her and just threw her in a portal that would lead to his room. When he would make love, he would go hard on her and it made her feel pain, especially when he ran his nails down her poor back.

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Luna sat up again, breathing hard. If these nightmares would pursue, she would have to see a shrink or a counselor to get some mental help. I need to stop watching horror movies, she thought. She ran a hand through her tousled blond hair and lay back down on her pillow. Saix was a video game character, was he not? Luna never even played the game like her brother did, then why did she have those nightmares that involved him?

A cold chuckle made Luna's hair stand on end. She flipped to her left side to make it look like she was asleep but she could feel someone was behind her and it scared the living crap out of her. A gloved hand rested on her bare shoulder and she winced at the touch.

"Finally," said that familiar chilly voice, "Luna, I know you're awake. I can sense you trembling."

Luna mentally cursed and shifted so she could face her perpetrator in the eyes. In the dark she saw a pair of golden eyes glitter ominously and creepily. His face was full of pure evil and it made her shiver even more. His cold gloved fingers gripped her by her sensitive throat and she felt her airway constrict with her vision doubling. She clawed at his hand restlessly, trying to get it off her airway, but it was no use; he was stronger than her. He didn't even budge at her attempted escape; in fact he found it amusing because he had a hint of a smirk on his feral face. Still, Luna didn't give up the fight because she kept wriggling and moving to get free even though it was useless. Instead of showing her fear, she gave him a heated glare, which was prized with a slap across the face. Luna had to shake her head to regain focus but she saw Saix's shadowy body slithering across her ominously.

"Stop it," she squeaked, wriggling to try to get him away. "I don't want this! Get off of me!" She hit him on the shoulders and sides—anything to faze him—but proved ineffective because he continued to slither on her. This time he pinned her wrists to the side of her head roughly; it was so rough she felt his fingernails dig into her through his gloves. His glittering gold eyes made her shiver uncontrollably but he took no heed; in fact he rather liked it.

"I do want it," he said in that same icy tone but with a more lustful way. "You belong to me now."

"I belong to no one," she retorted, unable to repress the shiver that split through her body. "Now, you will get off of me or I'll shout for my parents." That threat came out harsher and stronger than she imagined but it amused Saix.

"If you shout for your parents," he remonstrated, "I'll kill them." He said that unblinking, unflinchingly, like it was normal to kill people.

Luna felt her blood go cold and she stared up at Saix with a wide-eyed fearful look but that disable her tongue. "You unbelievable bastard," she hissed, giving him a withering look. "Is this some kind of—of game to you! Why do you want me so badly, you asshole!" She wanted to strangle him but he had her confined so instead she settled with glaring at him.

"I can…feel something with you," he answered, stroking her face gently but that only disgusted her. "It feels like an icicle piercing my skin but I like it. You have such a beautiful face, has anyone ever told you that?" He removed his gloves to stroke her face and hair but she only winced at the feel of his calloused hands running over her skin.

"It means nothing coming from you!" she growled, gritting her teeth at him. "I hate you!" She managed to get one of her hands free and slapped him across the face but she knew at once that was a huge mistake because he growled inhumanly and slammed her up against the wall by the throat.

A pitiful sob escaped Luna's lips and tears spilled down her pale cheeks with fervor. Her long blond side swept bangs fell into her face and, to Saix, she looked absolutely angelic. When she sobbed, Saix felt a twinge of remorse for his actions. Now, he wasn't that big of a bastard (even though many told him otherwise) but he couldn't bear to see her look so pitiful so he released her throat and crawled back from her a few paces. Upon being released, Luna slid down the wall and collapsed onto her bed, appearing she was asleep the whole time.

As she slept, Saix cradled her gentle face into his hands and studied the calm, blank look she had. To him, she looked like an angel in heaven with that expression and he was unable to repress the urge to bestow a kiss on the sleeping girl's lips. When he did, he saw that she was still asleep so he got up and disappeared in a portal of darkness, leaving the angelic woman-child be. What were these feelings? He needed to know. He needed his woman-child to make him whole, as hokey as it sounded, and he wanted her to love him but he knew that would never happen soon.

As he went to sleep in his bed, he kept replaying the almost-rape he assumed on her and felt an awful, churning feeling in his gut—guilt; he felt guilty for almost raping the poor oblivious girl but he only wanted her to love him so he could feel again. Already he was feeling again because the guilt bit at his insides like a monster with knawing teeth and he knew it was because of that girl. Soon, he concluded, she would be his and he would keep her for himself.

A/N: I made Saix a little darker than normal but it is for the story and this story is one of the darkest ones I've ever made. It was inspired by the Saix/OC "Hearts Not Included" by RussianRoulette but won't include rape unless I or you want it to. Please read and review!