DISCLAIMER: I OWN NEITHER TWEWY OR KH...

Noise. There was so much noise. Footsteps echoed in his ears, pounding as if an army of bass drums were behind him. His cheek burned and his body was stiff from behing in his current position for a while.

Roxas slowly pushed himself up off the ground, opening his navy blue eyes. They widened in shock at the number of people around him. As he got to his feet, Roxas looked at his surroundings. Towering buildings circled him, although they weren't as dark and imposing as the skyscrapers in Dark City. Wait, if this isn't Dark City, then where am I?

Roxas looked around, up at the sky, across the sea of people. This place breathed life, something Dark City definitely didn't do.

"Where the hell am I?" he muttered, scratching his head. Absentmindedly, Roxas stuck his hands in his pockets. He was surprised to feel something cold and he pulled his hand out. In his palm was a strange looking pin with an even stranger looking decal on it. It was artistically made to look like a skull, making Roxas wonder.

He suddenly dropped the pin when he felt a searing pain stab across his right hand. Sucking in a breath, Roxas stared at his palm. There, almost like it was engraved in his skin, was a blood red timer, and it was counting down.

"What?" Roxas stared at it for a second, gathering his thoughts. Then he noticed the voices. The loud, inescapable voices were surrounding him, leaving him unable to think to himself. He looked around, but no one was looking at him. In fact, they were practically ignoring his entire existence. Roxas turned the pin over, looking for any kind of hint of what it was for. He flipped it from his hand and was surprised to hear the voices turn off as soon as they had come on. Roxas sighed and swiped a hand across his forehead, which was beaded with sweat.

Roxas looked down at his hand again. "Shit," He cursed as he saw that the timer was counting down from 3 hours. He only had two hours and fifty-three minutes left. "But for what?" J

ust then a short beep came from his pocket. Roxas pulled out a phone he knew wasn't his and checked the screen.

Reach the 104 building. You have 3 hours. Fail, and face Erasure. – the Reapers

Roxas was about to curse again, this time for multiple reasons, when a strange sound came from his left. He turned to almost be bombarded by freaky looking frogs. They seemed to be half composed of tattoo-like markings. The first thing that popped into Roxas's head was one simple word: run.

Roxas wasn't sure he knew where he was going; he just knew he had to get away from the frogs. As he ran, he was glad the Organization had trained him so hard, especially to expect the unexpected. Back then he had been thrown into a "sink or swim" environment. At least he had experience with it because his currently situation sure was just like it.

Damnit, why am I running? Use the keyblade your fricking idiot! Roxas quickly summonded the keyblade and swung it at the pursuing frogs but they simply evaded the weapon.

"What?" Roxas gritted his teeth in frustration. These aren't Heartless…then what are they?

Roxas hardly noticed that he had entered a new part of the city. It wasn't until he heard an unfamiliar voice shout at him that he reacted.

"Kid, make a pact with me!" Roxas turned his head to see a spiky orange-haired kid dashing towards him, his hand outstretched. Roxas didn't know what else to do and grabbed it.

Roxas felt a weird tingling run through his body. He felt as if he had some kind of new power. He tried swinging his keyblade at the frogs and was shocked to see them squawk and disappear in a flash. Before Roxas could bring out Oathkeeper, the remaining frogs disappeared as the other boy swiped at them with a strange white energy-scythe.

Roxas dismissed the keyblade with a short flick of his wrist and noticed that the boy was approaching him.

"Thanks for helping me out there." Roxas said shortly, looking the boy up and down. The boy was slightly taller than him and slimmer. He wore "trendy clothes": baggy white shorts, a blue jacket with a deep cowl neck, and matching sneakers and headphones.

The boy stared at him for a second before he quietly nodded. "Neku." Roxas gathered that this was the boy's name.

"Roxas." He replied. Neku was watching him closely, not that it made him uncomfortable; he often got the same look from the other Organization members.

Roxas glanced down at himself and cursed under his breath. He was still wearing his Organization coat. He must have stuck out like a penguin among chickens.

Neku finally spoke again. "Now we just have to get you through the week." He said in a kind of mumble. Neku began to walk away, leaving Roxas puzzled. Roxas caught up with him and grabbed his shoulder.

"Wait! Where am I? Obviously you know a lot more about this than me. Fuck, I've been through a lot of strange things, but I need an explanation, and a god damn good one at that!" Roxas's eyes were hard as he looked into Neku's narrowed ones.

Neku shrugged his hand off of his shoulder roughly. Finally the orange-haired boy sighed. "Fine. I have to admit I was just as confused as you, maybe even more. OK, first thing's first, and you have to believe me, all right?" Neku took a deep breath. "You are currently in the city of Shibuya and the best way to explain this is….you are in a Game. And you can't get out unless you survive for seven days."