..::Part I::..

..::Second Impression::..

"I don't like the looks of this Friar Tuck." The red fox clothed in green had voiced his concerns over and over before this, but Friar Tuck was persistent.

"Such dark creatures cannot enter the house of our lord Robin." Friar Tuck gave a hearty smile as he walked off towards the organ, where Saxton sat, currently trying to calm Little Sister.

The red fox, Robin Hood gave a subtle sigh. Like most of the time, things were left to him to handle. He looked around, his hat in one hand. Everyone in the town had been stuffed inside this tiny church, as it was their last resort now.

Days ago the town of Nottingham, dark creatures with small, beady glowing eyes ran around the town and all at once swarmed in. Robin Hood and Little John just so happened to be in town that day and sadly, didn't get everyone to safety outside of the town and into the tiny church owned by Friar Tuck.

All that remained was a good handful of them, Skippy's family, Oddo, Toby, Allan-a-Dale, Little John and Robin Hood himself.

Maid Marian… he thought angrily, gritting his teeth. Prince John was holding them up in his castle along with Lady Kluck. Robin wasn't thrilled about the fact that of all the people he could've saved; he couldn't save her…

Stop thinking so negatively…she's not dead – yet. That struck a cord and Robin stifled a rare snarl. A large hand settled on his left shoulder and Robin nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked up at the hand's owner.

"Oh…Little John." Robin stated, trying to sound cheerful. Little John frowned.

"I know what you're thinking Rob, and don't a go and blame yourself. She'll be fine." Little John comforted, giving Robin a pat on the back.

"I hope you're right." Robin added, his ears starting to droop.

"We can't have you all gloomy Robin, you're everyone's hope here." Little John said, Robin's ears perked back up with motivation. That was right, these people hardly had a scrap of food on them before, they always received money from Robin whom stole it for their well being. But now it was taken as they fled, now he had to provide them with everything he could get.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. These people come first, then I'll see to it an escape plan for Maid Marian and Lady Kluck." Robin stated.

"That's the Robin I know," Little John said happily before walking off towards Friar Tuck.

Robin looked off uncertainly when no one was watching. Those dark creatures were bad news, and he hated feeling helpless against creatures he couldn't fight.


When she awoke again, she felt just as sore, if not more. Everything was aching, every bone was pounding and her brain was going all out on her. Either her Nervous system was screwed up or she was healing. In the most painful possible way.

My bones are probably using actual needles to sew themselves back together! She made to move her arm before a pain spiraled up it, she dropped it back into its sling.

Shoot, forgot that… she was tired of lying down, she wanted to move. She was stiff after all.

How long have I been here?

Nothing replied to her unspoken question. Everything was still. Everything was white. It was so unnerving, just to sit in that white, clean room. To her it felt like she was confined in the loony bin. Her slings were her straight jacket and her mind was in turmoil.

I have nothing more to live for except to keep my master's Secret. She realized, she could never join the people she had lost until she passed on the Secret. But she just couldn't give it to someone; she just couldn't give it up. She needed to hold onto it and somehow get back to Byozone City.

That was where she belonged.

"Ah, you're awake." It was his voice – again. She closed her eyes quickly, trying to stop the flow of adrenaline that automatically pumped into her veins from the tone.

He spoke so playfully; like nothing was wrong.

"I saw your eyes open, don't try and fake sleeping." She growled as she refused to open her eyes despite his encouragement.

"I know." She forced out; not everyone wanted to talk with his or her kidnapper…

"And I'm not faking anything." She added, if only she could move she could bury herself in the covers or better yet, attack the man.

"You're probably wondering where the hell you are right?" the man spoke.

"And who the hell you are." She snapped bluntly. The man seemed taken back by his next reply.

"Ooh. Snappy, you don't take to people do you? There's no worries then, since we're just not people."

"Really? What are you then a cockroach?" That way I can squash you. She retorted, cracking an eye open, red meeting green. He was staring at her.

And she glared back. He smirked and cocked his head slightly, giving her an odd mix of emotions she did not dare show.

Well, that's sort of – keep it together! This guy kidnapped you for hell knows what. She thought as she narrowed her glare, he chuckled lightly.

"You need to calm down, otherwise you won't get help getting better." He said as he stepped towards her, it was then did she notice his arms weren't moving, well, they were hardly moving.

What she wouldn't do just about now to have an escape pod of some sort and whisk her off to –

"And before you say you don't need help." Because apparently she did, and he was well aware of it. Or so his bright green eyes were saying, they were taunting her as he moved closer, he was towering over her when he stopped. A good inch or so from the bed. "You're going to need help eating and keeping your energy up."

With that he held up a plate piled with food and a fork and spoon in the other, both twirling without trouble in one hand with five, long and thin fingers. The girl wished for that escape pod (lord forbid if it DID turn up) and wished just for it to whisk off to hell.

Oh, how generous. Are you by chance meaning to feed me? May charity have good fortune bestowed upon you… the girl thought menacingly as she narrowed her eyes on her captor, what a perfect situation she was in. All tied up in means of broken bones with what? A six foot man over her with a plate of food, she hoped it would be poison…but then again – she remembered – she couldn't die.

She didn't do pain either, she always ended up in a ball tearing…Master Eleven was hard, but compassionate…


"Hm?" The shadowy figure lay with feet crossed and a book in his hands and a green lamp giving off light at his right. The chair he was resting on elevated his feet and rested his head after a long day of training with his apprentice.

"…Master? I can't sleep…I hurt." The tiny albino girl whimpered, not making eye contact and seemed to have found her toes suddenly interesting.

"Well, that tells me you put everything you had out there." The man said, revealing no emotion whatsoever. The girl nodded briefly. The man then smiled warmly, eyes warm and understanding. "Come over here, you can rest on my lap then."

She would've jumped with joy if it hadn't been for her aching calves, but she wandered over to her master and crawling on his lap and buried her face into the comfort of his soft robe. Taking in the cinnamon scent with a hint of dark coffee teasing her nostrils. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed her tighter to him, adding warmth and comfort to her troubled body.

"What're you reading Master?" she asked quietly, her eyelids drooping as her breaths deepened. Calmly Angell Eleven readjusted his wrist and snapped open his book he had been reading before his student bounded in on him.

"It's called-"

She fell asleep before hearing the answer to her own question.


"Can you sit up on your own or do I have to help?" The man with red spikes groaned, the girl must've dozed off since he sounded annoyed.

Let him stand there, maybe he'll ramble on about something useful… she thought, closing her eyes with her own aggravation, she was still a bit drowsy from the incident that put her in this mess.

"C'mon! I know you can speak, c'mon girl!" He was obviously teasing her.

"I'm no dog." She replied tartly.

"There we go, we have something confirmed, you are IN FACT not part of the canine family." The man said with amusement, she stifled a growl. Showing signs of annoyance would probably press the man to amuse himself further.

"Well, you could be part of the weasel family. If you squint your eyes a little when they're looking at you head-on you could very well remind them of an…erm…what's the word again for something white with red eyes?" he asked, his circus tricks with the spoon and fork paused.

"An albino." She stated promptly.

"Oh, that's right! You're an albino weasel! That's what we can call you!" he shouted, practically happily. The twirling resuming.

"Flattered." Then her eyes snapped open and she attempted to jerk her head to face him but winced greatly from the movement. "We?!" The man looked at her with one brow raised and the other lowered.

"Oh, yeah, I'm part of the Organization that homes here. They're currently thirteen of us! Hence, Organization XIII!" The man said, not really as happy as he was before, actually a bit more…rebellious. That's what he sounded like.

Someonewho didn't want to be here.

"So, let's move on. You're. Going. To. Eat. No daydreaming is getting you out of this. Well, unless you just want to sit here and starve but we can't let that happen or the Superior goes on about." The man stated, looking up and about like this Superior was anything but superior.

Not that starving was much of a deal to her anyway, she would suffer but she wouldn't – wait a minute, did this Organization not know that she couldn't die? Probably not seeing as this idiot had as much of a clue about the Secret as much as a dormouse with a lit tail.

They seemed to need her so they wouldn't starve her and not think that she couldn't die unless she told them – or Mov could tell them, but he liked keeping things to himself. She wouldn't have to deal with pain as much as she thought she would!

Things seemed to be falling back into place here!

Meanwhile, the man was going on about something…

"…Larxene is the exact example many people would say a b-"

"Superior?" She didn't want to get into stereotyping in this sort of clean environment.

"Yeah, he's the top dog or whatever you would like to call it. Complete bossy-ass type too. Hey! You're interested in talking too! And looking at the person at the same time!" he proclaimed as he noticed her red eyes were on him with fake interest.

Could he tell the difference between a liter box and a urinal? She wondered idly as something started to burn. She sniffed then turned back to her 'talkative captor'.

He seemed to have lit a match in his robe or something as smoke emerged from parts of his robes. His face was contorted in a slight anger, his green eyes sparking in her direction.

"We're getting WAY off the subject, YOU. Eat. Now."

"I can't move jack-"

"Well, you can't eat like that now can you." Suddenly a mischievous look entered his emerald irises as he looked down at me, I felt terrifyingly small compared him and his gaze, but mostly him.

"Stay away from me." She spat automatically, seeing all warning signs in red letters on white picket signs, they were dancing around the redhead. By now the smoke had vanished from sight but the smell of something set ablaze clung to her scent glands.

"C'mon, I'll help you up-"

"No, don't touch me-" Too late, while the fork and spoon were placed on the plate, the man had already slid his arm under her wounded back, probably not caring much about the location of her bruises and cuts.

"Am I hurting anything?" he asked as he pressed against her skin, watching as she winced each time.

"There is EVERYTHING you can hurt!" she snarled, he frowned.

"Gonna have to do it fast then," he said through his frown, eyes up in thought. She paled.

"Nu-uh…no…"

"You have to sit up or you'll choke-"

"I'll take the risk-"

"One, two, three, UP!" He had held firmly to her shoulder before snapping her up in a sitting position, she was slightly slouching but the pain was undeniably there and undeniably overwhelming.

"Crap! What the hell was that for!" More streams of curses flew from her mouth in both English and what the man suspected; French. When she attempted to lie back down he pushed her back up.

"Calm down you're not dying-"

"You wouldn't be saying the same thing if you were in the same situation!" she cried as gritted her teeth, how many ribs did she break?

"Here, this should help." If it weren't for the exploding pain in her sides she would, as she said before have attacked the man but as he sat down behind her, each foot on either side of her bed (the bed wasn't against a wall), he put the plate down on the night stand that she hadn't noticed before then grasped her forearms gently.

She couldn't help but feel heat launch into her face as he brought her back to lean against him. She could feel everything through that black cloak of his, it was smoothly made to line his proportions and torture the one teen that ended up here completely bandaged and could be mistaken for a mummy!

"Comfy?" he questioned calmly in a more serious tone than before.

"As comfy as I'll ever get…" she muttered with slight sarcasm, her head felt fuzzy…he smirked as he grasped a food-occupied fork.

When was it the last time I sat on Master's lap? She remembered telling Eleven she was old enough to sleep without his help and never again wandered back into his room at night…at the age of…what? Nine? After stating that, she felt so bad; guilty. Eleven had no family or children of his own…

"You're everything I could call my own child."

He had once said, that was on one of those boring, rain-all-day days.

Before when she was running after her master's death, all she could think about was living, but now…

"Open wide!"

His pale, cold, death-claimed face staring at her with empty eyes, his hand dropped to the ground…

dropped to the ground…

He told her the one thing that could keep him alive…

"I can no longer take this…please, run with it…"

If she weren't there he would still be alive…

"My will has shattered Sweetheart…I won't be able to go home after all…"

He had made a promise several months before he was taken by Mov in secret, where he was claimed missing hours later. He said –

"I promise everything will turn out all right."

Now here she was, close to passing out on this stranger's chest…but the positive outlook she decided to point out.

"You make a nice pillow." She stated quietly as she turned away from the offered food.

"Oh, was that a compliment?" he asked smoothly as he attempted to force-feed her again.

"…you're lucking it isn't anyone else trying to feed you ya know, no wait…you wouldn't know… … …eat."

"Not hungry…" Her stomach gave a growl. She froze and blushed immensely while he smirked.

"So you say. Eat."

"No."

"Do it."

"Make me."

As she savored her moment of triumph, it wasonly a moment. A second after did she find herself in a very lethal position. The man had shifted himself so quickly that it threw her back onto the bed (since she was dozing off with his support) and found him over her.

Needless to say many naughty thoughts ran through her head as his face came into view with a victorious sneer. His arms out and hands on either side of her head, legs spread casually over her.

"Get. Off. Of. Me. Now…" Sure, her legs were aching like hell but it was no challenge to kick him where the sun don't shine right there. He was sure to be wincing a lot more than her in that case.

"Make me." He mimicked, smirking insanely now. She could practically see the excitement jumping out of his eyes.

"You're too tiredweakbroken…face it, I could do anything to you right now." The man whispered as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, she fought the urge to bite him while he was a centimeter away. It could provoke him.

"Just be good, 'kay?" he said as he lifted his face slightly, just to the point where their noses hardly touched.

Perverted manipulator…I'm not falling for your slime-covered coaxes and lies! She gave a snarl and lashed out with her right knee, almost instantly, as if expecting it the man grabbed her knee, then she lashed out with the other, now he held both after catching the other knee.

She was screwed.

Well, this sucks… she thought ignorantly as the man continued to smirk.

"Why don't you give up? Fighting won't do you much against anybody or me for that matter. Not in your condition." He explained.

"Really? I'm sorry, being thrown through a wall isn't on my 'want-to-do' lists you lecher!" she snarled as she tried to dislodge her legs from his grip, that apparently felt as if it were of steel material.

"Lecher? That's a new one added to my description, before tempting you further would you be so kind and inform me what your name is?" he asked a bit more quietly.

"I'll tell you the day I die." Which wouldn't be for a while that's for sure…

"Man, you're more unruly and unpredictable as Roxas. Won't he be enthusiastic." The man said with a chuckle. With her chance she attempted to sit up again, trying to avoid getting any closer to the redhead by backing up slightly at the same time.

"Whoa, not so fast. Something like you shouldn't be passed up." With every intention to kill him with such brutal force in mind she turned her face to him expecting to give him an earful of new curses he was sure not to have heard before if it weren't for the crushing passion against the body part that spoke for her.

He was kissing her!

Passionately!

What the hell- she tried to push him back with her hanging arms as he rolled his tongue along the curves of her lips. He had long since released her knees and with his left hand he cradled her chin to meet her eyes.

"Calm down and enjoy…" he seemed to say as he made eye contact before closing his own and nipping at her bottom lip. She frowned, what a situation she was in…a situation she did not want to find herself in with a complete stranger in an even stranger place…

She had no escape route, no health to escape no weapon, she was completely defenseless and as the fact came crashing down on her, her body sort of…

Went limp to his wishes…

He's not bad… as much as she couldn't help not thinking it, the random comment ran through her mind as the man continued to tease her, as she hadn't unhinged her jaw to allow entrance. She blazed red, or at least now began to feel it as she forgotten how to think straight.

Had she been laying down this whole time?

Somehow he had pushed her down to the bed without her noticing and him almost laying on her. At least he hadn't been groping her or anything, though there wasn't much TO feel in the first place…

"That's it…" when she did submit at long last she didn't feel what she expected, instead warm oatmeal penetrated her mouth and reluctantly, she swallowed.

Oatmeal? He had oatmeal? She was sure she saw a plate, but now, she didn't want to think, not about her vulnerability, the fact that the guy was feeding her, and the other fact that he was still on top of her…

None of that seemed to register as she began to drift.

"That's my girl."

She didn't know how, and she certainly didn't care when she felt he face hit something soft and muscular, she didn't complain since it was so warm. Not knowing that in the next few hours she would wake up on the man's chest and consider herself something very inappropriate.

Now the idea of slumbering on Cloud Nine seemed pretty appetizing.

And for some reason, when the man said 'that's my girl' and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her; she felt very warm and fuzzy inside…


A/N:

Org. XIII does know she can die, you would know since it was mentioned in the first chapter when Mov and Axel were talking, but when Axel brought it up the girl was kind of out of it, seeing as she was thrown through a wall. Unfortunately, this gives readers the idea she's invincible, but don't worry, she's not perfect and most definitely NOT a mary-sue.