A/N: The first official chapter! Now it'll make sense when I put in that this is a Naminé and Roxas centered story. Thank you for reading this! I truly, truly appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not anything associated with Kingdom Hearts. This story is purely fiction.

Girl-napped!

2. Taken

"Okay, Naminé he's just another guy waiting downstairs for you. Plenty of men have visited father and he's just the same as all of them. Just because he's the one that's buying me for the price of ten thousand dollars is meaningless! Just play it cool and make a good impression and tomorrow you'll be out of this house…and serving a strange man. Great."

Her speech had started out inspiring and positive, but slowly transformed into another one of Naminé's pity parties. She sighed staring at her reflection the vanity mirror. She frowned. "What is wrong with my hair," she seethed glaring at the honey blonde locks in the mirror. She lifted the brush from the vanity surface and began attacking her hair with it desperately trying to look presentable. As her mother, Quistis, always said: a girl with fluffy hair is not a girl with a good husband. Her mother was never one to rhyme with her little sayings. She had become very strict since Kairi's disappearance. There was never any fun in the house, and Naminé was almost glad to leave. She just never imagined she'd be leaving with him.

Naminé sighed again deciding to leave her hair alone. "I'll just put it up in a bun," she muttered under her breath. She began fixing her hair appropriately wrapping it into a tight bun, and with several bobby pins she managed to keep it in place. Naminé's hair was so thick she could barely do anything with it. Radiant Garden was so humid in the summer it has hard for her to look nice without looking like she was a fluffy monster. It didn't help that the window in her room was always open blowing in the humidity and warm wind.

She continued to stare at her appearance. "Eyeliner, mascara, nude eye shadow…check. Blush, check. Light pink lipstick, check. I've got everything," she said as she recited her mental checklist. It was another thing her mother had taught her. She finally scooted her chair away from the vanity, she had been sitting there for hours prepping for her soon to be husband. Yes, he had the decency to marry her.

Naminé stood up flattening down her dress as she did. "Now all I have to do is wait for my father to come and get me, wonderful," she announced to herself. She began pacing her room trying to settle her nerves. Her white dress moved from side to side as she frantically paced. Her mother always said white was her best color, which was why all of Naminé's clothes were completely white. It made her feel like the ice queen. She fiddled with the pearl studs in her ears. The smooth surface of the pearls somehow had a calming effect on her. "Just breathe!" she exclaimed.

"Ha, Baku was right she does always leave er' window open!" a boy quietly exclaimed. Outside of Naminé's window was a garden that the family tended too. The boy was quietly navigating through it making his way to the open window. He wore all black, including a black ski mask with several holes. His eyes and patches of hair were visible. He originally hadn't planned on wearing the worn out piece of rag (that's what he referred to it as), but his brother had convinced him it would be cool. He approached the building placing his back onto the wall.

"Great, now how am I gonna get all the way up there?" he muttered under his breath. His bright blue eyes scanned the garden for a ladder, but it was hard to tell what was what in the middle of the night. He turned to look at the open window once more and found a vine that led all the way to the top. "Bingo," he breathed happily. He quickly leapt onto the vine and began his short climb. He poked his head around the corner of the wall and saw his target. Naminé.

She was as beautiful as the rumors said. It almost made him wish he had enough munny to afford a beauty like her. But he had not a piece of munny to his name. He let out a disappointed sigh. 'Gah! Concentrate, Roxas. Now is not tuh time to be blown by er' beauty,' he thought with a shake of his head. He silently lifted himself into the window and onto the floor. He crouched down behind her bed and crawled to the side watching her pace back and forth. 'Wut is she so worried bout'?' The second she turned her back Roxas leapt from the side her bed and grabbed her mouth and began to pull her toward the window.

Naminé screamed and kicked as her intruder began pulling her toward the window. She wasn't going to let this happen to her. She wasn't going to end up like her sister. Naminé bit down on his hand as hard as possible. Roxas yelped in pain. "Aren't chu frisky," he breathed painfully.

"What do you want?" she demanded backing away from him.

Roxas laughed. "I didn't make myself obvious? Just come wit me and there'll be no problems, Naminé," he said outstretching his throbbing hand. "Yuh can help me get a great deal uh munny. Help me out?"

"No!" Naminé cried running to her door to escape. Roxas leapt and tackled her onto the floor. He wasn't going to let her get away. He grabbed her wrists and ankles binding them with restraints. "You cheat!" she seethed as Roxas lifted her from the ground and tossed her over his shoulder.

He walked back toward the window and smirked. "I would say hold on, but yer hands are bound up," he laughed before grabbing onto the vine and lowering himself out the window.

"I'll scream!" Naminé threatened.

Roxas hopped down to the ground with Naminé still in her grasp. "Oh, thanks for remindin' me," he said happily. He pulled a rag out of his pocket and wrapped it around her mouth, gagging her. "That'll make for safe travels!" he laughed as he quietly walked out of the garden, disappearing into the night.

Reno knocked on Naminé's door. "Sweetheart! It's time for you to go downstairs to Riku, I sure hope you're ready. He's very anxious to see you," he said through the door. He was surprised not to receive an answer of some kind. That wasn't like Naminé. "Look, I know you're nervous, but you know the law. We can't keep you any longer you're already twenty." He paused giving her a chance to answer him. "Ah Naminé!" he cried in frustration.

He pushed through the door and was surprised to be greeted by an empty room. "Naminé?" he called looking around. It was then he noticed the struggle marks imprinted on the carpet and the muddy tracks all over. "Quistis!" he cried running out of the room.

The morning came and Naminé found herself lying on the ground near a running brook and a large tree. She blinked her eyes and looked around. There he was. Her kidnapper, or girl-napper is what they were called. She glared at him. If only her mouth wasn't gagged. She watched as he rolled over and slowly woke up.

"Ah! That was a nice rest," he announced while stretching his arms. He seemed to have forgotten what he had done last night. He removed the ski mask that was covering his head to reveal his tanned face and the rest of his spiky, blonde hair. If Naminé wasn't so angry she would've found him attractive. "Geez, wearin' that thing was stupid. I'ma yell at Sora later," he grumbled tossing the mask into the brook. The next thing to go was his black outfit. Naminé watched in awe as he ripped off his shirt revealing his beautifully toned abdominal muscles. They were glistening in the morning light. She felt her heart race. Her anger was momentarily forgotten. She gawked at him as he began to slip off the black pants. Had he completely forgotten that she was there? She couldn't make a sound.

Naminé couldn't deny she'd never seen a sexier man. He had muscles she didn't even know existed. His abs, his forearms, his upper arms, his calfs, and every other spot on his body. He was toned beautifully and Naminé couldn't remove her eyes from such a gorgeous man. Wait a minute, how could she judge? She'd never seen this much of a man.

She longed for him to put his clothes back on, but that dream was crushed as she watched him throw those pieces of clothing into the brook. They slowly floated away into the distance. Her heart dropped. Yet, she couldn't deny a part of her was enjoying this. Not the fact that she had been girl-napped, but the stripping. She liked the color of his boxers, blue suited him. She noticed the color of his eyes were also blue, a very bright blue. They reminded her of the lake her father owned. His hair was a rich blonde and it jutted in every such direction. His bangs partially covered his eyes. If he hadn't stole her she would've been very attracted to him. She watched as he climbed into the tree disappearing in the leaves. 'What is he doing?' she thought curiously.

She nearly had a heart attack when he jumped back down to the ground, with clothes in his hand. It was so unexpected. He threw his overalls on the ground and started with his plaid, button up shirt. It was also blue mixed with white and yellow. Naminé watched him button every button before he began to slip into his jean overalls. He hooked the straps and then turned his eyes to Naminé.

"Ah! Shit! Ma'am! I am so, so sorry yuh had to see that. I kinda forgot yuh were there," he muttered. Naminé grunted and mumbled trying to say words, but nothing was coming out. "Oh, right. Here lemme get that offa yuh." He reached down and untied the gag from Naminé's mouth. That, too, was thrown into the brook.

"Would you mind sitting me up?" Naminé asked.

"Oh, right," Roxas mumbled. He grabbed hold of Naminé's shoulders and sat her up. "There ya go, miss." He sat down in front of her and studied her.

"What are you looking at?" she asked. Her words were dripping with venom.

Roxas tugged at his collar. She was making him nervous. "Yuh dun' hafta cock an attitude wit me, miss. I was jus' admirin' yer beauty," he said in a matter of fact tone.

Naminé laughed sarcastically. "I only have an attitude with you because you stole me from my family! Men like you are the scum of the earth! You're just going to take me and sell me for munny, aren't you?" she demanded.

"Well, I was actually plannin' on sellin' yuh back to yer folks fer munny. I certainly dun' wanna keep yuh! Not wit a mouth like that!" he exclaimed angrily, "And jus' so you know. I am not scum!"

She laughed again. "Only scum would stoop so low as to girl-nap me from my house in the middle of the night!" she screamed back.

Roxas growled. "You best control yerself, miss. I ain't afraid tuh hit a woman, or in yer case a bitch!"

"Excuse me! You have no right to call me that! You're the one who took me!"

"I happen tuh have a good reason fer doin' that! But you rich people wouldn't understand tuh circumstances of someone like me," he growled, "Yer life has always been easy while mine is a livin' hell. But I'm not gonna sit ere' and argue with yuh because that'd be a waste of my time. Let's go."

"How can I go anywhere? I can't even walk!" Naminé cried as she watched Roxas stand up.

"No worries, precious. I'll free yer legs, but yer hands are gonna be mine."

Roxas did as he promised and freed her legs from the restraints. He helped Naminé to her feet and smiled at her. "Missus like you are bound to run so just tuh be safe…" he began. He pulled a chain from his back pocket and attached it to her wrist restraint. Naminé growled as Roxas tugged on the chain. "Well yuh coming?" he joked.

"Do I have any other choice?" Naminé grumbled under her breath. The sooner he auctioned her up to her family the sooner she could be home. Naminé was already counting down the mental hours.

They walked for what felt like hours. Naminé had watched the position of the sun the whole time as a method of taking time. She didn't know what time it was specifically, but she could tell it'd been more than two or three hours of travelling and they were still in the middle of nowhere. "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Naminé finally asked.

Roxas turned his head to look at her. "Look, miss. Dun' question me. I'm jus' givin' yuh a tour!" he shouted before turning back around. 'Ah, who am I kiddin'? I'm more lost than Bessy was that day we let er' roam,' he thought with a grimace on his face. He had intended to steal Naminé and earn some munny from her selling her back. But if they were lost and ran out of food and water they would die and he would never get any munny. He let out a quiet sigh. He didn't want Naminé to know he was lost. He didn't feel like hearing her pompous attitude soar.

"I can sense it, we're lost," Naminé announced, "And that's mainly because we've passed this same tree three or four times already!"

Roxas scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Uh…how do yuh know that jus' ain't one of those coincidences!" he shouted with a fake laugh. "Yuh Radiant Garden girls…always assumin'…things." He was quickly silenced once he realized they were headed toward the same tree they had slept under the night before. Naminé had been right. "Aw, shit!"

Naminé grumbled to herself. 'I can't believe he of all people ended up stealing me. Why couldn't I get a smarter girl-napper? At least we'd be near civilization,' she thought. She silently scowled at Roxas glaring in his direction. He was too busy kicking the tree and cursing it to notice her actions. It was then a brilliant idea hit her. It was good fortune that had her lost in this expanse field. She grinned evilly. 'All I have to do is distract him and he'll keep going the wrong direction. Then Riku and my father won't have to go far to look for me, it's a brilliant plan!'

"Hey," she called staring at Roxas as he continued to kick the tree.

Roxas turned to look at her with utter shock on his face. "Youse talkin' to me? I thought yuh hated me, miss," he said in a sarcastic tone. His facial expression quickly reverted back to that of anger.

"I just wanted to know your name," Naminé replied with a small smile.

He lifted his eyebrow. Why was she being so nice all of a sudden? "Name's Roxas," he said suspiciously, "What're you tryin' to pull?"

"Me? Trick you? I'm a lady and ladies don't deceive!" she exclaimed. It was a small lie, but she needed to get him to trust her. That way she could walk circles around him, or better yet, make him walk around in circles. She opened her mouth to speak but the grumbling noise in her stomach spoke for her.

Roxas laughed. Naminé frowned. "You shoulda jus' tol' me you were hungry!" he exclaimed in the midst of his laughing fit. "Come on, I'm sure I can find us some food round' here," he said with a genuine smile. Naminé was lucky he turned around before he could see the flustered look on her face. For some reason, she felt…attracted to her captor.

Naminé shook her head. 'He's just a dirty country boy. I'm not attracted to him, nope. I need to focus on the mission,' she thought. Her determination was renewed.

Roxas led her into the left side of the large field of weeds. The grass was tall enough to poke Naminé's ankles as she maneuvered her way through from behind Roxas. He was walking at a pace she could barely keep up with, thus she ended up falling behind. She was practically being dragged through the sea of weeds. Naminé longed to stop and scratch her irritated ankles, but Roxas was carelessly leading without giving her well-being a second thought. The grass grew taller the farther they travelled into the field. It was slightly frightening for Naminé. Roxas, on the other hand, was enjoying the seclusion.

If he and Naminé were just wandering out in the open they were sure to be caught. Roxas had no doubt in his mind that Naminé's parents had sent a search party after her. He didn't want any trouble before he was ready to face it. So, taking her to food would benefit both of them.

He continued pushing through the weeds. If he and Naminé hadn't been connected by a chain he was sure he would've lost her. Roxas turned his head to see if she was following; he just wanted to be sure she was there. He hadn't heard a peep out of her in a while. He was greeted by the sight of an empty chain dragging after him. "Gah! Naminé!" he shouted turning around and running through the weeds. "Naminé!" he called searching for any sign of her honey blonde hair. It was hard to tell her hair and the weeds apart because their shades of yellow were so similar.

"Naminé!" he cried using his hands to move the weeds out of his way. "Ah, come on back! I was gonna feed yuh!" he cried frantically.

"Help me!"

Roxas turned toward the direction of the plea. "Naminé!" he cried again as he began to run in that direction. He pushed through some tall weeds to find Naminé sitting on the ground with tears in her eyes. The helpless look on her face was almost cute. Roxas couldn't help but feel pity for her. He had brought her out of her element and expected her to keep up with him. "Oh, Naminé," he cooed walking toward her.

She sniffled. "Why did you walk so fast! I can barely keep up with you, you idiot!" she scolded through her sniffles.

Roxas laughed and offered to help her up. She accepted and she lifted her to her feet. "Well, I lost my chain running round' lookin' for the likes of you," he joked. Naminé frowned a bit. "But that's all right, I'll jus' carry you to the oasis," he stated in all seriousness. Before Naminé could speak words of protest Roxas slung her over his shoulder and began to head in the direction he hoped would give them food.

"Can't you carry me in a more comfortable fashion?" Naminé whined, "This way hurts my stomach."

Roxas laughed again. Naminé frowned. "That would imply that I liked yuh, missy. And I still think you're a bitch," he laughed. He heard Naminé scowl. He laughed again and slapped her butt in the process.

"Ah!" Naminé screamed in shock. "How dare you!"

"Couldn't help myself," Roxas replied playfully. Luckily, once again, Roxas could not see the blush on Naminé's face.

'Nobody has ever touched me there. Not even my own mother; she rarely had a reason to discipline me and then she never used that method. That was so odd. Ah, what am I thinking? He's so vulgar!' Naminé thought. She was becoming confused.

"Well we're here, princess," Roxas announced. He lifted Naminé and placed her on the ground gently. "This is the oasis I was talkin' bout'. I've found that there's one in the middle of ev'ry weed field. Weird, huh?"

Naminé stared around her in shock. She never expected to see trees and a clear water pond in the middle of a field of weeds. Perhaps her sister had the right idea to dig through them? Naminé giggled happily and ran to the first tree she saw. It was an apple tree. She eagerly reached up to try and pick it, but she found this was difficult. The restraint around her wrists was preventing her from grabbing an apple.

Roxas smiled as he watched her struggle. 'That woman really is a beaut,' he thought as he approached her. "Why dun' I jus' unlock yer restraints?" he suggested. Naminé stared at him with surprised eyes as he unlocked her restraints. She was absolutely shocked and pleased all at the same time. She never thought that he would completely set her free. "Put yer eyes back in, you'll need those later in life," he joked noticing her expression. "Oh, and darlin'. You best to close yer mouth. A bug is likely tuh fly in there," he advised before turning to go find another fruit. Roxas didn't fancy apples.

Naminé quickly closed her mouth, but she was still completely shocked. 'He did something nice for me. What's this warm feeling? I don't understand.' She shook her head trying to get her mind off of Roxas. She had to focus on her plan. Naminé reached up and grabbed an apple. She dusted it off with her dress and then took a seat next to the pond. She took a bite and was happy to be greeted by the oozing juices coming from the apple. "Mm," she moaned before taking another bite.

Roxas's ears twitched. 'Did she just moan?' He turned his head to face where Naminé was seated. He heard her again. Shivers went down his spine. "Get it together, Roxas," he muttered under his breath. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate he found his ears drifting back to Naminé's moans. He couldn't take it much longer.

"Mm Mmm Mmm!"

"Ahh! Naminé! Stop makin' so much noise!" Roxas cried. It was practically plea.

Naminé grimaced. "What's your problem" she asked completely unaware of his situation.

Roxas shook his head. "Ah, dun' worry bout it. Please jus' try an' eat yer apple quieter. My ears are…sensitive," he lied. It wasn't his ears that were the sensitive ones. He quickly turned away trying to look distracted by the peach tree in front of him. He didn't want her to ask him anymore questions.

Naminé shrugged. "What a weird guy," she mumbled to herself. She took another bite of her apple, silently. 'He's cute, I-I mean weird…very, very weird.' Naminé giggled to herself. She turned to catch a glimpse of Roxas and smiled.

Very, very, very weird.

A/N: I want to thank all the reviewers I've had thus far! I really appreciate the reviews, let's me know if I'm doing a good job. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter because it marks the official beginning of Girl-Napped! Please leave me a review and I'll get back to you!