Oh my god! I'm so sorry you guys, I had no idea that it's been so long since an update. Hopefully this chapter will make up for it. Thanks for putting up with me, those of you that have waited. Thanks for the reviews/favorites, and I really am sorry!

This chapter rated T for:

-Alcohol reference

-Mild Violence

-Language

-A corny scientist

Disclaimer: I own no part of Kingdom Hearts, but I do own this storyline.

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Project Nobody

Chapter 3

Demyx and Roxas were still hanging out at the boring party. Well, Demyx thought it was boring, but Roxas was having a great time. In fact, he was enjoying himself so much, that he didn't take the time to notice that somebody had spiked the so-called punch, and had sipped himself into a drunken state. After seeing the Key of Destiny like this for over an hour, Demyx had had just about enough, and wanted to go home.

"Roxas, c'mon…You've had way more than enough punch. Besides, we'd better go back and check on Axel. You saw how he was before we left, and he might be worse by now. You don't want something bad to happen to him, do you?" the melodious nocturne attempted to convince Roxas yet another time.

"Awwwwwww….he'll be finneee… just haffa dinnkk and fohget about it." XIII slurred.

Demyx sighed. Why was he always the one that got stuck taking care of people? When Axel or Roxas were sick, he's always helping them with their every need. Sure, it seems like the right thing to do, but when it comes to those two, it's the hardest thing to do. They're always like:

"Demyx, I need water!"

"Demyx, I'm hungry!"

"Demyx, where are you? I need you!"

He was so sick of it by now, that he could kill the next person that asked for his help. Though on the plus side, helping those in need did make him feel good.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a certain someone break a certain lamp, causing a huge crash noise to ensue. He turned around to look at the damage.

"Roxas! What the hell are you doing?!" The sitar player ran over, after seeing the most-likely expensive light fixture now in a million pieces on the floor.

"I…I thought lamps could fly." Roxas confirmed, causing Demyx to smack his forehead in embarrassment.

"Alright, Rox…time to leave before you burn the house down." He said before grabbing the youngest organization member by the arm and dragging him out the door before he even had time to protest.

"Targets appear to be leaving the designated area, sir." Somebody said through yet another headset, as he was looking at a device that showed the location of Roxas and Demyx on it, indicating that they were heading towards the door.

"Perfect. Now's the time to prove to them that their precious friend wasn't as insane as he appeared to be." The leader of the man stated.

"Right." The lackey spoke before turning his attention back to the door, gun in his hand for emergency.

Demyx and Roxas were completely clueless, and continued towards the door.

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When Axel woke up all he could register was the fact that he felt drowsy, and nauseous. Funny thing was, he didn't do anything to make him feel this way.

"Oh well, it's probably all the stress..if I can even BE stressed." He thought, before trying to sit up without much success. Something held him fast, and whatever it was, he didn't like it.

Axel opened his eyes to get a look at what was keeping him there, but was only blinded by the bright lights, and the completely white and sterile room. Squinting, he managed to look himself over and found thick leather straps fastening him to a table.

His eyes widened. That man! That man must have found him! He was too delirious a few seconds ago to think of that, but now it was the only logical answer! And what about Demyx and Roxas? What if he had gotten them too? He was screwed.

"Let me go, you asshole! I know it's you!" he yelled, his demanding cry echoing through out the room.

As if on cue, that man walked through the door, a devilish smirk clearly showing on his slightly aged face.

"So, you're finally awake?" he asked an obvious question.

"No shit, Sherlock. Now let me go!" The Flurry ordered.

The scientist let out a small chuckle before answering. "I'm sorry, Axel. That's not an option as of now. You see, I've been waiting years to find a nobody like you. One that's not weak. And you, my heartless friend, certainly are not. You proved that already."

Axel gave the man a weirded-out look. Was this guy for real? He was just all out disturbing, and acted like he was clinically insane. If he got out of this, he would definitely recommend him to a psychiatrist.

"Why is it not an option?! I don't want to be used as some damn guinea pig! Screw that! I'm on vacation, and I plan on enjoying it with my friends, thank you!" the red-head admitted, getting more and more enraged by the minute.

"Your friends?" the creepy man asked "Your friends are in a similar predicament right about now. You know that by now, don't you, Axel?" he finished, his smirk growing wider, if that was even possible.

Axel cringed. He hated when the man called him by name. Granted it was better than being referred to as a specimen, but he liked his name, and now the guy had just gone and ruined it.

Shaking his head, he decided he should stay on topic.

"What the hell did you do with Demyx and Roxas, you prick?!' Axel spat at him.

"Now, now..no need to get so upset..they're not hurt." Axel's captor assured him, before heading over to the wall next to a projector screen that Axel had only noticed now.

"But if you really must see them.." he ended his sentence before pressing the button.

The pyro looked up at it and what he saw surprised him. Demyx and Roxas were trapped in a somewhat dark room, with strange looking people (uniforms and all) surrounding them, guns in hand. Demyx was leaning in the corner, obviously scared, while Roxas was sitting on the ground, resting his arms on his knees, giving the men glares. Even Axel couldn't help but widen his eyes a little. He looked over at the still nameless, and slightly old man. He would yell at him again, but his friends' lives were on the line. One wrong move, and those two were dead. He had to be careful for now.

"Let them go. Now." He hissed.

"With pleasure. I'll let them go as soon as I'm through with you. Now…do I have your cooperation?" Axel heard him ask.

"I guess there's no way out of this…" Axel thought, biting his lip.

"If I let you do whatever stupid tests you want to do" Axel had to pause to regain his composure. Lord knows what this man was going to do. "Do you swear on your life that you'll let them go? Unharmed?" he asked. He knew it was kind of a Hollywood movie line, but there's really nothing else you can say to a man that could kill your best friends at a moment's notice.

The evil scientist's eyes seemed to light up with delight.

"Of course, of course." He stated. Axel sighed with relief, but was still worried deep down. He would never forgive himself if something happened to his friends.

"Now..we must get started as soon as possible. There's no more time to waste for this experiment." He told Axel, as he pulled out gloves and snapped the two of them on. However, that's not was frightened Axel. Oh no.

It was when the man went over to a cart and held up a gleaming, as well as sharp knife for Axel to see that made him all the more worried. Only this time, it was for himself.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it, please read and review so I don't lose my confidence. I would really like your opinion on this chapter, to know if I should continue or not. Also, sorry if this chapter seemed a little rushed. I didn't have a lot of inspiration for it, so it was kind of written off the top of my head.