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Just as Sora, Donald, and Goofy had made their way to the castle's fourth floor, they stopped dead in their tracks. Well, Donald stopped, causing Sora and Goofy to follow suit. "I hope the king is okay." Donald thought out loud.

Sora gave a questioning look to Goofy, who returned it more or less. "Why bring that up all of a sudden?" Sora said, crossing his arms.

"I just wanted to make sure I haven't forgotten about him." Donald answered.

"And?" Goofy asked curiously.

"I still remember perfectly!" Donald exclaimed, crossing his arms and holding his head up high. "Me and Goofy are on a quest to find him." He said pointing to Goofy and himself.

"Yep!" Goofy said, confirming Donald's memory. "The king helped save the world by staying on the other side of the door to darkness." He said scratching his head.

"If Goofy still remembers, then I won't be forgetting anytime soon." Donald said, nodding.

Sora nodded in agreement. "And me - I'm looking for my friend Riku. He was with the king when the door closed." Sora crossed his arms, looking up towards the ceiling. He smiled and said, "I guess we really can't forget the most important memories."

"I hope not." Donald said with a worried look on his face.

oXo

The Creep decided it was time to meet this Naminé he had heard so much about. It took him about an hour to find the room where she was being held, and it was completely worth his time. Within the room he found his favorite pink-haired buddy. "Hi Marluxia." The Creep greeted warmly. Instead of a firm handshake, or another pleasant response of the sort, he found himself face to face to a large, pink blade.

Before Marluxia's mind had time to process the information, his scythe was stuck in the ceiling, he was hogtied using Naminé's unused blanket, and he was pinned to the floor by none other than The Creep.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME, YOU IRRITATING NUISANCE!?" Marluxia roared, sending echoes through the entire castle. The Creep leaned over to Naminé to shake her hand and introduce himself, paying no mind to the man struggling for freedom under him.

"I've heard so much about you," The Creep said rubbing his chin, "But I seem to have forgotten your name." He finished in a calm tone. Naminé didn't immediately reply, but did stop drawing to look down at Marluxia, who was now being used as a human cushion. She quickly resumed her work as soon as she saw that nasty look on the defeated man's face.

"My name is Naminé." Naminé mumbled.

"That's a cute name." The Creep turned his head towards the nervous blonde. "Naminé?" The Creep asked in a serious tone, attracting Naminé's attention. Naminé stopped drawing to look at him. "If you could have anything, what would it be?" The Creep asked.

Naminé only looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Standing up and walking towards the door, The Creep looked over his shoulder only to see Marluxia bouncing toward him. Just as Marluxia was about to tackle him, The Creep disappeared, leaving one very, very disgruntled Nobody in his place.

'I hope Marluxia's not too angry.' Naminé thought to herself. She leaned in to work on her picture while trying not to attract Marluxia's attention.

"Ah, Naminé?" Marluxia said in his sweet tone he used with Naminé. Naminé looked up to see Marluxia curled backwards on the floor trying to undo the knots on his limbs. "Could you be a dear and help me?" He asked, as if she had much of a choice.

'I wonder where Razyn is...' Naminé thought while she tended to Marluxia.

oXo

"I remember!" Sora exclaimed, just as he had climbed the stairs to the fifth floor. Donald and Goofy walked over to Sora, curious as to what caused his outburst. "There was another girl."

Goofy looked around the room and said, "What? Where?"

"Here." Sora, Donald and Goofy heard a familiar voice coming from the back of the room, near the stairs. Sora turned to see the group's favorite specter-like spectator. "The girl you speak of is right here, in this castle. Being held captive by our enemy." The Creep explained, without his casual disposition. "She's safe for now, but I don't know if you'll be able to get there fast enough to prevent anything from happening." The Creep turned, and walked down the stairs, letting Sora and the gang contemplate his news.

oXo

Axel was running through the seemingly endless corridors of Castle Oblivion, trying to catch his watch shift.

The Organization was usually lenient on time frames, jobs, shifts, appointments, none of the members really care if you were perfectly punctual. Just as long as the person in question is patient. Members like Zexion and Lexaeus will wait for most of the day, usually because they bring their work with them always, several books for research and weapons for training, respectively.

Other members, like Saix and Vexen, actually expect you to be early. Unless you're a higher rank than them, or stronger then they are, you will receive a severe beating, or a very stern lecture. Respectively, of course.

How a leader will react, however, is anyone's guess. A leader has to be patient with his men - this is a universal rule among head honchos. But, he also has to set examples for the others in the group - another one of those rules.

Marluxia was the lord of Castle Oblivion, a.k.a. the boss of anyone working in the building. That's why Axel was in such a rush to make his shift. Marluxia is notorious for becoming distracted with his own work, so just about everyone takes their sweet time meeting him for whatever buissness he has with that particular member.

Marluxia had only been the boss of the castle for a couple of days - not long enough for Axel to classify his 'bossitude'. So that is exactly why Axel is running at top speed through the castle, to ensure that he wouldn't get on Marluxia's bad side yet.

Little did he know, Larxene had been following him for at least twenty minutes. She wasn't scared of getting in trouble with the boss, but that didn't mean she was going to let her reputation as being the only punctual Organization member be ruined. So she was chasing Axel, who was just trying not to be late, and was the only other who knew about her blemished reputation.

oXo

"Axel reporting for duty, sir!" Axel said, just as he burst through the door to Naminé's room, with Larxene following close behind. He was out of breath, and he was exhausted, but at least he was on time. Marluxia turned towards Axel and gave him a smile. Axel let his held breath out, relieved that he wasn't in trouble. But now there was another problem, the boss was approaching him a bit faster than comfort would allow.

"Larxene, you look horrible." Marluxia said from behind Axel. Apparently, Larxene had followed him for some reason. Axel ignored the two buddies and walked over to the crystal orb and start his shift.

"What brings you here?" Marluxia asked the blonde. "Your shift doesn't start until - oh that's right..." Marluxia trailed off. Seeing Larxene's confused expression, Marluxia quickly explained. "I accidentally set our clock ahead seven hours. It's part of a little experiment. Sorry." Marluxia apologized, rubbing the back of his head.

'I guess I don't have to worry about that punishment for a while.' Axel thought pulling up a chair and watching Sora fight his way through yet another slew of Heartless. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Naminé was drawing herself with Sora, Riku, and Kairi.

oXo

'This doesn't look good.' Razyn thought while hiding in the hollow space above Naminé's room camouflaged as the ceiling. 'I won't be able to get down there anytime soon. Naminé will have to wait until Marluxia and all those other Nobodies have left.' Razyn pinched his nose. 'Even worse, I think I'm gonna sneeze...'

A/N

Thus concludes yet another chapter of Anything You Want.

Tune in next week for the newest installment!

Razyn Bio

(I most likely won't be able to do this in the actual story, and I'm sure it's a little awkward trying to imagine him without knowing what he looks like. So, enjoy.)

Eye color : Brown

Skin color : Celtic

Hair color : Neon Blue (Naturally Blonde)

Height : 5' 5"

Hair Length : Shoulder-ish, styled to look like a star with someone's head jammed into one of the gaps (from the back)/ like a bunch of fingers are coming out of his head (from the side).

Razyn's appearence can only be described as "the better outcome of a cross between goth and yuppie." It's no wonder considering his slightly gaunt appearence, as well as his calm and calculating demeanor. His pale skin, combined with his calm brown eyes, and alluring voice, allow him to almost hypnotize people upon meeting.

He wears loose fitting leather-plated shirts and jeans under his cloak with an equal black and white motif throughout. His cloak is loose as well, with sleeves that come past his wrists and ankles, but short enough so it does not drag across the ground or get in the way. Split straight down the middle, the right side is black, while the left is white. There is also a hidden zipper down the middle as well as two pockets on either side. What looks like jagged fabric hangs from the back near the shoulders, suggesting there was once a hood or cowl, suggesting he is used to close ranged fighting.

That is Razyn, 0-2, The Essence of- whoa! I'm getting ahead of myself.

qinop out.