Marluxia walked slowly down the steps, reaching the lowest level of the castle. The superior had sent him, he was supposed to let him know. Why? Probably just to taunt him. One never knew why the Superior did what he did. Pushing open the door, he entered the dungeon. Or, at least, that's what he called it. It was a single cell room, and, despite the white walls and lights, it felt dark. He hated coming down here. He unlocked the cell door, the lock giving way with a loud screech. Walking in, he approached the motionless figure chained to the ground. "Wake up," he said, giving the person a rough kick. The boy let out a little moan, shifting slightly. Pulling itself up, it sat on the ground, legs out in front, hands in his lap. His hair was blonde, yet very dirty, although how it got that way was a mystery. The room was spotless. He was wearing torn, tattered white clothing, but a black cloak lay discarded in the corner. "Come to make fun of me again?" he asked, his voice dead and monotone. "Or maybe you've come to beat on me? Perform some more experiments?"
Marluxia smirked. "Well, as much fun as that would be, I'm actually here to deliver a message. The boy continued to look at the ground, saying nothing. "Oh, so you don't care? Fine, your loss." Marluxia turned, heading for the door.
"……No…wait. Please tell me," the boy said. Marluxia smirked, turning back around. "She remembers." The boy's head shot up, and he stood. He ran for the door, held back by the chains. "Please! Let me go! I have to go to her!" he shouted, pulling hard as if he meant to break the chains. Marluxia looked him in the eye, taken aback by the fierce glow. The deep blue eyes shone with life, and renewed hope. Marluxia looked away, unable to hold his gaze. "Thought we'd let you know," he smirked, ignoring the pleas for release. The boy glared at him. "You must let me go! She needs protection!" Marluxia crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "Yes, she needs protection. Protection from you. We still need her oh-so-valuable talents, and you would screw that up. Besides, we can't have you running about while we're still investigating Sora, now can we?" Not waiting for an answer, he walked out of the cell, locking it behind him, before slowly heading back upstairs.
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Ten fell to his knees, slamming his fists into the ground. No… he was getting out. Namine needed him. As time went on, she would forget again. He didn't want her to forget him, it had taken long enough for her to remember him. Who knew how long it would be until she remembered again? He looked around at his cell. He had always had the ability to free himself, but had never chosen to. With Namine here in the castle, and Sora off chasing heartless, he had stayed, biding his time. He had put up with the Organisation, let them think we was weak and defeated, so that when he was ready to leave, they'd be totally unprepared. Like now. Getting back up, he went to the corner, slipping into the black trench coat. Then he called Oblivion and Oathkeeper.
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Namine blinked, trying to look through the rain and see where she was. It was so dark though, that all she could see were neon signs on buildings, none of which she recognised. Great. She was lost. Again. Fighting back some tears, she stumbled across to some stone steps, slipping silently across the wet pavement. Collapsing on the steps, she brought her knees up to her chin, huddling for warmth. Damn Axel for finding her. And damn Marluxia for destroying her picture. It was strange, really. The boy on the paper had seemed so familiar. But no, it was just a dream. He was just a dream. She looked back out into the rain, deep in thought. However, in the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a shadow, moving. Getting up, she walked over to the dark mass. She crouched down, reached out with one hand, and gave it a poke. The head swivelled around, looking at her with two yellow eyes. Taken a back, Namine fell. Wasn't that one of those things Sora fought? A heartless? Her eyes widened, and she put one hand protectively over her chest, backing away. The shadow followed. Scrambling up, she dashed in the opposite direction, only to find a row of more heartless. Now she knew why that house had been abandoned.