Bus seats are uncomfortable, I realize that now. Even more so when you have your hands and feet bond and have to lean up against a window so as not to fall over. They had roped off my mouth and all too, but I was in too much awe to even yell 'fuck' at them. I hoped he would come, but I didn't think he would be the one I would confess my true feelings for…

We rode down into Brooklyn, which was pretty far considering I had been picked up in The Bronx. I had made plans of escaping, I wasn't completely stupid, but seriously, where could I go now? I wasn't anywhere near the Order's territory and I was in…well, I didn't even know who ruled this part. I had a guess though.

I had hoped this could turnout like those movies and stories you always heard about, like where the grunts told you the whole master plan before you even could find out the plot of the story. These guys were the biggest, greatest sack of bricks I've ever seen. They probably had the IQ of a brick too. The sad part was these were bricks with guns, that could actually fire guns. Wouldn't Axel like that? Me getting shot before he could get here? But I couldn't exactly wait for him either, if these guys were anything like Xigbar and Saix together, well lets just say I'll live on their good days.

We stopped in front of a nice looking apartment complex, real rich territory of course. What was I doing? Were they taking me straight to the leader? "I feel honored" I would say with a bow worthy of only the stage I played on.

They motioned for me to come along, whereas I struggled to get up since I had been so casually tossed into the seat. When I got up I followed the path of bus seats and one of the bricks went over and picked up my sitar out of the hangover compartment. I could feel my eyes grow wide as he dropped it, a sharp 'clang' could be heard from inside it. I wanted to run to its side but the other brick stopped me and I was turned around and pushed down the bus stairs.

I caught my balance before I flew face first into the concrete. At that moment I realized it was dawn, the pink faded sky and bright morning sun hurt my eyes as I looked around.

"Here so soon? I would've expected you'd have more trouble getting him here." I knew that voice, it was monotone yet still had some kind of cool air about it. Of all people to run into first, Vexen. He was the one who could build anything and create some new kind of gunpowder to shot off only your hand when the gun was pointed at the sky. Seriously he was crazy, brilliant, but completely insane. "Well bring it inside, we can't have anyone see that he's here."

It? Me or the sitar? Oh, apparently me. I couldn't help but stare into those cold eyes as I passed by him in the doorway, then he grabbed my chin. Looking at both sides of my face, I tried to pull away, but he had those cold thin fingers that just seemed to wrench onto anything. "Such, a beautiful face, no wonder it was you he picked."

The hell, if I could've said anything that wouldn't have been muffled by the infernal gag in my mouth it would've been "What. The. Fuck!" Seriously not that interesting, but its true! And well it was the only thing I could've thought. His eyes just had that look, like I was a brand new toy and he was going to be the first one to use and break me. I did like it, of course I never liked him.

There weren't many I didn't care for, he just really creeped me out. The family we were, I tried to get along with everyone, things were just better that way. Lexaeus scared me, but he was just big and brawly but he had a good temperament. Luxord, you couldn't win against him but he always gave back your clothes after a good night of poker. Even Larxene, she was our little wolf in sheep's clothing, but even wolves could cuddle up to you in the night. Vexen simply was a shadow, he hid within himself working on things paying no heed to anyone or anything. It made us wonder what the hell he did, but we never questioned anything.

That probably would make you think what my purpose was here. I had good eyes and ears, a valuable system for locating hidden snipers, a good quality for being a good sniper. Trained by the lord of sniper's Xigbar himself. This way I didn't have to get hurt, I didn't actually have to be there when the blood was spilt. I had been adopted by Xigbar in a way, apparently all of us younger people in the Order had no immediate family…

I walked through the small hallways and up a flight of stairs. Finally I was brought to a room, I wondered who else I could possibly run into here and who's word everyone was working under.

"My my, the our little Nocturne caught without a note of help?" Whatever shall he do?" I was sitting up against the wall, even figured out a way to get out of here already without getting caught. I wondered if they'd realize I could chew through is material? Then the voice hit me before his body was visible, this was our paradox king. He could kidnap your sister, girlfriend and beloved mother, sting them up in the most horrid of ways and give you three minutes to save all of them. Which is what makes it a paradox is you couldn't save one let alone all three.

He sat down before me, wearing a Japanese kimono, "Do you like my place? I decorated it myself." He had an infamous grin, it would be the last thing most would remember if they actually escaped from his traps. I hope they went insane, I know I wouldn't be able to deal with it. I turned my head away from it just then, I could reply even if I wanted to. "Oh I see, here." He was being quite pleasant, his tone and all, unlike his touch. Which was so rough it would make an alligator the most wonderful cuddle buddy.

He removed that material I worked so hard to chew through. "Ah," was the first thing to come from my mouth after it was removed. "What the hell is all of this!" After getting to talk for the first time in twelve hours I could only force out a simple high pitched question. Xaldin only laughed and brushed it off.

"You know, I was against this, but like they said; you make excellent bait." He kept grinning, that malicious grin.

"Bait for what? What the hell is going on?" I stood up, or I tried, bound feet Demyx. And I feel back pretty hard against the wall.

"Ha, you do pretty good job of beating yourself up kid." He snapped his fingers, they brought in my sitar. The only object in the world I truly treasure. "Demyx, do you remember our little mission we went on not to long ago?" One of the bricks had brought him some tea, buy the looks of it, he had the whole setting of the Japanese emperor's tea house in this room. "With the Twilight Emerald?"

"Of course I remember it. It was the biggest heist we hosted this year." I was eternally confused. Why bring that up now? It was our most successful mission yet.

"That's right. You can remember can't you?" He sipped at his tea like some high class aristocrat would in a meeting. "I've heard you know where it is. The boss would like to have it back."

My stomach dropped, I had no idea where he was going with this, nor did I know why he was asking me. "I think people like to set me up with their problems." I replied.

"Is that so?" He snapped his fingers once again and the bricks what brought in my sitar were now manhandling the thing to get it open.

"What're you doing!" I whined, jumping up again only to fall forward on my knees this time.

He reached out and grabbed my jacket cloaks collar pulling me close to him, "I wouldn't think it were you to steal it back from us. Who did you give it too?" He shook me, his tea fell over, "Don't tell me you treasure them more than this instrument? Could it be?"

"I haven't done anything with your precious jewel," I gasped as his grip got tighter, "I didn't almost get my ass shot off to only come here to be slapped around by you!"

He let go of my cloak forcing me to fall over on my side. He got up and looked at his sleeve (which was stained with green tea) in displeasure. "I won't be the one slapping you around exactly." He took to the door while I was trying to get myself up. "Strip the sitar, and my little pet here. Make sure he's not trying to hide anything from us. Do whatever it takes to make him talk." He shut the door, and I closed my eyes. I couldn't careless what happened to me. But my sitar, I listened as it was eventually taken apart, incase I could be hiding their precious gem in it.

It was times like this I actually prayed, like every other man in fear. I was going to pray for God to send me an angel, but I was afraid he may just has well laugh in my face…