A/N: Yeah, well, next chapter. xD

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"Larxene, let me go!" A voice cried out, and a scuffling of sneakers were not far away from that emitted shout. There was some grunts and muffled curses as the struggling figure and his captor went down the alley.

"Shut up." The blonde murmured, looking behind her. Her bony fingers were clamped on to the boy's shirt at the back of the neck, dragging him along with his kicking feet and yells. Demyx wasn't a very happy kid right now.

"You can't boss me around," The water manipulator said with a snort, glaring at the girl. She turned, staring coldly at him, smirking slightly afterwards.

"Think of it as a big sister-little brother relationship." Larxene replied, turning away and continuing to drag the green-eyed adolescent down the alley. Demyx cringed at her last statement – The very thought of being related to the girl scared him tremendously.

But, Larxene wasn't the regular Larxene. As in, age wise. The water manipulator wasn't quite sure what age she actually was, but it had to be around eighteen or nineteen. Figures. He moaned, kicking at the ground while the powerful older adolescent pulled him to her destination.

And finally, after much dragging, shouting, arguments, and slaps in the face, they arrived. Larxene, with much of her strength, hurtled the younger one into the corner, him sliding to a stop right before he hit the brick wall. Demyx rubbed his head, both stressed and aggravated, and as he swiped away a loose strand of tan hair from his eyesight, the green-eyed adolescent stared at his captor, and perhaps, rescuer.

Larxene, however, merely rolled her eyes and walked to the other side of the hidden room. To get to this hide-out was quite difficult, and I won't even begin to explain how to do it. But in the end, you just open a door underneath your feet, and presto, you have your hidden room.

It was quite empty, littered with boxes and other heaps of junk that were available for sitting on. Demyx continued to stare at the girl.

She merely chuckled, shaking her head and taking out something from her pocket, which the green-eyed couldn't see. "You're such a child," she murmured, staring longingly at the thing held gently in her hands. Which, to Demyx, is quite amazing for Larxene – She doesn't hold anything "gently" and with care. Pfft.

"I would say the same to you," Demyx spat back, looking towards the ladder which led up to the way out. The blonde girl gave him a cold, piercing look before turning back to her figurine.

"Best not to talk about it," she said quite loudly. "We both know why we're like… this." The rocker's countenance grew gloomy for a moment, but gained its color when he glance back to the ladder. If only he could find some way to get out of here…

"Why did you kidnap me?" The blonde adolescent asked, turning to the girl and raising a brow. In truth, he was slightly scared of Larxene herself, but pushed that away from his conscious as his gaze locked on the older one's.

She shrugged, looking up from whatever she held in her hand. "I find out you got kidnapped, and, seeming there was nothing else to do, wanted to mess with you." She shifted her gaze back down to the thing in her hand. Demyx rolled his eyes in vain. Why? Why Larxene? Why couldn't it been, what, I dunno, Marluxia?

Torso and calves tightening, the adolescent lifted himself from the hard ground, standing firmly on the terra below him. "I'm leaving." He murmured, starting towards the ladder. But before he could make it out coolly and collected, Larxene was in his path, towering in height above him. Man, this really sucked. He used to be taller then her. And now… It was the opposite.

"Let's have a chat, Deymx." She said with an over-exaggerated and crazed smirk. He gulped. Talk about what? What'd they been doing for the past year?

"About everything." She said, as if answering his question. What did "everything" mean? Only the two, perhaps, knew.

And with that, and unwillingly, he was dragged across to the back room of the hide-out, afraid he may never get out.

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Both Sora and Goofy lifted Hayner up, setting him down on the small bed that Pence and Olette had made in the hide-away from small blankets and old fluffy things lying about. The brunette watched as the blonde murmured something as he was set upon the make-shift bed. The adolescent backed away, giving the victim a breathing room. The bleeding had stopped, and the wounds had been patched up with bandages that Donald had run over.

"Do you think he's gonna be ok?" Goofy said, rocking his ebony cranium from side to side. All nodded.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Sora replied, glancing warily at the unconscious blonde on the cushion-type furniture. "He has one deep wound, but nothing too serious." He looked to Olette and Pence – They looked slightly worried.

"Yeah, yeah, he'll be fine," the black-haired Pence said with a nod, as if reassuring himself it was true. Olette nodded her head as well, and soon, silence crept over them in a heavy fog.

"But what about Demyx?" Donald piped up, agitated by the silence. "Didn't he say Larxene was here?" His squawky voice made Sora come back to reality, eyes looking to the wizard. He nodded.

"Yeah, he said a blonde girl came and attacked him," The topaz-eyed adolescent replied earnestly. "Who else would save Demyx but Larxene?" They stood in silence for a moment, thinking about the idea.

"But we… killed Larxene," Donald said suddenly, once again breaking the awkward silence. He seemed to have a knack for that. "So, do you think she's your age, or what?" The wizard seemed confused about it, and was becoming impatient.

"Could be," Sora merely replied, looking towards the door. Large, powerful dent marks were evident in the wood, scratches deep and long seen on the wooden frame. It was no doubt that the blonde girl had been Larxene herself.

Sora needed some air, some time alone to himself to think. A walk always helped him relax. They decided to have Pence and Goofy to watch over Hayner, and the rest could go back to the hotel if they wished. No one did, but stayed with the unconscious Hayner, afraid what would happen if they left /this/ time.

But Sora was too stressed to stay. After a quick description of what he was going to do, gait headed towards the torn curtain, pushing it away as the adolescent stepped out into the open air.

A couple of steps were taken, and still, silence consumed the small, but lingering, time. Footsteps echoed off the walls, bouncing until vibration finally dissolved into oblivion. But another sound echoed off into the distance, and muscles tensed tremendously as head turned sharply to the left, where an open and darkened alley lay. He mostly guessed it was the small section leading to the street which lead to the Tram Commons, but this was only a guess.

But in front of the alley stood a darkened figure, about his height. Long, choppy hair came down to the figure's neck. Even from the small light of the moon could Sora see it had an odd tint of red weaved inside the black, which was obviously made by the shadows. The topaz-eyed adolescent could tell the figure was a male.

"Where are they?" The figure hissed questionably, raising cranium to try and look down on Sora. Wind rippled about his tinted hair, baggy jeans twitching slightly from the air current. Sora gave him a look. He looked familiar.

"Who are where?" The Keyblade Master merely asked, raising a brow and giving him another look. The figure seemed to roll his eyes.

"You know who I mean," He replied coldly, looking back to the brunette. "Now tell me where they are." Sora turned his torso to face the shadowed figure.

"Why should I do that?" The adolescent replied, his attitude rising. But after this, the figure took a step, revealing him in the moonlight. But before hr could ever take a glimpse at the other, stinging pain went into his face, and Sora fell to the floor, unconscious from the mere blow.

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A/N: Ok, hoped you liked it x3. Sorry it was late; I didn't have a lot of time over the weekend.

And, P.S., it isn't Axel.