A/N: Woah. So much reviews right over night! xD

RiosMasquerade: hides 'Dun worry, I'll finish it! I swear! Glad you like it, though! D

KHfan#34963: Aw, glad you like it! And yes, I bet you did find some grammar mistakes. I'm horrid at grammar.

Firelien: Glad you're enjoying it. And yes, sorry about "cranium" and all those weird words stuck randomly in there. See, I'm so used to roleplaying, that it just comes naturally. Sorry if it annoys any of you – It's a bad habit x3

jenny210: Thanks!

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A sudden pulse was sent through the adolescent's body as consciousness slowly, and painfully, was restored. Moan escaped his thin lips as Sora's eyelids squinted open, vision blurred and shaky. Heart pounded considerably, and he felt it on his face, right on his forehead. Hand lifting, he rubbed his head, feeling a stream of drying blood dripping from the hit.

"Now you're awake," the same voice said, in an agitated and impatient voice. Torso lifted, head spinning to his left as the figure stepped out of the shadows that were cast from the wall. A boy, maybe around Sora's own age, was seen. An odd-red tint was weaved into his hair, and like he had seen before, it hung where the boy's head and spine connected. A black t-shirt hung from upper-body, and jeans were worn over his legs.

An immediate realization clicked, and Sora shook his head, slightly in disgust. "Nice to see you too, Marluxia." The Keyblade Master replied, propping himself up from the floor by his hands. The wound on his forehead still pumped with a horrid feeling.

Marluxia stared at his captive for a moment, looking away and seemingly staring off into space. Sora paused, no words escaping his lips as the cloud of silence encircled them. "Yeah, whatever." The red-head's words replied. Blue glance looked back up to the defeated Organization XIII member.

"But I asked you a question," Marluxia continued, looking back to Sora. "Where are they?" The Keyblade Master squirmed for a moment, disturbed by the question.

"I don't know." Sora merely answered, hearing a growl under Marluxia's breath. The enemy's eyes lifted again, staring straight at him.

"I know you've /seen/ them," The scythe-holder went on, a persistent tone ringing out in his voice. "At least you've seen Demyx." Another pause in which neither said anything.

"At least you got something right." The brunette replied sourly, still not all well-settled with Marluxia being the "bad guy".

"When's the last time you saw them?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Once again, another pause. The teenage-red head sighed, shaking his head. "Because… Because we need to have a "friendly chat"." Sarcasm oozed in his voice as the boy straightened up, stretching out his arms and shoulders for a moment. Sora's head had calmed down, but his legs felt like iron. So he was in no condition to get up from his lying position.

Sora's mouth began to open, but like in slow-motion, there was a loud crash at what was seemingly the door, and in a blast of dust and small particles of wood, there stood none other then Larxene, and held behind her, Demyx.

The Keyblade Master glanced at Marluxia's expression, which was a mixture of surprise and shock at the very same time, but not to mention a tint of joy mixed into the jumble. Larxene's looked the same, and the two's eyes met for the first time since they "died". Demyx, well, just sort of stood there.

"Ok, ok! Love scene over." The water manipulator exclaimed, able to wriggle out of Larxene's grip, now that it had loosened with the sight of Marluxia. The two others gave him a look, while Sora merely smirked. Aw, Larxene and Demyx wouldn't end up with each other. Too bad.

"I was trying to find a new hide-out, since Demyx escaped the last one." The blonde-girl said, giving a cold glare to the rocker. He grinned nervously, taking a backwards step from the two. "And I could only think of this place… And I accidentally found you." There was another pause. It was annoying Sora.

And he could've sworn Demyx was whistling "Accidentally in Love" under his breath.

But enough of that. Sora, finding the strength in his legs, crawled up to a standing position, leaning against the wall and watching the scene, seemingly unnoticed. He was mistaken.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Marluxia replied, glancing angrily to Demyx before turning back to the blonde girl. The whistling immediately stopped.

"Yeah, it has, but you know, I'm just gonna leave." The rocker began quickly, it ending so fast Sora could barely hear him as the blonde-teen started for the door. He was easily caught by Larxene's grip once more.

"Let me go!" Demyx yelled, trying to wriggle out of the girl's grip on his shirt. The guitar pendant on his shirt was jingling about on his torso from even the slightest movements of his muscles. "Can't you help me?" He yelled out, looking to Sora with a pleading countenance. The brunette took in a sharp breath – It seemed he was caught in the middle of this awkward war.

"Oh, right, he's here." Marluxia grumbled, turning to the brunette. "I needed to ask you some questions."

"You already did."

"That doesn't mean I have more then, does it?" There was a smirk on the Organization XIII member's face as he shook his head. "It's funny – You think you've been through a lot – Try being one of us."

A/N: I know! So short. And sorry I haven't updated. Been busy.