Author's Note: Well that was a pleasing response! Thanks for the comments guys, I really appreciate them :D I'm surprised that I've posted this now as opposed to later, to be honest with you o.o So much for an 'infrequent' update, eh? Lol.

So as time goes on we learn more information about Xion. And that rhymed. XD So I'm putting the new information in throughout the story. Not immediately though. I mean like… it's confirmed now that Axel, Roxas and Xion are friends and stuff. And I haven't put that in. Yet. ;) Mwahahaha. I r t3h eebilz. Any who, on with the story!

II.

The squealing door was violently closed, the very force of it rattling the nearby bars. A vicious, angry glare through narrowed eyes was sent towards the one imprisoned, the very expression being along the lines of 'I dare you to try again'. The prisoner looked to the captor, the meaning underneath the timid stare almost acting like a promise, like a rise to the challenge.

Xion watched as Axel turned away, going down the corridor, vanishing from sight. Her frail hands held onto the bars tightly, as though they were the only things that were going to keep her sane. She exhaled deeply and rested her forehead against the metal, shivering at the cold touch. She bit her lip, her mind working a mile a minute, trying to come up with another way to escape. She was sure that Number I had reinforced the wall this time.

Footsteps soon sounded. They were swift and calm, like the gentle flow of water. She lifted her head and watched through cobalt eyes as her guard for the next couple of hours entered, one hand on his hip, the other idly hovering by his side, tapping his fingers against his side for no reason at all. She watched quietly as he stood three feet away from her, looking down on her with an expression that was akin to pity.

"In here again, huh?" he asked, lifting a hand to readjust his blonde hair.

She said nothing and scowled at him. She hated everyone in this damn Organisation, for what they put her through, the chaos, the turmoil, the insanity, the torment… All of it. Some tried to befriend her originally, such as Axel and Number XIII, but they eventually gave up. Axel wasn't normally as angry as he had been today when chasing her, but regardless…

"Hm, I guess you'll have to stop trying to run away," her guard said in a childish manner, squatting down on his knees. He had a childish smile on his face, one full of innocence, yet Xion knew that behind this mask, this man was as lethal as the others he picked on and feared, "It's not so bad here, y'know! We're not all that bad. Just accept your fate. You belong here, with us. This is your home, this is you new, real home."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Stop trying to chase your past, because you won't find it."

"I will find my past, Demyx. Just you watch me."

Demyx laughed, placing his hands on his knees. He tilted his head slightly and shook it, that goofy smile still on his face, "Good luck with that Xion, because you're never gonna get out of here. You'll be here forever, friend! You're never going to set foot outside The World That Never Was freely… On missions sure, but you're always supervised, remember? Number I's orders. Anyway. Be a good girl and just sit there until we need you next."

She had long faded out of listening, her mind once again focusing on a possible means of escape. She could attack Number IX now and knock him out cold, then maybe find a way to break these bars. They seemed pretty weak at the moment. But where was she going to do that? How was she going to get time to do that? It seemed impossible…

With a sigh, Xion crawled away into the corner and curled up, pressing her legs to her chest, trying to fade away further from the dull howling of the wind outside, Demyx's quiet (yet noticeable) singing (as well as his frequent mutterings of 'where's the other guard'), and her own inner turmoil.

Smoke slowly slipped from his clenched fists, which were dangling helplessly by his sides. Axel's footsteps were rigid and robotic, going slowly down the corridor to the meeting room. He passed Luxord earlier, who snickered at his current frustration, and was about to taunt him, his mouth opening. He kindly responded, though, with a deathly glare, promptly putting his in place. He encountered Saix as well, who simply smirked and did nothing more.

Soon enough, he heard a familiar voice and a medium-paced jog, "Axel!"

Despite knowing that the origin of the voice was from his best friend, he did not hinder his pace. His shoulders were hunched, his body was stiff, and his breathing was harsh. It annoyed him that he was always the one sent out to capture her. Why can't someone else do the damn job? Still, nothing annoyed him more than the fact that she was still trying to get away. She had been trying for so, so long… Why couldn't she just give up?

Why did she always push people away?

"Axel!" Roxas was now by his side, lightly patting him on his left shoulder, "I've been calling you for ages."

"Hm."

"Whoa, back up! Where's the fire?" he grinned slightly, noticing the smoke rising from his friend's hands.

"I'm not in the mood for your puns today."

There was silence as they both continued to walk. Eventually, Roxas broke it, "Did she…?"

He did not need to finish the sentence, for Number VIII knew what the rest of it was, "She tried again but I caught her. She's getting closer and closer to the exit, Rox. I dunno what's gonna happen anymore. I can't keep this up. She's going to escape when we least expect it. It'd be much easier if she just gave up and accepted her damn fate."

They came to the meeting room. Soon enough, the door was opened a crack, and a voice from inside slithered out, "Enter."

The Flurry Of Dancing Flames left his companion behind and strolled in, closing the door harshly behind him. The room was a glaring, harsh white, and as always, it almost blinded him upon entry. He blinked several times, getting his eyes to adjust, before lifting his head. After they adjusted, they landed upon Number I, who was poised in his chair, looking down at him with dissatisfaction, though there was a hint of content upon his dark features.

"Axel."

He bowed stiffly and quickly, though in no means was it truly in respect, "Xemnas."

The Superior's lips curved into a slight smirk. His yellow eyes remained fixed upon the Nobody as he hissed, "Sit."

He chewed the inside of his mouth and did as he was asked, teleporting to his own white throne, which conveniently had 'VIII' inscribed at the top. Now lazily slouched in his seat, he looked back up towards Number I, his jade eyes partially narrowing. He noticed that he was still gazing at the door, where he had entered, and had not looked to him at all. No matter.

Silence held them both for a long time, before the man's deep voice ricocheted throughout the room, "Well done."

"It's getting harder and harder to catch her, Xemnas," he growled, resting his heavy head in his hand. He ran his fingers through his red hair in frustration and boredom, "I can't do this by myself anymore. One guard isn't enough, Xion needs at least two, maybe three. That cell needs to be reinforced with… I don't know, something so strong she can't cleave it in half. And even then, if she breaks out again, I need help."

"You have your loyal legion of assassins," Xemnas hummed, still staring at the door, as though he was trying to see through it. He paused briefly before continuing on, still smirking, "Are they not help enough for you?"

He twitched, "They're fine, but what I mean is I'll need another Organisation Member. She almost got out this time."

"Maybe you are not doing your job properly."

"Excuse me!?" Axel bellowed, glaring at the Superior. He had finally snapped. His hands jumped to the end of the chair's arm rests, clenching the edges of them with all of his might, just to prevent the urge to shoot him with a couple of flames. That would've been really nice right about now, "I'm not doing my job properly?! I've brought her back every single time, just like you've fucking asked!"

"Do not raise your voice at me, Flurry Of Dancing Flames!" Xemnas roared. Within an instant, he had teleported before the angry Nobody, holding a glowing, red blade to his throat. His yellow eyes stared deep into the jade ones opposite him. Two different colours, two different people, both equally infuriated, "May I remind you that you are a mere pawn to my game, and I can dispose of you at any time I wish! I am the Superior Nobody, I am Number I, I am your Master!"

Axel said nothing. He silently boiled, looking straight back at the Superior with a hardened scowl and narrowed eyes. It appeared as though that his face had gone pale, too. He was clearly reigning in all of his desire to throw the man to the floor, or punch him, or kick him, or scald him, or cut him – any form of physical abuse. His nostrils flared as he breathed in and out evenly and hardly.

"Don't you have anything to say, fool?"

His eyes narrowed further into slits.

Xemnas growled angrily. He pressed the blade harder against his throat, "Do not treat me with such disrespect, Number VIII."

He still said nothing. Before long, the front of his cloak was grabbed, and with unusual strength, he was tossed to the floor, his body colliding with the white ground harshly. Grunting, Axel stood up hurriedly, looking up at where Number I was. He was still poised in mid air, the blade still pointing where his throat previously was, though his left hand was behind him an extended, having thrown his body.

Within the blink of an eye, he had suddenly disappeared, and was standing before him once more, blade pointed at his throat. A cunning smirk bestowed upon his features. It was as though all former anger had vanished, though in actual fact, it just had been cleverly disguised, "I expect you to continue on with your duties until her will to break free has been subdued. You will continue doing this alone with only your Assassin Nobodies."

"Yes, sir," he hissed.

"Dismissed."

Both turned away from one another, one teleporting to his former seat, the other heading for the exit. As Axel put a hand on the doorknob again, he felt it smoulder beneath his palm. He scowled and twisted it, about to open it wide.

"Oh, and Axel?"

"What?" he snapped irritably, almost crushing the melting doorknob in his hand.

Xemnas smirked, leaning back in his seat. He gestured towards the door and spoke slyly, "Tell Number XIII that if he ever eavesdrops outside my door again, I will make him wish that he had never been created in the first place."

"Yes, sir."

With that said and done, the Flurry Of Dancing Flames left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

What am I looking for?

Hours had slid by since she had been brought here once more. Xion looked out to the heart-shaped moon in comfort, holding onto the bars of the window. Demyx had long fallen asleep on the floor, like a drunken youth. The other guard, Xaldin, was still awake and monitoring her every move carefully. His eyes did not dare leave her form.

I'm looking for my past, I know that… But why do I feel so compelled to do so?

Because she didn't want to spend the rest of her Nobody life not knowing. But so what? Roxas wanted to know about his past life too, though he didn't exactly try to break out and find out for himself. She just… felt so caged here. She felt like that she would rot in here and die. But she felt that she was so much more capable of… many different things.

Why am I drawn to it? I do not question every fact, I just want to know… want to know…

Who she really was, because she certainly didn't feel right as 'Xion'. She never felt whole, despite lacking a 'heart' as everyone said. She felt like she was a part of something bigger, be it for the good of the worlds, or the bad. Like there was a destiny to fill out, like there was a card yet to be put on the table, a flame yet to be lit, a tsunami yet to rise, a book yet to be read, a breeze yet to erupt into a gale…

…An image yet to be sketched.

She could go on with the imagery.

It feels like I'm suffocating in here without these memories…

She scowled, tightening her grip on the bars.

Why can the others remember their past lives, but Roxas and I can't? Why could Zexion remember his past life's name? Why could Marluxia remember the smallest, most ridiculous facts about his old 'family'? Why can Axel recite the very first time he played with a Bunsen burner at school, down to the smallest detail where his hair caught fire?

Robbed.

Where are my sunny skies? Where are my beautiful ocean waters? Where are my vast landscapes?

Robbed.

Where are my memories?!

Xion slammed her fist into the wall and sighed helplessly.