Hey, thanks for the reviews, people! However, somebody said they were still OOC? Well, I didn't exactly follow, so if you could tell me how or whatever, please do so! I don't want to mess up or anything! Anyway, I did get a review saying that it was good so far and that made me feel better. Also, you guys really didn't know Mugen and Jin's ages? I'm shocked! I guess...I dunno. I'm speechless. Really. Oh well. You know now and that's what matters! See? You learn something new everyday, huh? Ok, enough chat.

Disclaimer: SC or the song I used don't belong to me. I just adore them and wish to be as good as them someday.(Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen..)

Chapter 2- Name Games

I came to my senses slowly, feeling slightly dizzy and confused. I vaguely remembered something happening to me that scared me senseless, but my head was still a little foggy. My eyes blinked open to see a faintly lighted room, and as I shifted to try and look around a bit, my arms screamed out in numbness, making me realize that there was rope tying them behind my back. A lump caught in my throat as I noticed that I was also on the floor of the strange room. I bit my lip as I moved my legs and got the same reaction that had followed my arms. I was in binds.

A snicker floated across the room, and I looked up after my eyes adjusted to the dark. The rough man from before was sitting in front of a crude window, completely blocking out the sun and making him look even more demonic than before. "Look who it is."

"You!" I gasped."Where am I? Why am I bound up like this?"

"Chill, lady," he grunted, not saying anything more than that.

Several minutes passed before I gathered enough courage to question him more. "Why did you.. take me here?"

"Who said it was me?"

My cheeks flared."I'm not stupid, you know. Nobody's that much of an idiot to take me away from my home except you."

He looked absolutely pssed off about that. I suddenly realized the intensity of what I had just said, a feeling of guilt coming to me. "You do know that now there will be people looking for me, right?"

"I 'd like to see 'em try. Check this out," he jumped down, the sunlight pouring in and temporarily blinding me. The rogue strided over and roughly pulled me up, my arms and legs aching sharply, and lead me to the window. He thrusted my head out of the window so hard at first I thought Ihe meant to throw me out until I felt him still hanging on. When I looked out, I almost screamed, but the sound blocked up my throat and my head spun horribly. We were in some sort of a building on the side of the uppermost mountainside, the air thin and clouds lazily brushing the side of the place. Far, far away I could see my city, many of the temples and houses now just dots.

He pulled me back in, letting go to drop me back to the floor. When I regained my strength and a clear mind, I found myself furious at the man standing before me. "Then you're holding me hostage in some place impossible to reach. Just what is this place, and more so, who are YOU?"

When he simply shrugged, I felt as though I could explode.

"You have no reason to hold me here! Let me go!"

He shrugged again," I don't feel like it." The rogue actually looked down at me with this, as if he were looking forward to my reaction.

"You monster!" I shrieked, "I hope somebody finds me! That way you'll learn your lesson!"

His smirk left his face as though he had just been slapped, replaced by a stormy look in his eyes that struck a deep scar of fear in my heart. He bent down to look me in the eye, and I was tempted to look away to the point of insanity. "You better watch yerself, girl. I don't take sht from nobody, got it?"

I gulped. He stood up slowly, looking outside suddenly as birds flew away from a branch not far from the window. He gazed back at me, his anger now subsided from his eyes and now just on his face. His jaw was jutted out, making what normally would have been comical had it not been on the face of this guy.

Soon after sweeping over me several times with his eyes, he left the room for several minutes. Just as he did, my stomach growled loudly, and I let out a gasp of air held in from when he had frightened me so badly. I paid attention to my hunger now, thinking back to the last time I had eaten; last night, and it looked to be about morning now. I shifted again, seeing how far I could get myself to move. Not very far at all, but my arms were completely numb now, keeping me from feeling the pain inflicted by the tight ropes. At least I hoped them to be ropes.

The door burst open loudly, causing me to cry out a little in surprise. In the rogue's hands was a plate of rice cakes, sending a shiver of hunger through me. He sat down crosslegged across from me, setting down the plate just inches from my face. I fought back the temptation to bite into them, thinking back to the look in his eyes. If he had gotten that worked up over what I had said, who knew what he could have done.

As if reading my mind, he huffed in impatience." God, lady. I didn't screw with em. Look." He broke of a piece from each one, popping them into his mouth to swallow with little chewing. After seeing he was fine, I slowly nibbled on one, finding them surprisingly good, but keeping myself from giving into them and devouring the whole thing. I figured that this would be a sign to weakness, which would be bad since he'd probably be all over me if I was.

He took the plate as soon as I downed the last cake, staring at me afterwords. I looked away uncomfortably several times, but he really couldn't take a hint. I turned to him finally to tell him to knock it off, when he beat me to saying anything. " Tell you what. You want outta here so badly, do somethin with me and I'll cut you loose."

I felt really uncomfortable with this, peeping out a small, "What would that be?"

"Guess my name. You get it right, and I'll cut you loose. You get it wrong, you stay like that and I get to... I dunno..."

"Nothing bad!" I told him.

"Hey, I wouldn't want anything 'bad' from you anyway. If you lose,you have to stay here and do what I tell you to."

"Okay. Then you have to guess my name, too. To make it tougher, since it invloves both of us. However, if both of us guess wrong, you have to let me go. If you win and I lose, then yeah, I'll do whatever you want."

He thought about this, a puzzled look coming to his face. "You have a better chance of a prize."

"Your fault. You didn't say I couldn't," I shot back. He frowned, getting up quickly and heading to the door."You can guess when I get back. I got stuff to do. I should be back in a few hours."

He left without waiting for my acknowledgment. I flipped over from my side to my back, my arms a little uncomfortable, but otherwise fine. I thought about my task, wondering about the man whose name I was supposed to guess. I thought about his personality, at least what I had seen so far...and was thouroughly disgusted. I forced myself to focus, remembering things that had stuck out about him. He seemed to not be able to stay still for long, was aggresive most of the time, but seemed to have an inner conflict with himself. Maybe that conflict was the reason to his thievery. He seemed to be an infinite wheel of problems. Infinite...that was pretty good. I stated to focus on the word that meant infinite, having only heard it once used as a name of something before. M...Mu..something around there. I couldn't quite get any of the endings to sound right, working on this for hours.

Dismay flooded my heart as I heard the rogue's getas clomping, stopping at the porch and turning into heavy footsteps. Two seconds later, he opened the door, food in his hands again; this time, however, he kept the plate by his side. "You get it yet?"

I squeaked something undecipherable, fear creeping into my heart again. The name was still on the tip of my tongue and I felt I wouldn't be able to say it.

"Well?"
I gulped down the lump again, my mouth dry and cottony. He was leaning forward with pure interest, and just faintly I could see scorn in his eyes. I felt I was suffocating, and oh, how the room started to swirl... Dizzyly and hopelessly, I guessed wildly." Mugen."

There was dead silence from either of us, until he gave a snort."Damn, you got it."

I looked up in pure surprise. "What?"

"You.Got.It," he said slowly. "Now, I guess. Your name is.."

He thought for a few seconds, my heart beating hard in my ears.

" Mari."

"Huh? Oh, no, sorry, that's not it," I said, fighting back the laugh of triumph.

He cursed under his breath, looking back at me as he pulled out a dagger from the bottom of his swordsheath. The binds became loser around my wrists slowly, the blood rushing back into my arms and legs. The needly feeling pinched my skin, but I paid no mind as I wobbly made my way to the food by Mugen's side. I ate quickly, this time finding a bowl of soup there as well and a small jug of water. When I finished, I held the plate up to him to take it, and when he did, I slapped him across the face sharply, more pain upon myself than it did him. He did, however, stumble back in surprise, one hand covering the place on his cheek where I had made contact. I stood up weakly."That's for kidnapping me."

As he remained there, I stepped past him to leave the room, finding long corridors on either side of me. I took the one to the right, remembering how I had seen Mugen come back from this way. Sure enough, the front door came into view, and to my surprise, so did a Buhdda staute. That's when it dawned on me: I was in a temple. The place was probably abandoned since it was built in such a weird place. I continued up that way, stopping after seeing an open door to my left. I looked inside to see the kitchen, or what was left of it. There were loads of food, barrels and boxes reaching the roof. I poked around a little and relieved him of a few things, mostly sweets. I left to go to the door again, reaching it and looking up to see that it was a few solid feet high, most likely ten or twelve feet. I put a hand on the old wood, feeling deep scars and gashes like human skin. This place is old, I suddenly realized, feeling somewhat peaceful. Maybe that was why Mugen liked it?

I shook my head vigorously, removing such thoughts from my mind. Suddenly a gruff voice was beside me, making me jump."What's the matter? Too chicken to go?"

"No," I said stubbornly, pushing open the doors and walking out into the sunlight. The scenery was breathtaking, especially now that I wasn't in danger of falling out of a window. The building was situated on the side of the mountains sure enough, and I looked around, taking everything in. I walked around the front a little, just a few steps at a time. I walked to forward as I reached the conclusion of my explorations, hearing another set of footsteps close behind me. I sped up, hearing,"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I ignored him, knowing he was making fun of me. I kept going, going, going...and screamed.

From out of nowhere the side stopped, letting loose to a huge, jagged cliff that I had almost walked off of. I fell back onto solid ground. Mugen was back there laughing his butt off, and I got up feeling embarrassed and foolish. I slowly stepped up to the edge, peering over to see a forest only about twenty feet away. The cliffside was so jagged though that it spelled certain death for anyone who tried to climb down. I felt Mugen beside me,"Told ya so."

"How..how do you get down?" I asked, my voice shaky." Why don't you fall?"

He looked forward, a twig in his mouth. He stayed like that for several minutes, thinking. At least, that's what it looked like he was doing. Finally, after seven straight minutes, he spoke,"Fear. That's how you fall."

I stared blankly, not understanding. He suddenly turned towards me and looked me straight in the eye,"Aren't you going somewhere?"

"I..I was, but the cliff...hey. You did that on purpose! You knew I wouldn't be able to leave even if I did win!"

He grinned, "You're not so dumb after all." Mugen turned and started to walk back to the temple, leaving me as I felt my body shaking from anger.

"You JERK! I won't cooperate!"

He waved back casually, "Hey, no skin of my ass. Go on ahead."

I stormed off past him, purposely brushing into him to slam the door hard behind me. I felt tears of anger sting my eyes, but held them back until reaching my room. There, I did as I had done before; cried myself out. I kept screamindg into my futon "I hate him!", and strangely found some strange comfort in those words.

A/N: Well, that's all for now folks. Review please!