Happy New Years'!!!

Damn, I apologize for my lack of updating. I was just merely enjoying my vacation from school and milking it for all its worth. Hopefully my next update will be somewhere in the middle of January or during my February break.

I got one question for you all though...Should I make this rated M and add a lemon for future chapters?

I'm kinda nervous about it though because my last lemon was deleted and I was banned from updating. But that's bullshit because I've read more risqué stories on here!

-sigh-

Whatever.

Flashbacks italics

Thoughts 'italics'

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'Where am I?'

Namine inquired mentally as she snuggled deeper into radiating warmth around her. No reply came to enlighten the semi-conscious female, but for the moment, she really didn't mind as long as the heat surrounding her remained present.

'So warm...'

She sighed blissfully, slowly succumbing to the darkness of sleep which threatened to consume her. As her mind was about to stumbled back into oblivion, images floated to and fro within her subconscious. There were bright flames and people screaming in terror. Someone identical to herself stood a few paces away; blood pooling around her feet and eyes wide in fear.

Namine pushed all thoughts of rest from her body.

How could she have forgotten?

The cries of pain and anguish, Riku's battered and bruised body, her sister covered in blood that was not her own...

'Organization XIII!'

Panic overcame her senses and she tossed and turned violently, desperately wanting to escape the ebony sheets that ensnared her limbs.

She remembered now.

The fight between Riku and Roxas, Riku's unconscious form, and...

Namine fought the flush rising to her pale cheeks. Roxas' warm lips against against her own stirred up a pool of heat inside her stomach and made her heart race.

'Snap out of it, Namine! Focus! We need to get out of here!'

Suddenly, her spasmodic body went limp as her ears caught the sweetest sound she's ever heard. Rolling onto her side and opened her dark eyes, but quickly closed them.

The walls of the room she was currently occupying were a blinding white.

With more caution this time around, Namine's eyes opened witness a man near her age sitting crossed-legged on a nearby coffee table, strumming a large, baby-blue guitar or at least that's what Namine perceived it to be.

The man's eyes were closed as his fingers moved over the strings flawlessly. His hairstyle was that of a mullet and its color a dirty blond. From the shape of his build, the woman estimated that he was maybe about six foot. But the thing that really drew Namine's attention was the Roman numeral IX on his cloak.

It would seem that all her struggling didn't rouse the figure of her waking. She was aching to get away, but the soft melody of the music slowly enticed her to wonder off back to dreamland.

But no. She needed to escape, needed to see if her friends were injured let alone alive. Without further delay, Namine voiced her question.

"Where am I?"

The music stopped, yet received no answer, so she asked again.

"Where am I?"

The man opened his eyes, revealing a softer tone of blue compared to her own. They sparkled with kindness and mirth.

"Why in Castle Oblivion, of course!"

She winced slightly at his cheerful exclamation.

"So, ahh who are you?"

"I'm know as Number IX, but my friends call me Demyx that is if I had any friends."

Demyx pouted and Namine couldn't giggle at his adorable expression. He beamed happily, glad to be able to arouse some laughter in this dreary place he called home. The young slayer was actually surprised. She knew that she needed to be wary, but this Demyx person erased all worry.

It was quite refreshing.

"And you must be Namine."

Namine quirked an eyebrow in suspicion. Demyx put in his hands up defensively in front of him, chuckling nervously.

"Don't take it the wrong way! When Roxas first came home, he told Axel about you and Axel, being a gossiper, told Larxene, who, in turn, shouted in around the whole castle."

"Axel and Larxene?"

Demyx set his instrument down and stood, stretching out his ling limbs. He practically leaped over to Namine and began to untangled her from the sheets.

"You'll meet them eventually."

Once free, Namine just had to ask.

"You didn't happen to see two girls around here, did you? One looks exactly like me and the other one is a brunette with green eyes."

The musician rubbed his chin in thoughtfulness then suddenly snapped his fingers in recollection.

"Oh yeah, I remember now! I believe I saw Sora with a auburn-haired girl and the brunette is in my room sleeping."

"Demyx, could you please take me to them? I'd really appreciate it."

Demyx stepped away from Namine, sullenly disagreeing her request.

"Sorry, Namine. No can do. That's going against Xemnas' orders."

The lanky man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small index card.

"See? I have the instructions right here."

Namine peered over Demyx's arm.

Demyx

By no means let that girl leave your sight. The council will meet later this evening and deliberate the fate of the three females.

P.S. Do not leave Roxas' room!

Xemnas

"Aw, c'mon, Demyx. Can't you just break the rules just once and let me see my friends? Pretty please!"

Namine allowed her eyes to grow dewy with moisture to appear as if she would cry. Demyx swallowed hard. If there was anything he hated more, it was when girls would cry.

"Alright, but in return, you have to listen to me play my sitar after the meeting tonight."

Namine gave Demyx a big hug, continuously whispering 'thank you'!

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'Oh shit! Oh shit!'

Namine panted evenly as she ran down a shadowed hallway; her only source of light were the torches lined up on the moldy, slim covered walls. She had no clue on how she ended up down in the dungeons, but at the moment, that didn't matter since she was running for her life!

A series of multiple footsteps grew louder behind and only caused her to pick up speed.

'Why me, God? Why me!?'

"Okay now, Namine. Stay close. It's really easy to get lost in a place like this. Heck, I've been here for awhile and I still get lost."

"Ever think that you just have a bad sense of direction?"

Demyx lightly swatted her shoulder.

"Hey. It's not my fault Zexion decided to make this place a damn labyrinth."

"Is he part of the Organization too?"

"You bet. I'm sure you already know that there are thirteen members of our group, right?"

Namine acquiesced by nodding her head.

"Well out of the thirteen, there are six founders of us. They are Xemnas or 'Mansex' as I like to call him, but don't tell him that! Then here's Xigbar. He's okay, but a fanatic with his crossbow. Xaldin...just stay away from him. He's creepy. Vexen is the scientist of the Organization, he develops these amazing machines along with the other two founders, Leaxeus and Zexion. Both are really quiet too."

"Are there other vampires besides you guys?"

"Well, duh! We, being a higher class than the others, can control them."

"Oh. I get it now, so you're the leaders of this whole plan."

"Yep!"

As the duo walked on, a comfortable silence fell between them. Suddenly, Demyx pushed her down a hallway they were passing. Namine crashed painfully into the wall, moaning in displeasure.

"Dem-"

Demyx held a finger to his lips, silently telling her to shut up.

"Demyx, you dobe! Where the hell are you!?"

The mullet boy pointed down the hallway and waved Namine away. Being such a smart girl, she disappeared around a corner quickly and continued to run. She briefly heard Demyx say, "Larxene, what are you doing up here?"

Instead of stopping and waiting for her friend (would she really call him a friend?), Namine bolted down numerous flights of stairs. She felt a pang in her heart.

She felt horrible for leaving Demyx and she wondered what Roxas would think if he found her missing. Namine pinched her arm.

"Stop it! Your only concerns now are to find Selphie and Kairi and leave this godforsaken place."

For what seemed like forever, the slayer finally found a doorway. She visibly smiled in joy. Maybe this door would lead to her friends.

Oh, but how wrong she was.

Namine felt herself propel forward and land painfully on her arm. She yelped in pain and fear when two sweaty hands pulled at her ankles, dragging her back into the darkness.

Instead of finding what she had been searching for, the unfortunate maiden trekked upon a den of lower class bloodsuckers. Now, they had her in their claws.

"I can feel the blood pulsing through her veins."

The blond was propped forcefully against the water drenched wall, whimpering as she tried to back away from the three pairs of tongues sliding across her neck and face.

"What shall we do with her, brother?"

She tried to get a clear view of her assailants, but to no avail.

The one labeled as 'brother' answered his acquaintances' question with a pull of his pants zipper.

"Oh God, no! Please don't do this!"

Her hands were pinned above her head as hands slithered their way up her loose tunic.

"Heh. No one can save you now, girly. You're our property now."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she prepared herself for the worst.

They were right.

Who would save a pathetic, weak human like herself?

She sealed her beautiful, blue eyes shut, not having the stomach to watch her virginity being stolen. Suddenly, Namine noticed the absence of her attackers bodies and slid down the wall.

The sound of flesh being ripped apart made Namine shiver in disgust. Screams of pain and gurgling met her ears and as an act of defensive against such noise, the girl clapped her shaking hands over her ears.

"Well, well, well. When Demyx said you got lost, I didn't expect to find you all the way down here."

Opening her red, puffy eyes, she shot a glare at her savior.

"Roxas."

"That's my name. Don't wear it out."

Namine intensified her glare as his face formed a toothy smirk. Out of all the things that could have happened, she gets saved by this pompous asshole.

"I didn't need your help, you know. I had the situation under control."

Roxas chuckled darkly, squatting down so he was eye level with his captive.

"If standing here and crying would have helped in any way then maybe I should have left you to get raped."

She snapped her mouth shut. He was absolutely right. What would crying have done? Nothing, that's what.

"Now get up. We're going to be late for the meeting."

The cloaked figure began to walk away, but stopped when he realized she wasn't following.

"Oi, onna. If you don't get up this instant, you'll be punished. Xemnas is very impatient and I would hate to be on the receiving end of his lectures."

"Would you shut up for a minute? I'm trying to."

Namine struggled to her feet, but fell back down onto the dirt floor, clutching her ankles.

That's when Roxas smelt it. Blood.

Namine was about to try again when Roxas scooped her up into his arms. The blond blushed heatedly; his proximity made her a bit anxious. His deep ocean colored orbs narrowed as he took a look at his prey's ankles.

They were cut pretty deep, no doubt that one of her would-be rapists had done it to slow her down.

He huffed in agitation. If there was anymore he hated more than Xemnas' lectures; it was when his property had been damaged.

"Umm, could you please out me down now?" The innocence in her voice and pink stained onto her cheeks aroused him to no end. He needed to get out of this cramped space quickly before he decided to take her forcefully himself.

"No. We still have a few minutes before the gathering. I'm taking you to Marluxia, so that wound won't get infected. Now just shut up and come quietly. Your voice is starting to irritate me."

'Liar.' His mind shouted. 'You'd rather have her under you screaming your name as you-'

Before his inner persona could continue its own thought pattern, Roxas with a squealing Namine vanished to the upper floors of castle.

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Good or bad? This was a special treat for you guys reviewers out there. Nine pages, boy!!! I think everyone is in character. :D

So give me your opinion.

Should I make this rated M and add a lemon for future chapters?

Stay tuned!