So, here's chapter two. I hope you like it.

Disclamer: I only own Helen. I would say 'if you steal her I shall hurt you,' but I rather think she can fend for herself...

Chapter Two.

I wasn't sure were I was when I woke up. It was very bright, and very clean. It was not my pillow under my head, because it was clean and smelled like… flowers. It was wet from where I drooled on it, so I flipped it over. I sat up, but was very dizzy. My head felt horrid, and there was a bruise on the side of it.

I was still in my clothes. I looked around the room. It had a small window looking out into a dark sky, small bed, a small table, and an odd looking object with a tiny glass bulb inside. I messed with it for a moment, and it lit up when I turned a tiny knob. Handy. There was a tiny brown dresser in the corner, and a door to the right of it. Across from the bed was a large white door that blended in with the walls. I stood and opened the door next to the dresser first. It contained a tiny bathroom, with a small tub. I started to inspect the rest of the room, which led me to notice the note taped to the mirror.

'Wash, put these cloths on, and find the meeting room. – II'

I took a bath. The dirt from my hair made the water murky, but there was a bar of soap on the edge. There was also a little plastic bottle filled with something white. I sniffed it, and it smelled like flowers. I put it back. Perfumes were not something a maid uses. I got out of the bath, and used a tiny scratchy towel to dry. On the counter were some breeches and an undershirt. The other bits of clothing were confusing to say the least. They were tiny, and not well suited. When I put them on, I felt rather naked. What kind of clothes were these?

After putting on the large undershirt and breeches, I walked out of the room into a large stone hallway. I couldn't tell you how long I walked in circles before I started to call out to someone. My voice rang across the emptiness, but no one answered back.

Suddenly, I heard voices. They were far off, so I followed them. I came to two large black doors. I knocked, and someone gave a loud 'Come in' over the bickering of two deep male voices. I pushed on the door. And pushed. Then pushed some more, for good measure. I grunted, and kicked the door. I backed up, and ran towards it, and body slammed the door.

The door refused to move.

I knocked again, louder, and the door opened. The large man with the odd black hair was standing there. He pointed inwards. I walked in the room.

"See, Xemnas, she's a great choice!" the man with the eye patch called. Everyone was sitting around a large white table. I felt rather exposed. What was this place? What was I doing here? Why was I in men's clothing?

A large man with silvery hair stood up at the head of the table. His skin was dark and his eyes were gold, but he was obviously the one in control; the group hushed when he stood.

"What is your name?" he asked, very slowly. He sounded upset.

"Helen Verger, sir, of the Kingdom."

"See, Xemnas, she's not mute! And she's smart, too. Right, Helen?" the man with the eye patch exclaimed. I stared at him with an odd expression, and nodded slowly. What had I gotten myself into?

Xemnas, the silver haired leader, stared at me for a moment, and then began to speak.

"Helen, you have accepted the position as a maid to our castle. You will be given a room, a map, and all the supplies you need. You will be paid three hundred fifteen munny a month. If you wish to go shopping on your days off, you must be escorted by one of us. Is this clear?"

Truth be told, it was in no way clear. I had no idea where I was. The currency sounded odd, not at all like my own, so I had no clue how much that actually was. And shopping? I was a maid! These people were quite mad. I thought about it, and nodded. After all, a room, food, and payment sounded like heaven compared to living with my brothers and their families.

"Good. A schedule will be written up so you can clean certain rooms on different days. It will be posted in the kitchen. You can cook, correct?"

I nodded. Cooking was something I understood, something stable. I knew how to work food better than a mop and bucket. In my household, I worked with two other cooks, Pierre and Shelly. They were bitter as snakes, but they were excellent chefs.

"Good. I don't think we could stand another night of number VIII's cooking." All around the table, people snickered. The one person who didn't was a startlingly red haired man, scowling as if someone had set fire to his mother.

"I'll show her the kitchen!" a chipper voice chimed, and a hand was suddenly thrust into the air. A young blonde boy with a hairstyle reminiscent of a rooster was wriggling around waving his hand. The redheaded man thumped him on the back of his head, and he reluctantly put the hand down. Xemnas, the silver haired man, glowered at him for a moment. The redhead shrugged.

"He had cookies before the meeting, superior." he stated, smirking a little.

"Right. Well, IX, you may show her the kitchen." The young man looked very pleased, and started to hum.

"Pardon?"

My voice was cracked and out of place in such a large room. Everyone stared at me, and my mind froze.

"Er, yes, but, where am I? Please?" I stuttered.

"The Castle that Never Was."

Great, now I have to write more chapters... :D All well. I like this story, anyways. Review, please!