"Alrighty then Demyx, I'm Cassidy."

Demyx grinned. "I know."

Cassidy raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how so?"

"Cause I was sent here to bust ya out! Duh", The 80's rocker looking male said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You were...? Why?"

"That one guy! Uhm...what did he said he was called again...", Demyx put a hand to his chin. "Don't tell me, I got this one. Hmm...let's see, Nate? Nah! Faint?-"

Cassidy interrupted him. "Thate?"

Demxy grinned and pointed at her. "Aha! That's the one!"

Cassidy smiled a bit. "Glad to see I have somewhere to go to."

"Yeah, the castle's pretty sweet" Demyx said.

"A castle? There's only one castle in this whole land!"

The Mullet dude scratched the top of his head and said, "He didn't tell you?"

"Of course not! I only met him once butt munch", she remarked a bit sourly.

Demyx whined, "I didn't know, alright! And that mean, I don't munch on butts! Though I'm sure a few member do..." He shivered and said, "As long as they don't touch me."

"Okay...So Demyx, how are we getting out of here?"

"Oh yeah! Like this."

Suddenly, a black portal looking thing sprung from the ground on the other side of the cell.

The male held out his hand and said, "You might get lost if you let go."

"Right." Cassidy took his hand and he lead her through the dark portal.

Before entering the portal, Cassidy closed her eyes, thinking it was just an illusion created by this strange guy, believing that she'd smack right into the wall. Not that she hadn't done that before. To her surprise, she hit no wall.

Her brown eyes snapped open and she looked around but couldn't see anything but pure darkness. She gripped Demyx's hand tighter, just to be sure he was still there.

"Ow! That hurt."

"Eh heh...sorry."

"S'alright. Don't let go."

"I won't."

Demyx started to walk forward and Cassidy followed closely, trying to predict his steps and held on.

"Almost there."

Soon enough, they were in a completely white room.

"Gah! I'm blind!" Cassidy claimed, shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness and complete whiteness.

Demyx snickered. "You get used to it."

After a few moments, Cassidy blinked quite a bit and her vision was back completely, now used to the white.

"So you're back finally, Demyx."

Demyx groaned at the voice and mumbled, "I hate that guy", before turning towards the person. "Yeah, where's the Superior, he was supposed to meet me once I brought Cassidy."

"Out. On a mission currently. So instead, I'm to meet you."

"Oh."

"I'm Saix." said the man.

"Cassidy, if you didn't know." She noted the blue hair. She'd never seen hair that color before, except at parties when people sprayed it that color. People in the Land of Sweet Melody were never allowed to change their hair color unless it was for one night in a year and could be washed out that very same day.

"I knew. Demyx, you may go", said Saix.

Demyx nodded. "See ya later Cassidy." He waved then left the room.

Saix smiled, a distant, cold smile.

"If you will follow me, I'll take you to Thate."

Saix walked through a door.

"Gotcha..." Cassidy hurried after him.

Foust (pronounced fauwst) sniffled.

He cursed himself for being such a emotionally weak man. Well, he wasn't a man yet, but close enough.

He really liked a girl, he thought she was great, till he found out what she believed in for truths. How could anyone be in so much denial?

Suddenly, shouts could be heard from the hall. Foust's eyes bulged.

"She got out...?" He sighed deeply, "I hope she finds a nice place, away from here. There's no helping her kind..."

The door burst open. His older brother, and temporary ruler of this land, Sayne marched in.

"Is it true...? Did Cas- the criminal escape?"

Cassidy's name didn't deserve to pass from his tongue, or so his brother would think. Sayne was all about tradition. If he said the name of a dishonorable in his brother's presence, who knew what kind of trouble he'd be in.

"Yes. No matter, she'll be sought and destoried."

Foust gulped. "Wouldn't be fair if she was judged first? Isn't it against Rhapsomoticx rule?"

Sayne shook his head. "No, there is an exception. If the criminal runs and doesn't face their charges, then there is no need for judgement. As simple as that."

"Oh..."

"Why?"

"Nothing, just wondering is all."

"Good", cooed Sayne. "Now, Foust, about the wedding..."

"Do we have to talk about this now brother? I-I...uhm...shouldn't we be looking for the criminal?"

"Ah, yes, good point. We'll talk later."

"Okay."

Sayne left the room, closing the door behing him.