Summary: When Roxas awakens, he can't recall how he had gotten in this castle, or why. All he knows is that he's being chased by someone who wants more than his life. Dark AkuRoku slight AkuNami

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Roxas awoke to a splitting headache, groaning as he opened his eyes. He couldn't remember anything, only that he was somewhere he wasn't suppose to be. Rubbing the back of his head, he looked around. He was in a cage that seemed to be made for a large animal; he had little room but he could get to his knees without bumping his head. The cage door was open, and it led to the room he was in.

It was made out of stone, with a high ceiling. Torches gave off the only light, and the place was crawling with shadows. The floor was also stone and there was a wooden bench with knives. Roxas shivered, looking away. There was a wooden door to his left. Trying not to make too much sound, he crawled from the cage and stood, making his way towards the door with nothing to cover his naked body but a silk blanket.

The halls were devoid of life; even more shadows and less torches. Roxas held the blanket tighter around him. Where was he? Why couldn't he remember anything? The hall seemed to go on forever before he came to another door. Should he go inside? What if he ran into someone?

"Roxas."

The blond whirled around, searching for whoever had talked. No one was there. Shaking, he grabbed the door knob and opened it, going inside and away from the voices. 'I'm going crazy,' he thought. 'I'm hearing things. No one's there, Roxas. Calm down,'

The room looked to belong to someone. To Roxas's left there was a wardrobe and a mirror on the wall and to the right was a large vanity mirror and desk. Small steps led to a large bed next to a huge window. The whole room was colored black, even the floor and walls, making the blond feel out of place in the red silk blanket.

"Roxas."

The blond shuddered, looking around. Once again, he was alone. Gulping, he walked towards the bed, feeling like someone was watching him. The bed's black covering was also silk, as was the pillows and the curtains of the window. Roxas almost smiled when he felt them but stopped. He had no idea where he was and he had no reason to be happy.

"Roxas."

He jumped, eyes wide as he turned. A man stood before him, in front of the steps. He wore a black cloak-like coat that almost touched the ground and the hood covered his face. Roxas could only make out that he had teardrop tattoos on his cheeks and that he was skinny with long legs.

"Hello, Roxas." he said, voice husky as he walked towards the window. "Welcome to Castle Meimustumako. I hope you enjoy it here."

Roxas gulped. "W-who are you? Where am I?"

He chuckled, leaning against the glass. "I already told you where you are. And knowing my name doesn't change what's going to happen to you."

"What's...going to happen?" Roxas asked, nervous to find out as the man grinned and walked over. It was then that Roxas realized he was a lot taller than him.

The man gently caressed his cheek with a gloved hand. "You'll see, Roxas. And when you do, I'll be waiting for you." He chuckled again, nuzzling the boy's chin and making him stiffen. "I'll always wait for you, Roxas. Because you belong to me."

Before Roxas could open his mouth and say anything, he was gone. Like he had never been there. The blond shuddered, sitting down on the bed. He wanted to cry from frustration and fear. Where was he? What was Meimustumako Castle?

"Sir."

Roxas jumped again. This time it was a young girl. She was horribly pale, clashing with the room. Her hair was a pale blond and she had big blue eyes staring back emotionlessly. She wore a black and white maid dress with a white apron over it.

"Sir, the Master has asked that this be your room." she said, voice never raising or showing anything; it was as blank as she was. "He said that if you should leave your room, then he won't feel bad about what will happen to you."

Roxas gulped. "W-what'll happen? Who are you?"

"Many things roam the Castle since the accident." she muttered. "And I am called...Namine. The Master named me when I was created."

"N-Namine?" Roxas echoed, blinking. "Wait, created?"

She nodded slowly. "The Master created me." She turned and went to the wardrobe, pulling out some clothes. "You may wear these, sir. The Master only asks that you don't leave this room until he has me come get you. Dinner will be done soon."

She walked out of the room. Roxas stared after her, frowning. What a weird girl. She acted like she was already dead or something. And what was the accident? What happened here? Sighing, Roxas dropped the blanket to the floor and put on the clothes, not noticing the shadows watching him.

The clothes were simple; a white button up and short jeans. He also now had black boots, but they were a little too big. At least he was decent now. He didn't want anyone to see more than he felt comfortable with and that wasn't a lot. Against his better judgement, he felt himself getting tired and laid on the soft bed, getting under the covers. He only hoped that he would awaken if someone came in.

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It seems rushed and stuffs...Oh well. I hope you all like it, it's a bit darker than what I usually write. It's also based off the game Haunting Grounds. Amazing game, scares the shit out of me when I play it with my friend Bailee (who looks identical to Namine) at night. XP

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