Yeah, not a whole lot happened in the last chapter. XP Sorry.

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"Sir." Roxas jumped when Namine came into the room, and with her the lights turned back on. "The Master wishes for me to tell you that he is sorry he can't join you for dinner. He is busy in his room, but he hopes that you'll visit him soon."

'Visit him??' Roxas thought, blinking. 'Why would I when not only can I not explore on my own, he pops up at random times and then disappears into thin air?' But the blond just smiled at her, nodding. Giving a bow, Namine went into a door to Roxas's left, where he guessed was the kitchen since she returned with a tray of food.

It looked good, really, Roxas happened to love Japanese food, but he had no appetite. Mostly he poked at it with his fork, feeling uncomfortable as Namine stood next to him, arms folded in front of her as she waited to take his plates away. He had never been waited on before like this, and it made him feel odd.

"Um, as much as I appreciate all this," Roxas mumbled, not looking at her. "I'm not very hungry. Sorry."

Namine took the tray. "The Master informed me you might not be feeling well...If you will wait, I will accompany you to your room, sir."

Sighing, Roxas took a small roll off the tray and decided to at least munch on it as he waited. Even though he wasn't hungry, he needed strength, especially if he found a way to sneak off. Why couldn't he remember anything about how he got here? Who was Axel? And why did he feel like the man was so important??

Roxas stopped suddenly, eyes wide as he bent over. What was happening?? It felt like his stomach was being pried open with a rusty kitchen knife. He gasped in pain, feeling sick but had nothing to throw up. He tried to curl into himself, whimpering. He had never felt anything that hurt so badly before.

"It will pass, sir." Namine whispered softly, appearing at his side. "The poison won't kill you, it only makes you sick."

"P-poison?!" Roxas managed to gasp out. "What poison?!"

"The poison in your food, sir." the blond girl replied easily. "It might not feel like it, but it will strengthen your body."

Roxas whimpered again, feeling himself being lifted and carried. Glancing up, he noticed it was Namine. She was stronger than he thought she would be, since she was so frail looking. Then again, she probably had to be strong living in a place like this.

He was brought to his room, where Namine laid him on to the bed and tucked him in. "It will pass." She mumbled. "The Master might check up on you, sir, but he is a busy man. He needs to finish."

Roxas didn't say anything, just wanting to either fall asleep or die. The pain hadn't faded, and he wasn't ready to wait for it to. He watched Namine leave and attempted to stand, wanting to look out the window. He had to limp, making it a slow job. Sighing, he pressed his forehead against the glass, the iciness feeling nice against his skin.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Roxas sighed, not moving. "Pretty soon, I'm going to be used to you sneaking up on me."

Axel laughed, walking forward and wrapping his long arms around the blond's waist. "Pretty soon, and you'll be back where you belong."

The blond blinked and turned, eyes wide. "W-what? What do you mean by that??"

"Roxas, Roxas, Roxas." The taller male chuckled, gently cupping the blond's face. "You're mine, Roxas. Don't you remember? You're all mine, and I won't let anyone take you away from me again." Axel laughed. "Even if it means I have to cut you open and nail you to the wall."

The blond's breath hitched. At least now he knew Axel was completely insane. He wanted to back away, not even noticing that since he was panicking, the pain was fading. But as soon as he felt those arms loosen, he bolted, running down the stairs and out the door, not even looking back to see what Axel's reaction was or if he was following him. He just wanted out of this castle.

He ran down the corridor, not paying attention to where he was running. Namine's warning had slipped his mind and he just wanted to find the exit so badly it hurt. However, he stopped when he came to a dead end. There were no torches, the only light coming from the small window on the wall before him. It was dark and cold outside with the moon coming close to being whole.

"Run as fast as you can, Roxas."

The blond whipped around, eyes wide and heart pounding. He found nothing but shadows and silence. Gulping, he cursed Axel for being some sort of freak that could speak into his head or become invisible. The latter more likely.

"In the end, you have nowhere to go but back to me."

"No..." Roxas whispered, wrenching open a door next to him and running inside. "I won't stay here."

The room was pitch black, the blond unable to see his hand in front of his face. He seriously didn't want to be in a room where he couldn't see, but he wanted to be away from the voices. Closing the door, he tried to slowly walk to a corner, or behind something. He tripped a few times, but managed to catch himself before fall in his face.

'This room must be huge,' he thought, frowning. His feet came to a step, so he stood on it with his hands out in front of him. He froze when he felt something cold come into contact. But it wasn't moving, and it felt...plastic. Frowning, Roxas rubbed his hands all over it, trying to find out what it was...It was large, coming to Roxas's face...the surface was smooth, but the sides were bumpy. 'What the fuck is it??'

He nearly screamed when the lights came on. It didn't help that he found himself stroking a plastic horse. 'A...carousal?? Are you fucking kidding me?? Why do they have a carousal in the castle?'

"This used to be your favorite room, you know." Roxas flinched, not turning to see the man. "You'd sit in here and just think...but when you want to be alone, you went into the mirror room. It was quieter in there, and sometimes the music gets annoying."

Like any carousal, carnival music was playing from it. It was a nice tune, but one could only take so much of it. Gulping, the blond looked over his shoulder. Axel was petting a black horse, long fingers touching the plastic mane with a certain fondness.

"Must we play these games, Roxas?" Axel asked, looking over at the blond as he began walking around the outer ring of the carousal. "Why can't you just accept that you're mine?"

"I don't belong to anyone!" Roxas snarled, backing away from the taller male. "Why can't you just leave me alone?!"

Axel shook his head. "I can't, Roxas. You're mine, and you have something I need. Something Namine can't give me."

With his long legs, he closed the distance between them, pinning Roxas against the middle of the carousal. Without waiting for the blond to stop struggling, he leaned in and kissed him hard, holding both of the boy's wrists into one hand while the other grabbed his chin. Roxas tried to turn away, but found himself unable to. He gasped when Axel bit his lip, allowing the other's tongue to slither into his mouth.

"You might not remember," Axel whispered into the blond ear, panting. "But I do. I remember everything, Roxas. And I remember the promise you gave me."

Roxas shook his head. "N-no, I couldn't have...I've never met you before!"

Axel frowned, grip on the boy's wrists tightening. "Don't say that, Roxas. You know it's true." He reached down with his free hand, lightly touching the other's stomach. "You promised."

"Please...stop."

Scowling, Axel backed up, watching as the blond slid to the floor. "You want to face it the hard way, fine. I'll be waiting for you to snap to your senses..." He disappeared, but Roxas knew he was watching him from somewhere. "When you do, just call for me, okay Roxas?"

Roxas panted, looking around the room. He suddenly felt afraid of the large plastic horses, and all but ran towards a door opposite of the one he had come through earlier to get in. It was shut, but not locked. Trying to catch his breath, the blond walked inside only to freeze.

The whole room was filled with mirrors. Even the door, that shut itself behind him, had a mirror on it's back. Everywhere Roxas turned, he only saw himself, scared, pale and dirty. It made him weak in the knees, so he sat down in the middle. Why would Axel say this was his favorite room? It creped the shit out of him.

He jumped when the reflection he was staring at began to stand on it's own. Okay, reflections don't do that...then again, this whole castle was weird. The Fake Roxas eyed the real one, looking smug yet skeptical. He only smirked, turning so Roxas got a profile view of him. The blond nearly cried when the fake placed a hand on it's stomach and it bulged.

"Welcome home, Roxas."

Without a second thought, the blond ran out of the room, only to pick the wrong mirror.

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Well...weird huh? The mirrors aren't in Haunting Grounds, that's from a movie called The Haunting. Gave me nightmares when I was little, I hated watching it yet I did all the time. XP I was a weird child...

I hope you all like this chapter. I think it's a bit longer than the others. I really got into this one. :D

R&R