So much typing x.x

I'm between liking and hating this chapter at the moment. Grr.

Claimers: I own Rilyn and the plot (IT'S THERE, I SWEAR IT IS) So there. Don't take them. PM to ask for characters, if someone happens to want to borrow them, for whatever reason.

Disclaimers: In first chapter. Lookit.

Straylight Run this time around. I really couldn't find a good song for this one, so I just picked a random one.

Let's get it on.

A look

A laugh

A smile

A second passes by…

The darkness faded away to reveal an enormous, pure white room. Rilyn shielded her eyes initially, slowly uncovering them as she adjusted to the brightness.

"Wow," she breathed. "It's beautiful!"

"I don't think it'll be so beautiful after you've been here awhile." She whirled around, blue hair flying, to face the one who had just kidnapped her. Rather, she looked up at him. He was at least a head taller than her, excluding that spiky red hair. Bright green eyes looked down on her, bored.

"I'd say you look like Reno, but his hair isn't that spiky," Rilyn commented finally.

"The name's Axel. You're gonna be staying here for a while. If you try to leave, they're gonna put you in a cell; much less comfortable. Got it memorized?" She nodded slowly. "Good." He turned to leave, disappearing into another dark portal.

"Wait!" she called futilely. "Ah, man! I still don't have my necklace!" A shiver went through her body suddenly. "Oh… I never finished changing, either…"

A portal appeared to her left, evoking a yelp from the half-dressed girl. She immediately covered her chest with her arms. Bra or not, this Axel was still a guy.

Instead of the one Rilyn expected, however, a younger man with a blond mullet walked into the room. He froze upon noticing her, and after a few seconds of an awkward silence, said, "Sorry!" and left quickly. She blinked, slightly confused.

What seemed like an eternity—but was in fact a mere hour—passed before the red-head returned to see the abductee swirling around the room, laughing as her arms pin wheeled around her. Axel dodged her as she made her way toward him. After that, her momentum slowed visibly, eventually stopping entirely as she stumbled around dizzily. Finally, she toppled over, landing hard on the floor.

"Ow," she moaned. Bruises from the man's rough handling were already forming. Axel stared as she slowly sat up. "Hi! What's that?" She pointed to the black bundle in his hand.

"For you," he replied curtly, tossing it at her. Rilyn caught it easily.

"What's this for?" she asked after unfolding the black cloak.

"You don't have a shirt, do you?"

"Oh. Y'know, you could just take me home for some clothes; I had them laid out when you grabbed me."

"Just put it on."

"But I want my clothes," Rilyn whined childishly. Axel sighed.

"Look, I can't take you back. They already distrust me. I'd probably have to as Xemnas—"

"Then ask!"

"…You're not gonna shut up until I do, are you?" he asked, annoyed.

"Nope," she replied cheerfully.

"Fine!" he exclaimed curtly, disappearing. She huffed, throwing her hands on her hips.

x x x x

"Xemnas."

The Superior turned expectantly to face the Organization's eighth member.

"She wants to go back for her clothes," Axel said doubtfully.

Xemnas turned back to the moon he'd been gazing at. His subordinate shuffled uncomfortably behind him.

"Keep an eye on her," he said finally.

"You're letting her go?"

"Ensure she does not try to escape."

"Uh—okay," Axel said, turning and disappearing into a dark portal.

"…Rilyn… So like her…" Xemnas murmured.

x x x x

When Axel returned, Rilyn was sitting quietly on the floor. She looked up at him questioningly.

"So?"

"As long as you don't try to escape, we can go." She smiled, rising and walking to him, looking up happily.

"Okay. I won't escape; as long as it's fun here. Is it fun here?"

"Uh… I guess," Axel said, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

"Good! Then let's go!" Rilyn said excitedly, grabbing his hand. He pulled away, opening a portal and leading the way to her house.

Once there, Rilyn hopped to her room, shutting the door in the Nobody's face as he attempted to follow. "Hey! What are you doing?" he called.

"Changing!" she replied. "You're not allowed in here while I do that."

Axel growled, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall as he waited. He listened irritably as she clanged into some things and knocked others over. After a few minutes, she burst from the room and went straight to the next.

"Where are you going?" he demanded.

"To get some things," Rilyn answered, reappearing with a bag slung over her shoulder. "If I'm gonna be staying with you for a while, I have to be prepared for it."

"…Right. Are you ready to go, now?"

"Yep!"

"Good." Axel pushed her into a portal, only to reappear in the white room in which Rilyn had first been left.

"Can I paint this room?" she asked suddenly.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Just no!" Axel shouted.

"…Fine." Rilyn pouted, crossing her arms. Silence ensued. "Can I at least get a bed, or a couch?" she asked finally.

"Didn't you say you'd shut up if I let you go home for a bit?"

"No, you did," she retorted.

"Oh, there you are, Axel… Who is that?"

The two turned to face the bemused brunet guy who had just appeared behind them.

"Rilyn," the fire-user said flatly.

"No," she protested, "it's Riley! How many times do I have to tell you?"

"That was the first."

"Oh… was it?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. So who's he?" Rilyn asked, pointing at the intruder.

"Demyx," the brunet said.

"OH. Hi, Demyx! I'm Riley!" She extended her arm for the customary handshake and he took it, smiling at her greeting.

"What do you want, Demyx?" Axel interrupted rudely.

"Well, Roxas wanted to know where you went, so I told I'd find you."

"So what does he want?"

"I dunno."

"Well, that's mean, Axel!" Rilyn exclaimed.

"What?"

"Rudely asking what this 'Roxas' dude wants!"

"So?"

"…I guess I can't argue with that logic," she said blankly.

"Of course you can't. Demyx, find her a couch, bed, something. I'm going to find Roxas." With that, Axel turned and disappeared into a dark portal.

"Is he always so rude?" Rilyn asked, breaking the long silence.

"Unless he's with Roxas," Demyx confirmed.

"Who is Roxas?"

"He's Number XIII in the Organization, the Key of Destiny. He's Axel's best friend."

"Axel has a friend?" Rilyn gasped. "With his attitude?"

"Yeah, I know. It's hard to believe. Anyway, I'll go find you something."

"Can I go with you?" she asked meekly.

"…Why?"

"Because there's nothing to do in this room," the girl complained.

"It's… probably best if you stay here. Bye," Demyx said, disappearing before she could protest. She sighed and took a seat on the floor.

Soon after the musician's departure, Axel reappeared, looking irritated.

"Something wrong?" Rilyn asked. He shot her a glare before leaning on the wall. "C'mon, what's up?" she pressed.

"You mean, other than the fact that I've been condemned to babysitting?" he snapped.

"Babysitting?"

"Yes, babysitting. What else would you call watching a stupid girl until she gets her memory back?"

"…S-Stupid?"

"Yes, stupid!"

"O-Oh… Sorry…"

"For what?"

"Being… stupid…"

"You called her stupid, Axel?"

Two pairs of eyes turned to the newcomer, Rilyn's brimming with tears.

"And now she's about to cry! How heartless of you."

"We don't have hearts, Roxas," Axel growled.

"I know that," the blond said, "but you could at least be nice to her if you're going to be spending so much time with her. I'm Roxas." He turned his attention to the sniffling girl, offering his hand. She reluctantly too it, choking out her name in response. "I can't believe Xemnas put you in charge, Axel," Roxas continued. "He wants Riley to be sheltered or something, right? He should have known you'd do something like this." Axel glared at him. "Calm down. She should remember everything when Naminé gets here."

"Which will be…?"

"I don't know. But Xemnas wants me to talk to Kairi and see if I can lure her out."

"And when will you be doing that?"

"When he gives the order, I guess," Roxas said with a shrug.

"…He's punishing me for something, isn't he," Axel groaned.

"Don't say things like that," his friend admonished, subtly gesturing to the girl watching them. "You should lighten up a bit, Axel. Be a little nicer to Riley." That being said, Roxas disappeared, leaving them in silence.

x x x x

"Hey Kairi, Your Majesty. Naminé." The two turned quickly, realizing who had spoken.

"Roxas," King Mickey said flatly. The blond shot him a stark look before turning to the red-head.

"Where's Naminé?" he asked quietly.

"I'm here," she answered, emerging from the Princess. "What's wrong, Roxas?"

"I… need your help," he said.

"With what?" she asked curiously. Roxas started to answer, but stopped when another portal appeared.

"Witch," the newcomer growled.

"Marluxia," she gasped. He grabbed her arm, dragging her into the portal with him.

"Roxas!" she exclaimed in distress.

"Naminé!" The darkness disappeared, leaving no trace of the two Nobodies.

"Roxas," Kairi asked, "what's going on? Why aren't you with Sora?"

He disappeared without a word.

x x x x

"It seems Roxas knows about our situation," King Mickey said quietly, turning to the console before him. "Tron, look up everything on the Keyblade War."

"Will do," answered the program. The mouse nodded and stared to leave when Kairi called after him.

"But, Your Majesty, what about Naminé?" she asked worriedly. He paused.

"The Organization has her now."

"But, how? How can they be back? They were all destroyed!" She got no reply and continued. "We have to help her!"

"No!" Mickey said sternly. "Roxas will take care of it. You should stay here for now."

"But—"

"Kairi. It's safer for you here. For now, I need you to learn all you can about the Keyblade War. It could be a great help to us." He left without another word.

I can't believe he wants me to stay behind again! Sora and Riku have already disappeared and left me here, and now the King, too, she ranted.

"Search complete," Tron announced, catching the Princess's attention.

x x x x

"Soooo, Axel…" Green eyes flicked toward the girl sitting on the floor. "When's Demyx coming back with a couch?"

"I don't know," he answered quietly. She blinked in disappointment and boredom.

"I wonder how he's gonna get it here." Axel shrugged, sighing in a weak attempt to do something. He needed to get out of here before—

"Hey," Rilyn piped up suddenly, "let's go somewhere. Somewhere fun!" Axel's eyebrows shot up against his wishes.

"Like where?" She shrugged.

"You're the one with the portal-thingies."

"If someone found out we left, I'd probably be turned into a Dusk."

"…Is a Dusk… fun?" she asked hopefully.

"Oh, yeah," he replied dryly, "if you like being forced to do the Organization's dirty work and facing a Keyblade everywhere you go." She frowned. He suddenly made up his mind, proposing to go see the Organization's newest female guest. Naturally, the girl's first question was how fun the trip would be. At his cryptic answer and mysterious smirk, she agreed readily and the portal was made, the pair disappearing into it.

Rilyn shielded her eyes when they emerged in another blindingly white room, the only difference from her prison being the blonde girl sitting quietly in her chair, looking fairly forlorn.

"Hi!" Rilyn called, bouncing across the room. The girl looked up, startled, and narrowed her azure eyes upon seeing Axel. He put up his arms in a placating gesture.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. She was just bored," he explained, nodding at Rilyn. The happy-go-lucky girl looked back and forth between the two before sending the man a bemused glare, standing with her hands on her hips.

"What'd you to her?" she demanded, pointing at the blonde.

"Nothing," Axel answered flatly. She sent him a suspicious stare before whirling around, cobalt tresses fanning out behind her, and heading toward the other girl.

"Hi," she said, waving genially. "I'm Rilyn. But you can call me Riley!"

"Naminé," the blonde answered, shaking the proffered hand. Chains rattled musically on Rilyn's wrists, drawing Naminé's attention. "They… chained you up?"

"Huh? Oh, this? No, no," she answered cheerfully. "I just wear them 'cause I like the sound! You know…" She shook both arms wildly, giggling at the noise. The blonde laughed at her childish display. "So, Naminé, how come you're here? You don't have a cloak like most of them do."

"Oh… I was… kidnapped…"

"Really?" Rilyn asked excitedly. "So was I! I still don't know why, though," she said contemplatively, turning to Axel. "Why'd you kidnap me?" He merely shrugged, not knowing the full reasoning behind the order himself. "…Huh."

Naminé smiled weakly. At least she knew why she was here. She was a threat to his plans. And she knew exactly how, too, which made her all the more dangerous when outside of his "safekeeping".

"It's probably because you'd look exactly like her, if your hair were shorter," she said, surprising herself.

"Like… who?" Rilyn asked, confused. The blonde smiled mysteriously, already regretting her statement.

"Someone," Naminé began, speaking slowly as she carefully chose her words, "that Xemnas—Xehanort, actually—used to cherish as a friend."

"Alright, time to leave," Axel said, breaking the pregnant silence that followed.

"What?" Rilyn immediately whined. "But that was hardly five minutes!"

"It was long enough," he answered gruffly, shrugging off the thankful look Naminé sent gliding in his direction.

"But—"

"No. Leave." The portal appeared, floating in place as a temporary, dark island in a sea of white.

"No," she declared, crossing her arms in defiance. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor.

This girl didn't plan on going anywhere.

Unfortunately, the man in power didn't particularly care for her plans, and promptly disappeared into the portal with a growl. Rilyn grinned cheekily, evoking a giggle form her newfound friend.

Of course, the expression faded into a startled yelp as she was snatched into the darkness from behind.

When she reemerged, the girl fell flat on her face from the loss of balance that accompanies such a trick. She forced herself to her knees and shook off the initial confusion, turning furiously on the fiery man behind her.

"Why'd ya hafta go an' do that for?!" she demanded loudly. Ah, slang, he thought drolly, coming soon to a dialect near you.

"You're not supposed to leave the room," he answered flatly.

"Then why'd you take me there?" she countered. He shrugged.

"Somethin' to do." Hey, would you look at that. It's crept into his own voice now.

Rilyn huffed and crossed her arms, sending him an icy glare through those bright cobalt eyes. He simply stared back at her apathetically until something else caught her attention.

"How'd that get here?" Axel turned, spotting the plain white bed. Oh, that's right. He'd ordered—

"I brought it!"

He groaned. Another headache.

Demyx jumped up from his sprawled position to wave at Rilyn ecstatically.

"How'd you get it in here?" she gaped. The musician smiled sheepishly and made his way across the room to Rilyn and proceeded to drag her back to the singular piece of furniture, where she plopped onto it. "It's so comfy!" she squealed. Axel rolled his eyes.

Idiots, he thought.

The childish duo laughed and made complete fools of themselves, until Demyx decided he should be elsewhere. Rather, until Axel told him to get out again. Rilyn, however, didn't manage to calm herself until at least ten minutes later. But when she did regain sobriety, she turned to her captor, a rare seriousness darkening her eyes, as if she'd just remembered something extremely important.

"Axel, why does Roxas look so familiar?"

Do you see what I mean? I don't like it, but then I do, and then I don't and back again. Anyway.

Demyx makes his (not so) grand entrance!

Demyx: Hey!

Ray: It's true. It wasn't so grand. Anyway, review, and you can have Demyx. Y'know, since he's here an' all. Until then, he will be mine.

Demyx: Huh?

Ray: -shifty eyes-