Disclaimer:Kingdom Hearts, Ansem, the Heartless or anything else does not belong to me. Destiny and Sachiel are the only things I own.

Author Notes: I really don't have anything to say, aside from this chapter turned out much longer than I had expected.

Half a Heart: Destiny's Story

Part Two: Hollow Bastion

The creep that had kidnapped me threw me down on the cold, stone floor of a whole new world. I screamed. Maybe someone would hear me and come rescue me. I knew the chances were slim to none, but I didn't want to be killed.

He snapped his fingers and my hands were released. I looked up at him, eyes wide and full of tears. "W-W-who are you?" I choked out. "W-Why did you do this?"

The blonde boy stared at me for a few minutes before finally responding with one word. "Sachiel."

I whimpered softly and looked him over, rubbing my eyes. Aside from the chains, black clothes, oddly colored eyes and him kidnapping me, he didn't look very tough. But I knew I couldn't take him on.

"S-Sachiel? Y-your...name is Sa-Sachiel?" I choked out, trying to calm down. If he was going to do anything, he would've gotten started already, right? He wouldn't have untied me...

He gave a single nod and then muttered something else. "I am finishing what I started."

I whimpered and pushed myself into the wall, wrapping my arms around my knees. Scared. I wanted to protect myself. "Go a-a-away!" I growled as confidently as I possibly could. It's not very easy with a six foot tall, goth boy towering over you. "Plea...please...don't...hur' me." I pushed my chin to my chest, covering my head now; a childish thing. Maybe he would lose interest and let me go back home.

"Don't tell me what to do." The boy picked me up by the collar, shoving me into the uneven, stone wall behind me. I whimpered and shut my eyes tight, afraid to speak or even look at him. I didn't want him to hit me... or worse...

He nearly dropped me, however, when there came a low voice from behind him. I shut my eyes tighter, afraid of both of the men now.

"Sachiel, what are you doing, boy?"

"Lord Ansem! I'm doing what you told me to do..."

"Why is that girl here?"

"I got interrupted when I was taking trying to take her heart...I only got a small piece of it."

I felt his grip on my collar loosen a bit and I opened an eye to look. The man talking to Sachiel was even taller than he was. His face was emotionless and his skin was dark. He had long, white hair that had to fall to his waist.

The man stayed silent and looked between us and I closed my eyes again, afraid. Really afraid, by now. He certainly didn't look very friendly.

"Sachiel, leave the rest of her heart alone."

"But, Lord Ansem--,"

"I said, leave her heart alone."

His grip loosened all the way and I slid down to the floor, finally opening both my eyes to watch the two boys.

"But why!?"

"Are you questioning me?"

"No, Ansem...I just...I...no...I'm sorry." He turned away from me and bowed to the man who was apparently named Ansem.

I burst into tears again and hid my face as the older man left me and Sachiel in the room together. I couldn't help it. I was confused, worried and I was cold.

The boy growled, bending down so he was eye level with me. "You're lucky, you know that, half-heartless?"

"I...h-have a n-n-name, you know." I choked through my tears, trying to calm down. "It's D-De-Desti'y..."

"Whatever...I don't care."

"What di-did I do to deserve t-this!?" I whimpered, rubbing my eyes hard.

The boy straightened up and said nothing, shaking his head.

"Are...are you leaving...?" I cried harder. I didn't want him to leave. Even if I didn't feel safe with him, I certainly didn't feel safe alone. I didn't know what world I was in or anything else.

"Yes."

"N-no!"

He growled and stayed where he was, folding his arms over his chest and looking down at me. "And why not?"

"I'm...scared...and...I don't know what to do...and...why do you keep callin' me a 'half-heartless'? Wha's tha'?"

The boy looked down at me, tapping his foot. He seemed to be just a little bit annoyed at me. But I didn't care, just so long as he stayed.

"That's doesn't matter right now. Just...stop crying, it's giving my a headache."

I whimpered softly. How could he be so mean to me? First, he kidnapped me. Then he tried to... take my heart?

I took a deep breath to calm myself and asked, "Tell me what's going on."

"Why should I?"

"Because. You kidnapped me! I should at least get a reason why I'm here!"

"It doesn't matter."

"It does too!" I stood up slowly, shakily, putting my hands on my hips. "Tell me why!" I glared up at him. Being a full five feet tall, fifteen year old girl, he was surely shaking in fear...

He simply turned and started to walk away from me, so I grabbed his shoulder.

"I said tell me why!"

He whirled around to face me, grabbing my wrist hard with a growl. "Do not touch me without my permission." He growled.

I squealed and pulled at my wrist. "You don't scare me!" I said, as confidently as I could. I couldn't let him know I was scared out of my mind.

After a few minutes of him dragging me – kicking and screaming, naturally- we were in another room. I wasn't sure where we were, but it looked like a library.

The man that had talked to us earlier, Ansem, I think, was sitting on the second floor, back turned to us as he flipped through a book.

The boy dragged me up the spiral staircase to the upper part of the library. He bowed to the man and spoke. "Lord Ansem? What exactly do you want me to do with her?" He looked up at me and then back to Ansem.

I moved away from the both of them. I wasn't sure what they were capable of.

The dark skinned man closed the brown book he was reading. He slid his hand over the title nonchalantly. He looked me over and I shivered. So creepy.

"She will not last long without any training."

I opened my mouth to object but instead let out a cry as Sachiel pulled me to the ground. I was kneeling beside him, now.

"Obviously." Sachiel snorted, looking sideways at me. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Train her. Give her a uniform and train her."

The boy frowned, looking as though he wasn't very happy with the assignment. He stood, pulling me up roughly. I cried out again as he shoved me towards the stairs.

"Why do you want me to wear this?" I held up the 'uniform' to my body. It was black. A knee length leather skirt, a pair of black leather boots and a long sleeved leather shirt. Quite possibly the ugliest outfit I'd ever seen.

"Standard, I guess. I wouldn't know." The boy murmured, looking away from me. I frowned and gave a sigh. Did that mean they actually expected me to stay here?

"Fine... where do you keep the scissors in this place?" I asked, holding the shirt an arms length away to observe it. If I made the right modifications, it might make me look rather cute.

After finding a pair of scissors, I started to work on my project. First, I cut off the sleeves of the shirt. Afterwards, I cut several inches off the bottom of the shirt. I held it up, looking it over before heaving a sigh. It still looked too plain. A few more snips here and there and it the top of my new uniform was finished. I slipped it on over my head and looked down at it.

It showed my belly and my arms. A heart had been cut out of the chest to show my chest. Hell, if I was only living with two men, I wanted a little attention from them.

I started on the skirt next. I cut nearly a half of a foot of material off the bottom. It was short now. The bottom was ragged. But I liked how it looked. When I was done, I pulled on the boots and stood, smoothing everything out. With the modifications done to it, it really didn't look half bad.

I threw open the door to go find Sachiel, who I had kicked out earlier so I could work. I pouted when I found that he wasn't waiting for me. I stepped outside and looked down the hallway. It was dark. Really dark.

I bit my lip. I was alone in a dark, cold place. I didn't know which way to go or where the boy had gone, but I started down the hall anyways. I placed a hand on the uneven, bumpy, stone wall as I walked.

I walked for only a couple minutes before I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. Instantly, I whirled around and let out a scream, shutting my eyes. I couldn't protect myself against anything that could've been crawling in this dark place.

"What, are you afraid of the dark?"

I opened my eyes, biting my lip, to see the blonde boy standing there. He was smirking. I blushed deeply and turned away.

"No, that's silly. Why...would I be afraid of the dark?" I lied, keeping my eyes to the ground. I wasn't very good at lying. And I didn't want to be caught. Who was actually still afraid of the dark at fifteen years old?

The boy scoffed and he put a finger under my chin, tilting my head up so he could look into my eyes. I felt my face get hot and I tore away, stepping back. "Y...Your hands are so cold." I muttered, tilting my head down again.

"You're lying. You're afraid of the dark." He smirked. "A heartless that's afraid of the dark...even if you're half, that has got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"It's not my fault!" I whined, moving away from him still, crossing my arms and turning away. Embarrassed. "The darkness is scary."

The boy rolled his eyes at me. "Don't be afraid of the darkness.." He gave another smirk. "Be afraid of what the darkness contains. Little creatures to steal the rest of your heart away."

I put a hand on my chest, frowning. No, I had a heartbeat. It was very slow and faint, but it was there. So I didn't really understand why he was calling me 'half heartless'. Wouldn't not having a heart kill you?

I frowned and turned, reaching towards Sachiel's chest. He smacked my hand away near instantly. I pouted.

"What was that for? I wanna feel your heartbeat!"

"I don't have a heartbeat..." The boy growled. "I'm heartless. Which means 'without a heart', you idiot..."

"There's no way that would work. You have to have a heart to live!"

The boy rubbed his temples, looking to the ground before grabbing my wrist and shoving my palm to his chest. I concentrated for a minute and then let out a surprised cry. He had no heartbeat.

"Believe me now?"

I stumbled away, frightened. He really was 'heartless.'

"Look..." The boy sighed, exasperated. I could tell him and I weren't going to get along very well. "I need to train you. I'm not getting in trouble for you. Just...follow me, okay?"

I bit my lip and gave a nod. He actually did scare me and I was afraid to know what he would do to me if I disobeyed him.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking around. The room was huge. Stone walls, as usual. It was empty, except for the two of us.

"Part of the dungeon in this castle." He murmured. I watched him as he pulled off some jewelry. A golden chain that hung around his neck, the many chains that were attached to his pants and the studded belt quickly made a pile on the stone floor beside him.

I blinked at him and then stepped backwards. "And why are we here?"

"Training." The boy smirked softly, looking up at me through his dirty blonde hair. "You ask too many questions."

I pouted softly and watched him. He snapped his fingers, and ran his fingers though his hair as something materialized in front of him. It was long and blackish-purple. It was a sword. It seemed fancy. It was kind of short, purple-black in color, and it seemed to send sparks off of it. I'd never seen anything like it before.

"What's...going on?"

He said nothing but smirked and went into a sword fighting stance. My eyes widened and I stumbled until I hit the wall behind me. Was he going to try to kill me.

"Training." He repeated again, charging at me. I let out a cry and sunk to the floor, covering my head. He smirked and he swung the sword up, ready to bring it on my head. I cried out again and looked around for something to protect myself. I found a thin, metal pole and I grabbed it up, holding both of my hands over my head with the pole. He brought the sword down onto the pole and I whimpered.

"Get off!" To my surprise, I felt him stop leaning on me and he smirked, standing up straight and walking away, his back to me.

I looked up and glared, slowly lowering the metal pole and standing. My entire body was quivering. Crap. Was he about to attack again?

Sachiel whirled around and ran at me again, disappearing when he was a couple feet in front of me. I frowned and looked around. I gave a cry when I felt him push me over from behind. I hit the ground, hard.

"How...did you...do that?" I asked softly, wincing as I stood. My knees were scraped up from the rough, cement ground, but nothing too badly.

The boy ran a hand through his hair, mumbling. "It's..I don't know, a 'power' most heartless have... M'not sure if you do." He sighed, crossing his arms. "Since, you're half and all...but I guess we should give it a shot..."

I bit my lip and blinked. "What happens if I can't?"

"Then you'll be completely useless."

I pouted. "That's not a very nice thing to say!"

"It's true." The boy's weapon vanished from his hands and he laced his fingers together, pushing his palms outward to crack his fingers. "Now, I'm going to show you phase through things..." He mumbled.

I blinked. "'Phase through things'? Like...solid things?"

He rolled his eyes again. "Would you stop asking so many questions? It's really getting on my nerves..."

I pouted. "Well, I'm sorry for not knowing these things."

He shook his head. "Whatever...Just...listen to me and keep quiet."

I crossed my arms, watching him. He smirked softly at me as I watched him actually sink into the floor, as though it was nothing more than water. He was gone in a matter of seconds and I looked around, frowning. He appeared behind me and I whirled around to face him as he tapped my shoulder.

"You just have to concentrate and relax." He ran a hand through his hair again. "Hurry up and try it so I can go back to the library..."

I pouted and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. I felt myself slipping through the floor and I whimpered, my eyes snapping open. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I was almost waist deep in the floor. I kicked my feet and looked up to Sachiel, eyes wide. "W-what do I do!?"

"I told you to relax." The boy crossed his arms and stayed where he was. He looked amused. "So relax. Because I'm not going to help you out."

I bit my lip and took another deep breath, shutting my eyes tight. I tried to relax. Finally, I felt myself slipping through again. I let out a cry as I fell all the way through, hitting the ground in the room under me. I gave a groan and watched Sachiel sink through next. His arms still crossed, he smirked.

"I told you to relax... are you okay?"

"I'm fine. My head broke my fall."

End Part Two

Author Notes: Thanks for reading, please review!