A/N: So, I came back to my computer to find all these wonderful people reviewing my story! I'm not going to lie, I teared up a little. -fans eyes- I already had half of this chapter on my computer (and it's been there for a couple weeks, and out of a burst of confidence I finished it! (Originally I wrote chapter one and continued on. Chapter one was been on my computer for months, heh heh.)

Dear P5hng-Me-A'Wy, I hope this chapter clears everything up for you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters, and this upsets me.

Roxas opened his eyes only to meet darkness. A headache pounded throughout his skull and smelled iron, exhaust, and dirt. He went to sit up but only hit his head on the ceiling. Was it the ceiling? It couldn't have been, it's too low. Suddenly, Roxas remembered what happened. The tall man and the other with an eye patch. He was in the processed of being kidnapped. No, he was kidnapped. Something was digging into his back and his head was crammed into the side of the trunk. Trying to move around, his hand brushed against something. A sharp pain shot through his arm. Roxas had forgotten about the glass that was digging deeper into his hand. He broke a glass on a man's head all to be taken from his home anyway and shoved into the trunk of a dirty car. Would he even see anyone again? Why were they doing this? Why him?

By Roxas just thinking about no seeing anyone his chest tightened and his palms started sweating. He felt like his clothes were too tight and that the area he was in kept closing in, threatening for the walls to fall down and crush him at any second. Sure, he wasn't very fond of his mother, but that didn't mean that he didn't love her. The last time she tried to show affection towards him he turned it down, and now he might not even see her again. He might not ever be able to be enveloped by her slender arms again. Not only that, but what about Hayner? They were sandbox friends. Roxas wished he would of told him he was coming over, then Hayner would have realized something was wrong when Roxas never showed and hopefully would of called the cops.

Feeling claustrophobic, Roxas started to beat on the barrier that blocked him from the outside world. He screamed and cried. He didn't care if that wasn't manly of him to do so. Once or twice he felt the trunk dent, but the hood would always pop back into place. He could hear what they were listening to in the trunk and the noise mocked him. It was like listening to elevator music in an elevator that was stuck between two floors. Only listening to it to calm you down, but really it makes the panic worse.

Meanwhile in the front of the car, everything was normal.

"You know what I hate about winter Xiggy-pop?" Axel said as he leaned back in his chair. Which in that car, it didn't go very far back, just a couple inches and then the chair hit a tool box or something of that sort.

"Enlighten me." Xigbar turned up the radio so he could drown out Axel's obnoxious babble. It was on a local hard rock station. In the back Roxas cringed and continued kicking the trunk lid.

"Well that was very rude." Axel murmured and stared out the window. He heard an annoying banging sound and turned the volume down. "Is that your engine or your bass or something?" The car was pulled to the side of the deserted road.

"I don't think so- shit, I know what it is." Xigbar turned toward the door, "Little bastard." he mumbled. "Hand me the gun."

"Oh no," Axel caught on to what the banging was, "you can't kill him man. He has to be alive, remember?"

"I was just going to threaten him and if he didn't comply, maybe hit him a couple times." Xigbar smiled sickly.

"Don't take too long." Axel grabbed the gun out of the glove compartment and handed it to the eager Xigbar.

"Alright darling" Xigbar mocked and made his way toward the back of the car. "Axel, pop the trunk." He yelled. The trunk clicked and Xigbar's face was introduced to Roxas' tiny foot. "Mother fucker!" Xigbar recovered and brought the butt of the gun down on Roxas' temple. The blonde stopped fighting, but just to make sure that Roxas would be out for a while, Xigbar brought the gun down once more, slammed the trunk, and returned to the driver's seat.

"So how'd it go?" Axel said sarcastically noticing Xigbar's busted nose.

"Fuck you."

"You were gone for like, two minutes and you came back with this beauty." Axel gestured towards the facial feature of Xigbar that was bleeding profusely. "Why the fuck happened?"

"Fucking bastard kicked me in my mother fucking face. If he didn't need to be alive I would have killed him then and there."

"Someone is using colorful language again." Axel jokingly chastised.

"Shut the fuck up." Xigbar turned on the car and preceded driving.

oOoOo

Celia Torres came how around noon. She was dropped off by Jake, a man she met at Arabia. Arabia was the town's new club. Its giant dance floor was outfitted in royal purples and rich gold and the colorful drinks were served by women decked in fake gold and lose fitting silk. The beats from the DJ were still bouncing off the sides of Celia's skull as she checked the mail and dragged herself up the sidewalk. When she got into the kitchen, she shuffled through the mail. For some odd reason, it took the post office a long time to update information. The letters showed her past. In her life she has had seven last names, and all of them showed up on her mail from time to time. Currently, she had the surname of Torres, from her recently divorced husband, Luis Torres, a wealthy business man. Her very first marriage was with Cloud Matthews, which resulted with her first and only kid, Roxas. Once he died, Celia started to dislike Roxas and tried to fill the void. With each husband came a new last name. She made Roxas change his each time hers did. He doesn't deserve the last name of his father, not after what Roxas did. With a scowl she reached for one of the plastic cups, she noticed the note was gone from the fridge and there was glass on the floor.

"Roxas, mommy is home!" She called out to the empty house, filling her personality from bitter widow to loving mother. Her words echoed up the staircase and were absorbed in the walls. It was completely silent. "Roxas, where are you?" She made her way up the stairs to check Roxas' room. It was empty of all human life. Celia wondered where he could be and then came to the realization. "Hayner's..." she mumbled as she went to pick up the busted glass. Roxas puts the glass at the edge of the island and forgets about it so it condensates and slips off. It's the perfect explanation! That's why Celia hated using glasses, they break. Plastic cups don't break and you don't have to wash them.

She pondered about getting an elevator as she made her way up the stairs for the second time in ten minutes. Going to her room, Celia reached for a cigarette and stared out the window. Her neighbor Cid, a man that always kept a toothpick in his mouth, was working on a junk car in his garage. Celia loved this neighborhood because you could see what everyone was doing. Once she was done, she crushed the cigarette in the tray and went to wash off the layers of sweat in makeup.

oOoOo

"Roxas will be awake soon. Xaldin," Xemnas directed towards the man with dreadlocks and mutton chops, "call Luis and tell him we have him."

"Who's Luis?" Axel yawned and toweled off his hair. Everybody lived in the Organization's building. Since it was an old office building, they figured they could turn the above-average sized offices into bedrooms. There were fifteen offices in the building. There was also a bathroom with eight stalls and a shower, a kitchen, a gym, and the meeting room, which they transformed into a 'living room'. Roxas was located in one of the extra offices.

"It's a shame that I know more about your mission than you do." Xaldin sighed, "Luis is the ex-husband. He has to come down here to pay us."

"What happens if he doesn't have the money?" Demyx said, zipping up his jacket.

"We kill Luis and keep all the ransom money ourselves." Xaldin stated simply.

"I say we just fucking kill Roxas right now." Xigbar raged into the living room with a bandage on his nose.

"Aw Xigbar, you looked beautiful just the way you were. You didn't need a nose job!" Demyx wasn't joking with this comment.

"Demyx, he got kicked in the face; this is why he is acting like a little bitch." Axel stated bluntly, smirking as the sight of Demyx's eyes widening. Demyx was an innocent angel. His position in the Organization was to answer phones or do paperwork. He occasionally got a job where they needed a decoy or actor, but never got assigned actual physical labor or violence, take for instance kidnapping a feisty teenager with a mean kick. They heard a yell in the background.

"Roxas is awake." Axel said. Everyone looked at him and rasied their eyebrows, "I guess that means I have to check on him." That statement gained nods of agreement. "Lazy bitches..." he mumbled as he walked towards the back.

oOoOo

Roxas was getting very tired of waking up in unknown places. First he was in a trunk and now he found himself in dusty room. He coughed and tried to walk around. His idea was rejected once he put it into motion. He found his right hand handcuffed to an old radiator that he prayed didn't work. Tears slipped from his face and made patterns on the dust. Everything in this room seemed to be brown. The sun painted yellow slots on the floor and casted shadows across the furniture. In front of Roxas was a desk; beside him was an old bookshelf. The books were replaced with layers upon layers of dust. Wait, if there was a window that means outside which means civilization. Civilization meant humans which meant help! Help is what Roxas longed for! Hope rose in his stomach. It made him feel anxious. He was ready for someone to bust through the window and save him.

"HELP, PLEASE HELP, MY NAME IS ROXAS AND I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED!" Roxas yelled with all the force and as loud as he could muster. His body was small but his voice was big, hopefully. He looked up when he heard the door creak open.

"That window is soundproof." A silhouetted man said blandly, he's been through all of these motions. The Organization XIII spreads its services to all the states that are less than twelve hours away by car. "The bars would prevent anyone from breaking in and even if they did, Leaxus would hear you." Roxas felt devastated. He didn't know what to do. All his emotions leaked from his eyes and dripped off his cheeks. He sobbed. The man came into view. He was tall with bright red hair that spiked down his back. His eyes were bright green and underneath each eye a triangle found home. He was slender. This was the man Roxas had hit with the glass!

"Y-You!" Roxas sputtered, "You brought me here. Why? Why would you do this to someone? Who are you? Just let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone! Just let me go..." Roxas sobbed harder. For a second the man's face took a look of guilt, but that quickly went away.

"Listen, my name is Axel." He walked over and sat in the chair at the desk. "Someone hired us to kidnap you. We're going to hold you for ransom-"he paused and seemed to realize how soft he sounded, "and then you can go home to mommy." Roxas didn't want Axel to go, but he watched Axel walk away and shut the door behind him, leaving Roxas alone with his emotions. The emotions of hopelessness, depression, anxiety, anger, and pain were stretching his skin, trying to find breaks were they could escape. Roxas curled up, and started to cry.

A/N: Poor wittle Woxas, seeing him in this state makes me sad. -tears-