A door creaked open in the darkness, awaking Roxas from his doze. Lifting his head, he tried to see through the blindfold wrapped around his face. "Who's there?" He asked. Laughter echoed through his stone prison. Rough hands shoved him against the wall, then the blindfold was removed. A pair of black gloves moved into his vision, easily recognized as those worn by members of Organization XIII. "What do you want?" Roxas demanded. Instead of a reply, something was forced onto his face, something made of hard plastic that neither obstructed or changed his sight.

Roxas was pulled from the cold wall. Light flooded his face, burning in the pits of his royal blue eyes. More black gloved hands grabbed his arms, dragging him out of the room, and into the bright hallway. Robed figures moved in front of Roxas, gliding along silently. Roxas managed to turn his head, and saw his reflection in the flawless marble walls. A pair of swimmers goggles had been strapped to his face, the gaudy turquoise seeming odd in this world of shadows and marble. "What's with the goggles?" He asked of the nearest member.

"So you may see your death." A familiar voice informed him. Roxas thought hard, his mind scrambled after his long imprisonment. Finally, it came to him. "Marluxia?"

Roxas' reply was a grunt of affirmation.

The Organization members opened a door, and fresh night air flowed in. A large black limo waited on the street, doors open and waiting. The robed Nobody's threw Roxas in, sending him crashing to the floor. "Hold still." A voice commanded. More hands, this time pushing him to the fetal position. Ropes bound his knees to his chest, and his arms around his soft legs. The lights flickered on as the car quietly came to life, revealing one of the figures bending down, a length of sturdy black rope in hand. The person tied this to one of the other ropes, hood brushing Roxas in the process.

Mustering his strength, the blonde boy jerked upward, sending the hood upwards. Instantly, a cloud of flame-colored red hair burst upward, stopping as they waved upward into their usual fiery pillar. "Axel." Roxas growled. "What do you want with me?'

"Simple. You betrayed the Organization when you went to find out why you were chosen to wield the key blade. Normally, I wouldn't give a fuck what they did, but when you left, I was-"

"Devastated." Another voice broke in. Roxas knew the soft tone as that of Demyx. "Poor Axel didn't leave the gates for weeks after you were gone, insisting you'd be back."

"SHUT UP!" Axel roared back, smacking Demyx across the face.

"BASTARD!" Demyx screamed, pulling his fist back to punch Axel.

"Stop!" A voice commanded from the front of the limo. The two men instantly relaxed, saying "Yes Superior." Simultaneously.

Axel bent down again, anger written in every line of his face, then finished tying the rope to Roxas' bindings.

Meanwhile, the limo jerked to a stop, sending Roxas skidding painfully into one of the seats. A door opened somewhere to his left, and he was lifted from the floor.

The Organization members had him upside down, so Roxas could see naught but the cracked sidewalk beneath him. He could hear a gate creak open, and could smell