Dysfunctional: Organization 13 Edition
Chapter Thirteen
Key Of Destiny
A/N: I love this chaper... more than i thought i would ^-^

Blond hair layed scattered about the cold cobble stone floor. Roxas shivered;
his cheek pressed against the stone, painfully resting. Each night grew colder and
colder for the boy.

He had become accustomed to two square meal's a day; hardly enough to satisfy his
hunger. Breakfast at six AM and diner at six PM. Roxas stayed locked away in the dungeon-like
room until the master wanted him in his presence. Roxas wished Axel has answered his phone
call. He could have been the one to save him.

Roxas day dreamed Axel would show up to save him; each dream different. Roxas remembered
the last night he spent with Axel. He had told Roxas he was in love with him, but Roxas panicked
and ran out on him. That was the night Roxas was abducted. Roxas had slipped to the phone;
where his cell phone lay as well, while his master was in the bath. Unfortunately, Axel didn't
answer. Roxas was not stupid enough to take his phone back to the dungeon with him. It
would only indicate he was loose and anger his master.

Roxas' eyes pinched shut as a strip of light crept in from a new crack in the door. Roxas picked
his head up to see a slender hand dipping in through the now, open door. Hs hair slid from the
floor as her stood up. Slowly and cautiously, he neared the door. He reached for the hand with
slight anticipation. The hand clasped his own causing a rise in fear. His nerves jumped. The skin
was course but still a Small feminine like hand. Roxas knew it was his master. She yanked his
hand to her body. Roxas felt the silk cloth she was wearing. Before he knew it, a sharp pain
rushed through his arm. She had slammed his upper arm in the door. Roxas yelled, instinctively
pulling his arm back through the door. She shut the door and the light was gone.

"Damn it!" Roxas groaned, gripping at the pain in his arm. This was one of the dirtest tricks yet.
Roxas walked to the darkest corner, leaning against it in pain. He slid to his bottom, resting his
head against the wall.

"Axel..." Roxas moaned shutting his eyes in agony. He could have swore he felt a water droplet of
some sort ride down his cheek. Roxas sat there staring at the inside of his eyelids, day dreaming.

~*~

"Axel!" Roxas yelled as the woman pulled on his arm, dragging him from his dungeon. Axel was on
the other side of the wall, holding onto the bared window.

"Roxas!" The fiery red head called back. Roxas struggled to fight the woman but was loosing terribly.
It was like Larxene and her weapons; the woman dug her thick nails into Roxas' arm; draining him of
strength and will to fight back. The tattered holes in his organization coat would be made note of. Roxas
watched the door to his cold bedroom slam shut, blocking him from Axel's view. Roxas began to stand up
and walk with the woman. Hope was lost now; best to cooperate. The woman threw Roxas to the floor,
ripping her nails from his arm. Roxas managed to hit his head on the table before finally, reaching the
wooden floor.

The woman looked toward the door to Roxas' keep. It was one fire and Axel's demonic figure was walking
through. He was wielding his chakram's with a vicious gaze. The woman stumbled backward; realizing
the danger she was facing-

~*~

"AXEL!" Roxas screamed. His eyes poped open and his body shot forward. He peered around the room. It was still dark. There were no flames or red headed men. Just himself and the cold night air. Roxas leaned back once again, resting his head against the wall. "I'm going to rot in this room."