People revisiting this story may notice a significant change: Lea and Ven and the other characters have been replaced with their nobodies. WHAT?!

Honestly, this just made more sense. The Lea/Ven pairing isn't that popular anyway, and I wanted to see how the story would be affected with these "different" (not really) characters. And I guess old habits die hard, if they die at all.

Sorry if anyone is upset by these changes. PM me if you want it changed back, and I'd consider it.


The night was relatively smooth and peaceful, until a tremor shook through the airship.

Passengers screamed as the ship swayed dangerously, the captain's voice teetering on the unhinged even as he tried to calm them over the radio.

"Everyone remain calm! It's just a bit of turbulence! Nothing to worry about! Please, remain in your seats! There are safety buckles- What the? W-Who the devil are-"

His voice was suddenly cut off, however, and after some pounding and static, a shrill new voice rang over the crowd.

"Sorry to interrupt the pleasure cruise, but we have business with you high class dogs! Start taking out your valuables now! Anyone who is not in the dining room, you better get over there now! And don't try anything stupid!"

The door to the dining room slammed against the wall, revealing a small number of men dressed in electric blue and black uniforms, guns pointed everywhere at once.

"We're Larxene's gang!" one of the pirates shouted, raising his gun into the air and firing a shot through the hull. The crowd jumped at the sound, huddling together as he sneered at them. "Take off your jewelry and pull out your purses!"

"Y-You can't do that!" A man in a business suit pushed his chair back with a harsh groan. The second he was on his feet, he began shouting. "You think you can get away with-"

Bang. He hit the floor with a heavy thud, causing the woman and girl next to him to begin screaming.

"Shut up!" the pirate yelled, silencing the woman quickly. Her daughter continued to sob. "He had it coming. Anyone else want to end up like him?" No one moved or spoke for a tense moment. "I didn't think so. Pay up, and no one else has to get hurt."

The people scrambled to pull out their valuables. "And keep your hands visible!" he sneered, motioning quickly for the other two men to leave the room. They did so, and he returned to his vigilance with a smirk.

Sometimes he really loved this job.

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Elsewhere, in one of the numerous passenger rooms, a tall, blonde man was speaking as calmly as possible. His temper was about to flare up at any moment because of this little set back.

"Hold them off at all costs. If they take the bridge, knock three times in rapid succession. I'm going to call for backup."

The other two men nodded and quickly left. No sooner were they gone, gunshots sounded, all of them dangerously close to the area.

"Damn!" The man wiped the sweat and frustration from his brow, before casting a quick glance around the small room. In the far corner sat a young boy, curled into a tight ball on the floor. He looked up from his knees as the man moved to his personal radio, the older man eyeing him coldly for a moment.

"Roxas, sit still and don't make a sound," he warned, as he donned a large pair of headphones and set to work putting together a message.

Seeing that his back was turned, the boy slowly let his eyes drift to a heavy bottle on the floor next to him. It had once been filled with very expensive vodka, but had been emptied over the course of the evening, and rolled onto the floor when the pirates first attacked the ship. It was the only thing available to him, though, and as the gunshots kept getting closer, louder, Roxas knew that he had to do something.

Ever so quietly, the boy carefully grabbed the neck of the bottle and got to his feet.

"Yes, pirates! Do you understand?...Our current position? One moment…." With a heavy sigh, the man began rifling through the papers on the small table, shoving a plate to the floor with a loud shatter of porcelain. Roxas jumped a little at the sound, afraid he'd been discovered, but saw with relief that the man was just dragging out a map from under the clutter. Swallowing nervously, he drew closer, raising the bottle…

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"Do you think Seifer was being a little too harsh in there?"

"Demyx, I'm a little bit busy here!" Emphasizing his point, the other pirate fired off another round, laughing a little as he managed to snag one man in the arm.

"I know!" Demyx cried, doing his best with his own gun. These guys were pretty good shots, but once their leader made her way over here, Luxord and his cronies would have no chance. "I know, but shooting that guy? He clearly had a family, Hayner!"

"It's a casualty of war," the other man shrugged, ducking back a bit to reload. "Stuff like this happens all the time. Or did you think that being a pirate was gonna be all sunshine and butterflies?"

"Well, no..." The pirate scratched the back of his head, still looking guilty. "But I-"

"Enough chatter!" Both turned their heads to see a young, vicious looking woman with a razor sharp smile and a dozen guns belted to her waist.

"Mom!"

"Call me captain!" Larxene snarled, biting off the pin of a smoke grenade and chucking it down the hall. It exploded in an instant, and the pirates continued to fire until they couldn't hear coughing anymore. "Get moving, you bums! I want that crystal!"

"Right!"

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Roxas reached into the unconscious man's shirt, pulling out a small blue pendant from his inner vest pocket. As he fastened the gem around his neck, he winced to see a bit of blood on the floor behind Luxord. As much as he hated the man, he hadn't meant to really hurt him. But he had to hurry and take his only chance.

Suddenly someone began pounding loudly on the door. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Luxord! Open up, you son of a bitch!"

The blonde backed up slowly, looking around for some way to escape. The only available option now was the window, so he forced it open with some difficultly, making a space large enough that he could fit through. Looking out into the night sky, he felt an overwhleming flutter of fear, but was quickly reminded that he didn't have any other choice. The pounding grew louder. Someone was trying to break the door down.

Just as he slipped outside, desperately clutching to the edge of the ship, the door slammed to the ground. Then it became difficult to hear, as the whipping, chilling winds battered his face and body. Roxas shivered and held on for dear life, trying his best not to look down.

"Where is he?" Larxene shrieked. The next thing he knew, she and another pirate were sticking their heads out the window.

"There he is!"

The boy shook his head desperately. He inched out of their reach as best he could, feeling cold tears in his eyes as the wind kept hitting him. His fingers and toes were already turning blue in the freezing temperatures.

"Don't just stand there, dimwits! Grab him!"

"Roxas!"

The boy pulled himself up to another window, using his arms as a support. He couldn't keep this up for long. He had to make it to the lower hanger. No one would be guarding the lifeboats...

The couple inside starred at him in disbelief. The woman screamed as her door burst open, and a blonde pirate was rushing through.

"Come here, you little brat!"

"No!"

Terrified, the boy's arms slipped, his fingers grasping desperately for purchase but finding none. The next thing he knew, he was falling into a cold, windy abyss of dark clouds, screaming...