Author's Notes: I profusely apologize at the loooong stretch between chapters. I was having a lot of trouble with this story and think that I finally worked all of the kinks out of the outline. There will be approximately one more chapter after this and an epilogue.

Disclaimer: I do not own. You do not own. End of story.

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Assent
Act 3: Struggle
Scene 1: Training

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Getting back into shape was, in a few words, a major pain in the ass.

A constant array of sore limbs, aching muscles, throbbing joints and tendons and ankles and knees. It was answer D, all of the above and then some. I could hardly change a channel with the remote without my wrist swelling up, without my elbow feeling as if it went through a grinder or four, without my shoulder feeling like it was dislocating itself.

And all of the training was intense. I was serious about it because it was the first thing in a long time that so perfectly took my mind off of everything. While I was pounding the pavement at the track, miles upon miles passing under my feet, I didn't have to think about anything other than forcing myself to go another lap, two, three.

All I had to focus on was pushing myself more and more and more, thriving mentally as my body burned, knowing all the while that I would soon be sleeping, where I could blissfully think about absolutely nothing and dream my dreams in a land where everything was possible, where people didn't die.

Hayner, of course, was also a bit out of shape but not nearly to the extent that I was. He had at least kept up with his weight lifting since our last Struggle, whereas I'd been lazing around since I first started college many months ago.

I began getting up every morning at the same time my brothers did for school, where they would drop me off at Hayner's house before heading off to Twilight Town High. Hayner and I would then begin a long jog across the entirety of the town, mp3 players pumping loud music into our ears, urging us onward, keeping us going when we wanted nothing more than to curl up on the sidewalk and pass out for a century or more.

After our half an hour break subsequent to jogging, we headed to the local gym where we would lift weights for an hour or so, though, admittedly, the majority of that slot of time we found ourselves horsing around, playing basketball and what not, but still exercising nevertheless. And after the weight-lifting, we participated in rather intense Struggle training, hand to hand combat, at a dojo owned by a reclusive man named Squall Leonhart. He never said very much, but you could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He was a thinker, and despite this, an awesome teacher. I learned more about the Struggle from him in one lesson than I think I knew to begin with, my timing and accuracy improving daily.

After Struggle practice, we would crash. For hours.

For as excited as I now was about the upcoming event, I was happier still that I was regaining my friendship with Hayner. We had many months of catching up to do, though, admittedly, there wasn't all that much to tell on my part. He went in to detail on his relationship with Olette, another friend of mine from high school. They'd been dating for a while and, although I was a bit jealous of their happiness, I was happy for them because they both deserved it.

More often than not, Hayner could be found at my house after we woke up, or I at his house, and we would play hours upon hours of video games, wincing in pain but having a blast nonetheless. A lot of the time, Sora or Demyx, and occasionally Riku or Zexion, would join us, taking turns with the controllers as we whooped the living dog snot out of each other.

In many ways, it felt a lot like back in high school after I'd moved to Twilight Town to live with my mom; the same sense of that you were wanted and loved, the comfort of knowing that it was true. I never felt that very much back on Destiny Islands, except when I was around Namine, and even then, I couldn't love her the way she wanted me and needed me to so it sometimes felt rather empty.

But there was always something missing, a feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me my life wasn't complete. I knew that my life wasn't complete, not anymore, but I tried not to dwell on the feeling too much because it would simply make all the memories come flooding back and I would be no farther in my emotional recovery than I was before.

But despite the rockiness of the business, the shaky progress I was making, I felt empty and tried my hardest to cover it with a smile. And I think I had them all fooled too, with the exception of Zexion, who was shrewd and always knew more than he was letting on. Sora seemed to simply glow because I didn't act upset any more and Demyx and Mom and Riku, they smiled in my presence, didn't feel as if they were committing a crime just doing so. I couldn't take that away from them, not when they'd already lost so much. So I pretended to be healing, pretended to be coping.

For the most part, it worked. I had nearly convinced myself into believing that everything was alright with my life, that things would get better.

Something, however, did change after the Struggle, something that I wasn't quite ready for but needed nonetheless.

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A phone rings, interrupting a teenage boy watching a movie. Frowning at the phone, the boy pauses it, running a quick hand through unruly brown hair, and answers the phone. "Hello?" he asks, his voice cheerful despite the interruption.

"Hi," a female voice replies, "may I please speak with Mrs. Assent?"

"Sure," the boy answers, "just hang on a second, kay?"

He pulls the phone away from his ear, walking from the living room and down the hall to his mom's bedroom. On the way, he passes an older blond boy who appears to have lost one of his shoes. Grinning at the other boy, the younger knocks on the door to his mother's bedroom.

"Yes?" a voice calls out a moment later.

"Telephone," the boy answers, smiling at his mom.

"Okay, come on in."

The boy's mother is sitting on her bed, leaning against the headboard, a book in her lap. It is one of her rare moments of relaxation and the boy is a little upset that it has been interrupted by a phone call.

He hands the phone to his mother, who smiles at him, uttering a quick, "Thanks, Sora," before putting the phone to her ear. "Hello? This is Mrs. Assent."

"Hello, Mrs. Assent, this is Paige Bradley of Destiny Islands Children's Services. I'm calling about your son, Roxas."

"Roxas?" she says quickly. Sora tenses at the mention of his big brother. "Has something happened?"

"Roxas has been placed temporarily in foster care until you can come get him. Y-"

"Wait a second," Mrs. Assent interrupts. "Just what is going on?"

The women on the other line sighs before continuing on. "Your ex-husband has been arrested on the charges of child endangerment, neglect, and abuse."

"What?" Mrs. Assent gasps, clutching the phone tightly in her hand.

"It appears that your ex-husband has been abusing Roxas for quite some time now. When we questioned him, Roxas admitted that it had been going on since before you and your husband divorced. He says that is the reason he agreed to stay with his father, because he didn't want his brother to have to suffer the same abuse."

"Mom?" Sora asks, stepping forward as he watches tears slid down his mother's face. "Mom, what's going on? Is Roxas okay?"

Rubbing her temples with one hand, Mrs. Assent wipes the tears from her face and says into the phone, "I'll be there just as soon as I can. I'm leaving tonight."

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Scene 2: Perplex

Mrs. Assent can be seen walking up the sidewalk with her son, her arm securely around his shoulders as if he was about to bolt. The boy isn't smiling, but doesn't appear to be frowning either, indifferent to the situation perhaps.

"We rearranged rooms a little bit," she says to her son, a timid smile on her face. "You'll be staying with Sora. They said your things will be arriving soon, but until then, I'm sure the boys will be more than happy to share with you."

Mutely, Roxas nods. His mother opens the front door, and immediately a small body flings itself at Roxas. Spiky brown hair jabs Roxas in the eye as he wraps his arms around his younger brother. He can feel tears falling onto his shirt from his brother's blue eyes and it makes him hurt.

"Careful Sora!" their mom says, gasping. "You're brother's still injured!"

Sora's body shakes all the more as his crying increases. "W-why didn't y-you t-t-tell me, Roxas?" Sora sobs. "I-I could h-have helped you!"

"Sora," Roxas says quietly, taking his brother by the shoulders and holding him at arms length. "Sora, there was nothing you could have done for me." Smiling slightly, Roxas goes on, "but it makes me happy to know that you would have tried. Come on, let's go inside. It's been a long time since I've seen everyone."

Sora scrubs tears from his eyes and nods, smiling up at his brother. "You haven't met Axel yet, have you?"

"Nope," Roxas answers, "Let's go inside so I can meet Axel, and see Demyx and Riku again too."

"Okay," Sora says, wrapping an arm around his older brother. He is sad that his brother was being hurt by their dad, but now he's just happy that Roxas this there now. For good.

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Before I rightly knew it, the day of the Struggle had arrived with a bang of an entrance. I'd awoken with a splitting headache, popping a couple of Tylenol Migraine and washing it down with a glass of cold water. Sora had come bouncing into my room at eight o'clock on the dot, excited for the days events and confident that I was going, and I quote, kick so mucho grande ass.

But seeing the grin on my younger brother's face, the genuine smile that spread from ear to ear, I couldn't help but feel excited as well. It was contagious, Sora's brand of sheer happiness, and I was drowning in it.

I arrived at the breakfast table groggy and still in my shorts and plain white t-shirt. Zexion, Demyx, and Riku were all already gathered around the table, chatting merrily, happier than I had seen any of them in quite some time. But it very well could have been because, for once, my eyes were open to those around me and I wasn't focused solely one my own life.

Mom was wearing a smile as she placed a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, and French toast in front of me. I saw that she had even put on one of her nice tops, light makeup on her face. I smiled at her, so happy because I hadn't seen my mother this effervescent in a long time.

"Eat up, Roxas," she said softly, grinning at me. "You'll need your strength for today."

"Yep!" Sora said. "You're going to win today, I can just feel it."

"You know what they say about counting your chickens before they hatch?" Riku asked Sora with a raised eyebrow. Turning to me, a grin broke out across his face as he added, "Well, I wouldn't worry about it if I were you, Roxas. Kick Seifer's ass today."

The six of us chatted amiably for a while as I nibbled at my breakfast, far too nervous to actually eat. It had been some time since I'd competed in a Struggle and I was nervous out of my mind. Hayner came barging in a little while later, my friend's Pence and Olette in tow.

"Okay," Hayner said as he walked in, either not noticing the way Zexion's eyebrow rose high on his face or choosing to ignore it. He slammed his fist on the table and, looking directly at me, said, "It's just you and me, Roxas, just like old times. One of us is going to win today and one of us will lose, that much I know. But it doesn't matter, just as long as one of us brings home the trophy to put in the Usual Spot!"

"Wow," Riku said, smiling wryly, "that's so encouraging. Really, brilliant speech."

Hayner obviously missed the sarcasm and grinned at Riku. I rolled my eyes, noting that things had almost returned to normal. Almost.

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It had been decided beforehand that Hayner was to fight a real meathead named Rai and I was to have the pleasure of personally fighting Seifer. The two winners were to go on to the finals, the winner of that round having the opportunity to battle Twilight Town's reigning champ, a pompous guy named Setzer.

Hayner's match was to be first. It was close for a long time, but eventually, Hayner's superior brain power to Rai's brawn was Rai's downfall. Rai actually ended up knocking himself unconscious with his own Struggle bat. Even with so many people watching, no one is quite sure how he managed to achieve this feat. Personally, I thought he deserved some kind of award for possibly being the dumbest person to make it to the semi-finals of a Struggle in Twilight Town history.

My match against Seifer began and one thing became clear right away: Seifer had the superior strength (not that any nimrod couldn't have seen that just by looking at us), whereas I had the speed and agility. I did my best to dodge his parries and deflect most of his direct attacks with a dodge, but overall, I just had to keep moving, running around him and hitting him when I could, collecting points a couple of a time. It was a long fight, and I was nearly exhausted by the time it was over, but somehow, on someone's good graces, I managed to defeat Twilight Town's own bully.

The applause was thunderous in my ears as my chest heaved from exhaust, but I didn't pay this any attention. My eyes found Hayner and locked. We both knew it would come down to this, but neither of us were really all that ready for it, for the weight that came with battling one's best friend.

We faced off, briefly tapping our bats in a sign of friendship, before taking fighting positions. When the whistle blew, the battle had begun.

Hayner and I were by far more evenly matched than I was with Seifer. We were both agile, both quick, and neither of us had a lot of physical strength. He did have me in the height department, by a few inches or so, but it didn't matter so much. We were both tired from our previous fights and it showed.

Somehow, I managed to get the upper hand and the win from a quick roll, knocking him in the back. I could hear people cheering, could hear the announcer cheering my name, but things were growing fuzzy and my head began feeling too light to be attached.

I think Hayner noticed because I heard him scream my name, saying that I was growing too pale. I think he caught me before I hit the ground, but I wasn't sure because I was already unconscious.

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Two boys can be seen sitting on a porch swing, one with hair the color of a fire engine, the other with light hair the color of late summer wheat. There is a visible tenseness between them, further proven by the lack of conversation between the two.

"So," the redhead begins, "your mom really thinks that forcing us to spend time together will make us the best of friends."

"You've been living here longer than I have," Roxas snaps. "You should know better than I do."

"Hm, you could be right, Blondie. And who knows, she might even be right. Maybe we will learn to get along." Axel tosses the blond a suggestive grin, who mutters something inaudible that somehow sounds a lot like 'not if you were the last body one earth…'

"At any rate, this couldn't hurt," Axel continues. "See, I like you quite well. I think that you're a stand up old chum who-"

Roxas cuts him off. "Look, Axel, we just have to pretend to get along so Mom will get off both of our backs, okay? So why don't we get out of here, go our separate ways and come back with a fantastic tale of just how much fun we had getting ice cream and watching a ballgame?"

"Sounds like a plan to me, Roxas. See, I knew you were a stand up kind of guy."

The two boys go inside to inform Mrs. Assent that they would be heading out to hang out. She appears beside herself with joy, smiling from ear to ear. Axel takes the car keys and soon enough, they are out of there. He drops Roxas off at his new friend Hayner's house, promising to be back for him in a few hours.

There is just one problem, though, and that is no one is home in Hayner's house. Roxas gets tired of sitting on the steps and decides to take a walk down the street. After picking up a few snacks and a bottle of Pepsi, he heads to the park across the street to sit and partake in eating.

While there, with not much else to do, he ponders his time here in Twilight Town, wondering exactly how he and Axel had come to dislike each other so much. The strange feelings Axel gave him seemed almost immediate, nearly the second Roxas moved back in with his mom.

Shrugging, he glances around the park, staring at the random families milling around, eating picnics in the grass, playing on the monkey bars, pumping chubby legs on the swings. He sees one small boy in particular, a little blond boy with large blue eyes. He appears to be upset by what his dad was telling to him. Roxas watches as the man raised his hand to the boy and he was over there in a second.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Roxas says to the man. "I think you should just leave the little boy alone."

The man turns on him, sneering. "And I suppose you're up for Parent of the Year, ya goddamn punk!" Pulling his hand back again, the man hits Roxas square in the eye. He is unable to avoid it, or the next of many.

A yell fills the air, sounds like, "Leave him the fuck alone!"

The man, upon hearing this, roughly grabs his son and nearly drags him from the park, muttering about 'the goddamn youth of America.'

As Roxas falls too the ground, he hears a familiar voice shout his name. His head hits the concrete and he feels vaguely ill, but he is conscious. "Roxas! Roxas!"

Axel's face swims into view a moment later, concern filling emerald eyes. "What the hell was all that about, Roxas?" he asks.

"He was going to hit his son," Roxas replies, slurring his words something awful.

Axel frowns, a line forming between his eyes. Without saying anything, Axel lifts Roxas' head up off the ground and gently sets it in his lap. He pulls his jacket off and wipes blood away from cuts and bloody teeth.

"Roxas," Axel begins, not quite looking at him, "Roxas, you can't save everyone, you know. Sometimes you just got to watch out for yourself. You can't save everyone."

"You sound just like her," Roxas says thickly. "You sound just like Namine."

Axel chuckles. "I seriously hope that you are not comparing me to your little girlfriend," he says, still laughing. "I can guarantee I'm nothing like her."

And at that, Roxas feels guilt consume him, guilt from how he treated Namine, who was only helping him. Guilt because he hadn't talked to her since that night at her house.

"Maybe," Roxas says after a moment, "but being compared to her wouldn't be an insult. After Mom and Sora, she's the most decent person I know. And I've been such a prick to her when all she tried to do was help me."

"Hm," Axel replies noncommittally. "You could always make it up to her, though."

"How?" Roxas asks. "She's on Destiny Islands and I'm stuck here in Twilight Town."

"Well," I could always take you to see her, if, you know, calling or writing seems too complicated for you."

"It's not that, it's just that she deserves better than a phone call. She deserves a lot better than me." He's quiet for a moment before meeting Axel's eyes. "You would seriously take me to see her?"

Axel nods. "I would seriously take you to see her. It's not really so far. And besides, your Mom would love it. It would give us the perfect opportunity for us to bond."

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Scene 3: Search

The next time I open my eyes, I find myself, yet again, in a hospital. Same fluorescent lights, unchanged starchy hospital gown, familiar too clean smell. It takes a moment for me to adjust to the lighting and, when I do, I notice Namine looking expectantly at me.

"Hi," she says with a smile. "Welcome to the Waking World."

"Hi," I croak in response. "What happened?"

"Apparently, you were dehydrated and passed out. Also, you exert yourself physically too much lately training. And as for where your family is, I told them I would watch you while they go get something to eat. They should be back soon and will be happy to know that you're awake. They were worried."

The door to my room burst open then, Hayner stomping through. "Is he awake yet?" he demanded of Namine, not even looking over at me.

"Why yes, Hayner, I am, thanks for asking," I replied. He looks over at me then, a smile falling on his face.

"Thank God," he says, plopping down in a chair next to my bed. "I cannot believe you over-trained! Roxas, why didn't you say that the training was too much for you? We could have slowed down!"

"Yeah, but if we had, I wouldn't have won that, now would I?" I asked, pointing at the shiny new Struggle trophy that someone (no doubt the blond before me, Hayner that is) had placed there.

"Hmph!" he said, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced at me again, his face serious this time. "But seriously, Roxas, don't scare us like that again! You should have seen how upset your mom was! And Sora! Every time you go to a hospital, he just gets so sad."

"I know," I said, feeling guilty.

After a while, after Hayner had announced that he had to use the bathroom, I asked Namine something I had been meaning to ask her for some time now.

"Actually, there's a favor I need," I rephrased.

"Anything, Roxas," she said with a smile on her face. I'd forgotten how pretty she looked when she smiled.

Clearing my throat, I replied, "I need you to find someone for me. Her name is Kairi Harrington."

"Okay," she said, "but just who is she?"

Taking a deep breath, bracing myself for my words, I said, "She was Axel's sister."

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It has been several days since the time Roxas we beaten up and Axel came to his rescue. It has been a few less since Axel drove Roxas all the way to Destiny Islands (taking a ferry the stretch of distance that is covered by water) and the two are now driving back home.

Roxas turns to Axel, sees the way the setting sun hits his pale skin, alight his green eyes, and sets his red hair on fire. When he'd first met the older boy, he'd thought Axel was perhaps the strangest looking person he had ever met. But now, now Roxas had tossed that notion far out the window.

The strange fluttery feeling in his stomach told him that maybe, just maybe, he thought Axel was handsome. And when the redhead runs a hand distractedly through his long red hair, Roxas thinks him to be beautiful.

He goes back to looking out the window, watching the miles of country pass before his eyes. He knows that he never felt like this around Namine, with whom he had been dating, with whom he had just broken it off with.

But comparing the two in Roxas' mind didn't seem right. He just feels wrong when he thinks of how delicate Namine's hands are, but it is Axel's hands, large and rough and calloused, that stand out in his mind. He recalls when Axel had cradled his bruised head in his arms after he'd gotten beaten up, recalls the way his heart unconsciously sped up, the way he had more trouble forming words because of this than because of a swollen jaw.

Axel had shown him kindness though, had offered to drive him all the way to Destiny Islands to visit a girl he had never met. And this was all after Roxas had been nothing short of unkind to him.

He wasn't sure why he'd been so adverse to Axel since the moment he met the older boy, hadn't a clue, but thought that maybe it had something to do with how he was feeling now. He didn't need a degree in psychology to know that he wasn't quite right in the head, that he had trouble trusting men, especially the ones he cared about.

Roxas turns again to Axel then, a small smile still on his face his musings that quickly transforms into something serious. "Axel," he begins, "why exactly did you drive me all the way to Destiny Islands?"

Axel glances over at him quickly without smiling. "Why not?" he asks simply.

They are silent for a time before Roxas turns back to Axel. "Can I ask you a question?"

Axel grins. "Would it be too clichéd for me to say that you already just asked me one?"

Roxas can't help but smile back before his face becomes serious again. "It…it's kind of personal, actually. I mean, you don't have to answer me if you don't want to, but-"

"Just ask your question, Roxas."

Roxas takes a deep breath. "How exactly did you end up with my mom? I know she's a foster mom and all, but how did you end up in foster care?"

"Well, that's a bit of a loaded question," Axel replies slowly.

"You don't have to answer," Roxas quickly interjects.

"No, I told you to ask your question and I intend on answering it.

"I never really knew who my dad was," he began, fingers gripping the steering a little tighter, his knuckles turning white. "So it was just my mom, my sister Kairi, and me. We could have been happy, I suppose, but there was just one problem: my mom was addicted to coke and could never hold a job. I had to drop out of school when I was thirteen so I could work so Kairi and I could have a meal each night. Eventually, Social Services caught on and took us away. I don't know where my mom is now, and honestly, I don't really care. But Kairi and I got separated." He grew quiet then. After he takes a deep breath, he continues on. "I know she was adopted. I've tried finding out where she ended up, but apparently it was a closed adoption, so I can only see her again if she comes looking for me."

"I wish that had never happened to you, Axel," Roxas replies quietly, still looking at him.

"No point in wishing that, Roxas. Neither of us can change it. But a few good things did come out of it. I now know what it's like to have a mom who cares about me. I have a family. Hell, I got to meet you." Axel grinned at him them, infectious, and Roxas grinned back.

"That's true enough," Roxas agrees. "If my dad had never decided to beat the crap out of me, it's unlikely we'd be nothing more than acquaintances."

"Well, thank goodness he did."

They shared a laugh then.

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My stay in the hospital this time didn't last longer than a few hours. They pumped me full of fluids and told me to take it easy for a week or so and dismissed me. Sora, like always, fussed over me, saying that I should probably stay in the hospital longer, but I was adamant to get home.

There was a small party waiting for me at home, Mom cooking up a very nice dinner for everyone. Sora, Demyx, Riku, and Zexion were all there waiting for me, along with Namine, Hayner, Olette, and Pence. It was nice hanging out with everyone for a while, but eventually, I grew exhausted, falling asleep at my end of the couch.

The next few days passed with little ado. While Sora, Dem, Zex, and Riku were at school for the day and Mom at work, Hayner came over and we played video games or just hung out. Sometimes, Pence and Olette came with his as well. I think Hayner was just glad to have his best friend back again.

I didn't seen Namine again until six days after the Struggle and my release from the hospital. When she did show up at my house, she wore a small smile upon her face.

"I think I found her," she said. "I think I found, Kairi."

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Namine offered to go with me, but I declined. Meeting Kairi was something I needed to do on my own.

Namine told me that it took her a long time to find Kairi, digging through pages upon pages of people search, Googling it. Kairi wasn't all that common of a name, but eventually she found a small newspaper article from a nearby town of a girl who'd won an essay contest last year.

There was a picture attached to the article, black and white. As I gazed at her face, something within me told me that she was the girl I was looking for. There wasn't much of a resemblance between her and Axel, but there was something about the set of their eyes that held the same knowledge, that contained many shared experiences.

Less than two days later, after my week of rest was up, I borrowed Mom's car. She didn't ask any questions, but I knew she was a little worried.

Hollow Bastion wasn't far, perhaps forty minutes by car. I made it there in twenty-five.

I parked my car in the visitor's parking lot at Hollow Bastion High, crossing the street to sit on a bench and wait for the school day to end. I only waited roughly fifteen minutes when students began streaming from the building. I spotted her fairly quickly, walking alone.

At this point, I wasn't really sure what to do. I didn't want her thinking I was some crazed stalker out to harm her, but I knew that I would have to say something to her regardless.

"Um, excuse?" I said, walking next to her.

"Yes?" she asked, frowning curiously at me.

"Are you Kairi?" I asked. "Kairi Harrington?"

"I am," she replied. "Who are you? Have we met before?"

"Well, no we haven't, but there's something I'd like to talk to you about. Maybe inside that coffee shop?" I pointed to the Starbucks only a few shops ahead of us.

"Okay," she agreed, leading me inside. Once there, we ordered our drinks and took a table in the back. Silence consumed us and she delicately sipped her coffee, staring at me curiously.

"My name is Roxas Assent," I began. I started blabbing then, telling her everything that had happened to me, about my dad, about relocating in Twilight Town, about Axel. Except I never used his name.

She appeared sympathetic, telling me how sorry she was that so many terrible things had happened to me. I knew that she could tell I was leaving something out, but she never asked me of it.

At one point, she stole a look at her cell phone a gasped briefly. "I'm really sorry, Roxas, but I have to get home. My mom will be very worried if I don't show up soon."

"Okay," I reply, still flustered, still unable to bring myself to tell her my relationship with her brother.

"Can I have your phone number? So we can hang out sometime, talk again." I nod, handing her my phone. She quickly punches her number in, while I put my number in her phone. As she handed my phone back to me and accepted hers back as well, she stared at me long and hard. "You feel like someone I should know," she said slowly before saying a cheerful good-bye and leaving.

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