-1A/N: Well, I'm a newbie here, but I have been reading on FF for years. I'm hoping to be really active here and that my stories will be enjoyed by others. Flames or no, I don't care. I've written many stories and had many compliments and complaints so bring what you have. Though to save any flamers time, I usually don't read flames, they are used to keep my room warm at night. Phoenix Out!

Disclaimer; I don't own any Final Fantasy or KH characters. I only own my OC. So yeah…

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"Gah! It's sooooooo boring now that the heartless are gone!" A young black haired girl groaned for the tenth time that evening. It was true. Nothing exciting happened around Traverse Town, except the occasional arguments between the group of friends. Though, even those were getting to practically be chores anymore. Even, the usually stoic Squall-er Leon, was admitting that the town wasn't as exciting as it was. Yuffie, herself couldn't believe that Squall could agree on anything she said. The hyper ninja enjoyed the new piece of info that could be used to tease Squall. Of course, she'd never stop calling him Squall instead of "Leon".

Stretching her gloved arms, Yuffie Kisaragi laid herself out on the old, musty couch in the living room in the house that she currently shared with Cloud, Vincent, Tifa, Aerith, and the ever cussing gramps of hers, Cid. Oh yeah, there was the tomboyish. Crystal Dante Lugis. Had appeared during the attack of the Nobodies and Heartless. Bleeding to death in hundreds of places and refusing help, the silverette collapsed at their door. It took her only a few weeks to heal in bed and a few more days to quit stumbling around. After being completely healed, Crystal had disappeared from the group until she appeared later and asked to stay, which everyone, including Squall and Vincent, had agreed to the question.

Constantly, Yuffie would question the silver haired girl about her home. The answer was always, 'Go bug someone else. It's not important to know about my past.' Every time Crystal said that, her eyes would flash in an animal-like way and sharp incisors peaked from her mouth. At that, Yuffie backed off, deciding that she didn't want any of those fangs in her body. The young ninja recalled Vincent saying one time, 'Man, she could put out a fire with that voice.'

Shaking all thoughts from her head, Yuffie turned her attention to the television, watching some kind of show. She's had done forgot and really didn't care, as long as it kept her occupied of course. Leon sat in the matching army green chair which he had moved a few feet away from the couch earlier. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest while his ocean blue eyes were closed as to keep from watching the idiotic show she was beginning to enjoy. Her eyes looked at his slightly long brown hair, slightly tousled from shifting in the chair. Yuffie flinched when she ran her gaze over the scar that flawed Leon's otherwise perfect face.

A low click disturbed Yuffie from her trance. Looking at the door, the girl saw Crystal and Tifa enter the house, drenched from the rain that had come from nowhere. Tifa flopped her chocolate brown hair over her shoulder, the water making squelch drip, squelch drip noises every time the fighter girl moved. "I'm going to take a shower." Her soft voice cut the air as she moved up the stairs up to her room, shutting her door just as soft as her voice.

Crystal coughed gruffly, trying to keep the noise down. Without another word, she moved past Leon and Yuffie and up to her own room. "What's wrong with her?" a male voice perked in. It was Cloud. He had apparently saw the scene from the kitchen. "I hope she's not getting sick. All the stores are running low and it'll be a while before we get anything in." The spiky haired blonde sighed, moving to stand beside Leon's chair. His blue eyes were clouded with dismay from the silverette. Crystal had really woven her way into the group's hearts even though she hadn't even been in Traverse Town long.

Squall had now looked up from the floor, his eyes dropping with the left over sleep. Grunting in annoyance, he wiped it from his eyes, trying to completely awaken himself from his short nap. A slight shrug on his shoulders was the only gesture made. Though he thought no one noticed, Yuffie caught his gaze linger on Crystal's door.

"I don't know what to do with her. She's acting a little weird." Yuffie commented, relaxing on the couch even more. Yawning, she placed her arms behind her head, making them a slightly comfortable pillow.

Leon reacted to that statement, "You don't even know what to do with yourself, Yuffie." The enigmatic gun blade wielder snorted, uncrossing his arms, his leather jacket rustling with his movement.

"Hey!" Yuffie retorted, sitting up instantly. "You're just tired, Squall." Yuffie stuck her tongue out at Leon. Yeah, it was childish, but that was all she had.

"It's Leon." Squall snapped quickly. "Anyways, Crystal's probably just tired or something. Her and Tifa have been over exerting themselves all week. It's just common sense that they're acting weird." He reasoned, closing his eyes again.

As if on cue, the silver haired female came slowly down the stairs, perking her head up at her name. "What? I heard my name." she said, stopping at the end of the stairs, glaring at the three in the living room. As an instant reaction, Yuffie pointed at Squall and Cloud. "Well?" Crystal hissed, awaiting an answer. Her silver hair was shiny in the dim lighting while her many black streaks remained dull, as if trying to shy away from the world. The narrowed onyx black eyes of the girl drilled holes into the three's skin. Yuffie looked away, flinching at the death glare. 'Well, Vincent, Crystal could start a killing spree with her eyes.' Yuffie sarcastically came up with in her mind.

"We were talking about Cloud's relative, Crystaline, also nicknamed Crystal." Leon lied, glancing up at Crystal, obviously hoping she'd buy the ticket.