disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Mmhm.

cry
a o ne shot
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disposable O V E N

As I was running from my house, I began to think.

I'd spent my whole life in Florida, moving around from place to place every two years until I was about seven; we'd settled in Hudson for about eight years afterward. That was when the parents started to change.

My father would stay at home, working, while my mother was always out with friends; it was always at parties or just sitting around her friends' porch, smoking up a storm.

I barely even saw her.

Every time I did, I didn't want to.

She would always remind me, every chance she got to, that she didn't love me; I was a mistake. A huge damned mistake.

My father did nothing about it, I was told he didn't love me either.

All my mom would do other than remind me of those things is scream and start pointless arguments.

I would always run to my best friend, Sora's house.

This time, I was headed out of Florida alltogether.

I stopped walking after about seven miles, resting occasionally. I threw myself onto a bench. I pulled my legs up, and laid my head down on the end, using my backpack as a pillow.

I watched the birds circling above me and then rocketing off in a specific direction, all of them together. I placed my hands over my eyes, and then let a sob escape from my lips. I felt the tears well up beneath my eyes, and I let them slowly trail down my face, burning my freezing skin.

From first glance, you wouldn't know that I, Yuffie Kisaragi, cried on a day-by-day basis.

I was always seen with Sora, laughing loudly and always grinning.

He tended to always do that to me, though. He was the only person who could make me smile and keep it plastered on my face.

I loved it. I loved him.

The thought alone made me cry harder, sobbing loudly into the palms of my hands.

No Hudson meant no Sora.

After a few minutes, I slowly sat up, sniffling. I heard a rumbling noise come from behind me; it was a bus. As the breaks sounded, I turned and pushed myself up off of the bench. I slung my backpack over my shoulder again, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I pulled out a couple of dimes from my left pocket.

As I climbed onto the bus I slipped the dimes into the slot at the top of the box near the driver's seat.

I'd get off at the second stop.

Right at the beginning of Sora's road.

I was going home, and I was going to stay there.

x x x

home is not a b u i l d i n g ; it's a place where those who occupy it love you.

x x x

AN: An angsty Yuffie. Awr. I know it was short, it was supposed to make you sort of think. Please review. :B

-dO