A/N: I needed to write it. I just did. Once the idea formed in my head I couldn't resist. XD
13-year-old Yumi Jirou sighed and brushed back her flaming-red hair. She was getting hungry, and her mom still wasn't home. It was times like these where she wished she could actually cook something without burning the food or setting something on fire.
Curse her cooking skills.
She decided, to relieve her boredom; she would look through some old albums. That usually helped. She walked over to the shelf where her mom kept her photo albums and took out a dusty one with a slightly worn-out cover. As she flipped through the pictures, looking at the different pictures of her Mom together with her aunts and uncles; Kairi, Sora, Riku...a thought; a question popped up in her mind.
Her mom had never talked to her about her father. Every time she had tried to bring the topic up, she would either stop talking or change the subject altogether.
So who exactly is my father?
xXx
Axel entered his house, groaning slightly from exhaustion. Ever since the Organization pretty much fell apart around 13 years ago, he had tried rebuilding his life in a peaceful little street in Hollow Bastion. Since Sora and the others thought he was pretty much dead; it wasn't that hard.
Barely anybody in Hollow Bastion had heard of him, or of the Organization. That had made living here a lot easier than he had expected. He didn't even bother giving out a fake name. No one in town had suspected him of being part of some mysterious group where they all used to wear black cloaks. No one suspected him of being a Nobody(he doubted they even knew what that was.) But hey, he wasn't complaining. He liked it that way.
He sat down on an armchair, breathing a sigh of relief as he realized it was the weekend. No need to go to the office for two days; whoop-de-flipping-do. That was one thing he missed about being in the Organization; the fact that he had to work everyday. And it wasn't exciting missions that required most of his skills. Just stupid jobs of signing papers and making stupid calculations and phone calls and other shit. Why was that so important?!
Checking the time, he decided to take a short nap before he actually started cooking for himself. Yet another disadvantage of living like a normal person; the fact that he had to cook for himself every single day. On the other hand; he had stopped burning every piece of food he tried to cook; but he did miss the days when some one else would cook something more edible.
He sighed and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep, ignoring the sudden ringing of a phone in the background.
Goddamnit you stupid phone, let me sleep.
xXx
Yumi had practically flipped through every album, but still nothing. No clue as to who her father could be. For a few minutes; she had considered Roxas, but that wouldn't explain her hair...or her ability to control fire so well.
There has to be something. Anything. Some sort of clue as to who her father could be. After all, she couldn't have NO father; that wouldn't make any sense.
She opened the drawer in front of her and searched through it, browsing for some kind of clue, and address...anything. Sadly, all that was in that drawer were some photographs and other papers that didn't really help.
Where could she find information about her Dad...
Duh! My birth certificate!
She rushed to the file cabinet they had in one corner of the Study; and opened the drawer that had all her files; and took out the one piece of paper she herself had never looked at, for some strange reason.
Yumi Jirou; born 27th of April; 1995
Father; Axel Xida...
Axel Xida. That was the name of the Father who she hadn't seen in roughly 13 years. She wondered if he even knew she existed...if he didn't, boy, would he get the shock of his life when a Thirteen-year old girl knocks on his door and announces that she's his daughter.
That would be a pleasant scene...
She shrugged and went to the table that had their phone on it, and grabbed the thick yellow-paged book beside it, flipping it straight to the pages where all the last names started with an X.
Axel....Axel....there we go!
She took a sheet of paper from the notepad on the table and started to scribble the address.
#143, Ramis Road, Inner Village, Hollow Bastion
"Hollow Bastion..." She thought about how big the distance was between Destiny Islands and Hollow Bastion; and it was kind of far...then the idea popped into her head, and she grabbed the phone and dialled a number.
"Hello...um. Hey Uncle Sora..."
"Yumi, stop calling me 'uncle!'"
"Right, sorry...anyway. I was thinking...could I...borrow the Gummi Ship for a few...days...weeks, maybe?"
"Sure thi-wait a minute; what are you gonna do with it...?"
"Um...I need to...um. Research...on Hollow Bastion."
"Oh..."
A long, awkward silence followed that.
"Okay then! Just come by here and then you can go to Hollow Bastion. You know the way right?"
"Yeah."
"Then come over whenever." he said cheerfully before he put down the phone.
Yumi put down the phone, still amazed at how easy that was.
She went to her room and quickly started packing(if you could call viciously stuffing things in a big bag "packing") before she went out of the house, leaving a note for her Mom. She'd understand.
xXx
Axel opened his eyes and looked up at the clock; deciding now was a good time to cook dinner. He stood up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a pack of ramen noodles and put a pot of water over the stove which was already on.
He opened the pack and waited poured the boiling water into the bowl. He sat down and waited for it to "cook."
A knock on his door came, echoing around the quiet house.
Who the hell...?
He stood up and went to the door, opened it and raised an eyebrow.
"Who are you, kid?"
xXx Around an Hour Ago xXx
Yumi was currently making her way through the space with the Gummi Ship, struggling not to crash into the things floating in space. That wouldn't be very nice...
After around half an hour of trying to dodge asteroids coming right at her, she finally saw the distant shapes of what seemed to be(and she hoped) was Hollow Bastion. She steadied in and readied, trying to figure out how to park. She fiddled with the stick until she felt the ship suddenly go down going scarily fast before steadily slowing down, low enough to find a place to park.
She thought about it and decided to park behind a building that looked fairly abandoned, before coming out of the ship, feeling sick from controlling it. She hoped she wouldn't puke...oh God no...
She took out the piece of paper where she had written the address, looking up to see she was already on Ramis Street. How convenient. She started walking past house with a small, brass 135 on it.
Here it is...143...
Should she knock? Or...there wasn't any doorbell, so she guessed...oh God, here goes nothing... She knocked three times on the gray door.
Awkward waiting for around a minute, just standing in front of the door, feeling pretty stupid. She knocked two more times before the door opened. She looked up at the tall man who had come out, who had spiky flaming red hair, teal-colored-eyes and two black dots on his cheeks. She...she just knew that it was him.
"Who are you, kid?"
She didn't hear the question right. She reached out and hugged him tightly. "Daddy."
"What?! Hey, let go! Seriously, who the hell are you?!"
She was pushed roughly away, leaving her looking up at him nervously.
"Who are you?"
"I'm-" Before she could say the words; 'your daughter,' the sickness came back to her. She suddenly felt dizzy as she stood there, and before she knew it-she had vomited on the floor, on his shoes.
"What the-hey! Kid, this isn't funny! Stop puking on me, God damn it!"
A/N: Fairly short chapter. I might continue if I get enough feedback. :))