OK, peoples, this is the first chapter of my up-and coming… thing!... that will stun you to.. coughs hospital… poor Bert, my reviewer person thingy, so young mourns over her imaginary friend Anyhoo, I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the characters or any of that craeep.

Chapter 1.

Watching the view out her bedroom window, which just happened to be sailing along (she lived on a house-boat) Ivy could see the most beautiful sunset, casting a pinky orange hue over the few clouds shrouding the Sun. As the boat approached a small group of islands, two in all, one seemingly deserted, the other housing a few small huts, she heard her brother, Farrouh, call:

"Land ahoy!" He ran below deck, thinking that Ivy wouldn't have heard him, and knocked on the door "Can I come in?" he asked, suddenly shy.

"Yeah" Ivy mumbled, distantly. Farrouh didn't hear her, but strolled in casually anyway. Farrouh was 2 years older than Ivy, who was 15. Ivy completely ignored her 17 year-old brother for a few seconds, still gazing at the horizon. Farrouh, all too used to this kind of treatment, his Father was sometimes the same, just stood and breathed in the scent of Ivy's small room. 'It must be her perfume', he thought to himself. It smelled of flowers, of roses and lavender and lilacs. 'Kind of like Moms. It could even be. She used to make it herself; she could have taught Ivy how to make it before…' Farrouh hesitated. Ivy stirred, sensing something wrong with her brother.

"What's up?" she asked, a frown creasing her forehead.

"Oh, nothing, just thinking." Farrouh replied.

"Mum?" Ivy asked, simply, knowing instantly. Farrouh never thought. Their Mother had died from a freak accident while performing, five years ago, but to Ivy and Farrouh, it seemed like just yesterday. It even affected Cid, their Father, who didn't usually show his emotions all too well. It seemed to plague them all, an imaginary cloud constantly following them, hunting them down and casting a shadow over them – always.

"Yes." Farrouh sighed, looking at the ground. "She would have loved this place. I can't stop thinking about her." Ivy said nothing, she found it too painful. She felt tears prick her eyes, and quickly twisted her torso around, to face the window yet again. Farrouh knew why she had so quickly turned away. He walked slowly up to his cowering younger sister, and put his hand on her shoulder, an unusual show of affection. Ivy said nothing, but grunted to show her approval. It wasn't an awkward silence that followed, but Farrouh felt odd. Ivy and he had never gotten along since their Mother had died; one had never even been able to start a sentence without the other making a verbal attack. Farrouh liked this, though, stroking Ivy's auburn hair, as if he really was her big brother, comforting her. He looked at her freckles; he had thought they had faded away years ago. They had definitely faded a little, but they were still there. He took a good look at her while he still had a chance. 'Eyes just like Mum,' he thought to himself, as he peeked at her eyes, trying not to let her see. Ivy knew he was staring at her, trying to take in everything about her while he still could. She wished it could be like this more, them being proper brother and sister, him gazing into her calm, sea-blue eyes, trying to suss her thoughts out.

Ivy and Farrouh stayed like this for as long as would be allowed, which was until a disgruntled Cid called to them both:

"Get y'er butts up here now! Everyone else's already docked their boats!" Startled, Farrouh and Ivy jumped about a mile in the air, turned to each other and gave a short giggle at themselves, and, Ivy getting up, and Farrouh helping her, they sprinted out the door. Just before they got to the stairs, though, Farrouh stopped Ivy, and told her what he had originally gone all that way out of his room to tell her.

"Ivy" he said, seemingly himself once again.

"Yep?"

"Can you remember the last place we were touring?"

"Of course I can, baka"

"Well, you know this time, no offence, but can you try not to mess it up for us by being, well, you, to the locals? 'Cause last time you scared away all the girls." Ivy almost choked. She was outraged. She felt herself going red,

"Is that all you think about?" then she stopped, and putting on her sarcastic face said, "Oh yes, that and how to make your sister feel worst!" she kicked him in the shin, and fled.

On deck, they all helped Cid to steer the narrow boat into the small harbour, Farrouh wisely avoiding Ivy. They pulled up slowly, and Ivy jumped off, narrowly missing the water. 'Why does he have to be such a jerk?' she thought to herself, furiously. She kicked up some sand, and a few pebbles, pretending they were his head, and decided to go exploring.