I'm terribly, indeedly sorry Dx (Indeedly is not a word, yes, but I shall use it)

I know, I'm horrible ._. … But, since I have finally got the first and second NEW chapters, Im actually fairly proud. I ACTUALLY did it -sniff-

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I didn't know what his smile meant. I didn't know what that urgency in his voice was. I don't know why I even listened to the him in the first place... Why hadn't I seen any of these actions as 'bad' or, maybe, 'illegal'? Maybe I really am just that ditzy...

"Sora! Please, slow down!" Cloud wheezed, the leather from his boots squelching as he ran with me down the sidewalk. "You aren't in trouble, I-I just wanna talk with you!"

My eyebrows pulled together and a disapproving frown made its way on my face. It felt strange to have such a mopey expression, to have such a strong sting at the corners of my eyes, but I couldn't help it. I was just so morbidly... Terrified. My chest felt heavy and my lungs cold, throat raw and sore, perspiration at the back of my neck and at the palms of my hands. My ankles ached, the Vans I sported weren't the best for running. My bangs whacked my vision and I could fairly see the end of the sidewalk drawing near. There was a sharp right turn and two crosswalks to the front and left. I thought, for a moment, that id surely go right and possibly get out of Cloud's vision. But, my feet didn't listen. My mind whirled and I thought, "Almost there!" as I headed straight into the crosswalk.

"Sora!" Cloud yelled, a hardness to his voice that screamed worry. I smiled a little bit, as if I had already won. I never noticed the car that had pulled up so abruptly, and it never registered in my mind that I had been jerked back by my hoodie. I did, though, know my air was cut off. I couldn't breath... My head hit the pavement, and I swear I saw stars.

Wait... Why can't I breath, again...?

Pressure was added to my chest and my shoulders' muscles were pulled back. Ahhg, that hurt..."Sora." A familiar, gruff voiced called. "Sora, you're awake." It wasn't a question, and seemed as if that voice had no emotion to it whatsoever. And, being in the state as I was, I couldn't bring myself to see clearly. Couldn't even guess what situation I was in, or where I was anymore.

Ah, fuck... It's not usually in my nature to cuss, but god, damn! My head hurts like... Like... Well, h-

"Hey, little brother." There, right in that moment, I shivered. My eyes opened immediately, the blue hues of my room and the bright light of my desk-sitting lamp made me cringe. Where was that door of mine, again...? I hissed mentally, turning my pained neck slowly. An older, taller, paler version of me was leaning against my door frame, looking as smug and proud as ever. "Vanitas?" Gosh, my voice sounded terrible too... His eyebrow arched and a cruel little smile formed on his lips. "No, Bugs Bunny, I'm the Tooth Fairy." My head swam a little while I tried to get up, ignoring his snide reply. I looked around my room, which was relatively small in comparison to the other rooms in our house. But, eh, I'm the youngest so it'd make sense, right? Yeah, being the youngest sucks- majorly, in fact.

My bed was a Queen Size, taking up most of the walkable space. The head of my bed was pressed against the wall, as was the left side. The door was probably about four feet away, and to the right of my blue-sheet covered bed was a night stand, hence the fish-theme lamp. A blue dresser sat, pushed against the upper left corner, and to the right of it was a mahogany colored desk that had schoolwork and a neat-looking black laptop on it. My flooring was nice, warm oak-wood paneling, and I had put down an oval, white rug not too long ago...

"You hit your head pretty hard, you know." Vanitas stirred up conversation, leaning away from the door frame and walking towards my bed. He sat down near my feet, patting my knee with what seemed to be comfort. His smile faded a little, as if in thought, and his goldenrod eyes sparkled. "You could'a cracked your head open." I snorted at that and pulled my legs towards my chest, which I could do easily. I was flexible, y'know?

I looked at him skeptically, finally, and cleared my throat. "You sound a bit sad. Wanna get rid of your brother, I see?" My twin chuckled, as if surprised. He leaned in a little bit, another smirk forming onto those goddamn lips, "Of course not. I want you to be as safe as possible." I only stared at him, for what seemed like minutes. It was probably only a couple seconds, though, but my mind whirred again. Why did I hit my head? Where did I hit my head? Jeesh, why was my body so sore...

"Sora," a strong voice called, followed by the squeaky sound of boots on wood. I looked towards my open door again, there standing both Cloud and, well, Leon. He had that tough glare on his face, arms crossed, a defensive stance overall. Cloud, on the other hand, looked worried and a bit more edgy. I looked back to Vanitas, who looked like he was trying to hold back another grin.

"Sora." Leon murmured again, stepping a little more into my room. "Do you know why Cloud is here?" I knew he wanted to say "Why I am here", too, but he didn't. Probably because he lived there, so his being here wasn't that out of the ordinary.

I tried to find my voice, head lowering and gaze falling to my lap-laying hands. "I... Don't know." I breathed in a shaky breath, the dry air scratching against my throat and causing me to swallow dryly. I probably looked guilty right now, because Cloud shifted to his other leg while leaning, never taking his eyes away from my face. Leon, though, had not looked into my eyes yet- not once.

The only blonde in the room, Cloud, finally spoke up. "Sora, it's okay, you're not going anywhere right now. We just need you to-to tell us what happened." I glared at my hands, now clenched together, and wouldn't look up. The air was heavy with impatience.

"Look." Leon ground out, glaring at my bowed head, "You don't have a choice, whether you tell us or not, because we have proof." I looked up at the man, who seemed proud over his power for being Vanitas and I's father, and a head cheif in police. Cloud glared at Leon, though, and put a strong, gloved hand on his shoulder. His gaze turned back to me and he spoke softly, "What he means, Sora, is that, all we need from you are a couple short, simple sentences of what happened last night. No big deal, hm?" The brunette man turned to Cloud with a defiant glare, which the blonde easily returned.

"He's my son, I can handle it, Cloud." He put emphasis on the others' name to get the point across, most likely. The blonde huffed, "Well, you're not doing it very nicely."

"Nice? You want me to be nice?" Leon almost laughed, turning his attention back to me. "This boy has caused too much trouble, now. There is no need to be nice."

Fed up with all the small talk, Vanitas lifted himself up with a groan. "If you guys are going to quearrel, I guess i'll have to tell him." He faced me with a glare, looking as if it would be permanent on his pale face. "Sora, you're going to be taken to court for attempting rape, stealing drugs, possibly doing the drugs, and running away from an officer." He nodded his head towards Cloud, who looked a little miffed by Vanitas's blunt explanation.

My eyes widened. "That's... Impossible." I looked at the three, a little miffed and confused myself. "You don't really think tha-that I could..." I swallowed hard, searching for any memory before waking up five minutes prior from now, and honestly found my mind blank. Leon sighed heavily and, just as he was about to walk out with Cloud in tow, he murmured, "We're going tomorrow at 2:30. You are not aloud to leave this house until then. Don't even think about it, don't plan any escape. Vanitas is right down the hall, and your window will be locked." I looked up at said window, which was a little ways above where the head of my bed was. It wasn't too large or too small, but I have been able to slide out of it once or twice. We had a tree just outside this window, and since I worked hard in my high school PE class, I gained enough muscle to lift my own wight around without two much strain.

The two had left down the hall, then the stairs. Vanitas got up with that queer, suspicious smirk of his. His hand fell on the knob of my door, body turned slightly and neck turned a bit so he could see me.

Just before he left, I could hear his laughter build up as he cooed, "Guess where you're headed, Jail Bait?"

Was it good enough ; _ ;? Did I finally do a good job?

Because I really don't know. I'm proud, at least, that I got the NEW AND IMPROVED chapter out :D I would really, really, honestly appreciate all of your comments. -heeeaaart- They make me feel happy :D And! If there is anything wrong with this first, newly improved chapter, please be sure to run it be me :3

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