New story. I feel emo and DON'T feel like talking. Just read.

Disclaimer: Do I really have to repeat the fact that I do NOT own Kingdom Hearts? (then again, that is a reason for my emonositty today)

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"WHY MUST I SUFFER SO???" Yelled brown-haired and blue-eyed 15-year-old from the feathery depths of her queen bed. She was now trying to beat a certain Melodious Nocturne in a certain game. Not that she hated the poor sap, actually she was nuts for him, one reason being his abilities, in which now she couldn't beat his loyal water clones with in the limited time. Oh, must I note that she took advantage of her parents and got high off of record-less numbers of lemonade?

"WHY? WHY? WHYYY??" Yelled the girl repeatedly, only to be heard by the empty silence of her home. Maybe if the said teen was normal, the cat sitting on her lap would be deaf from its mistresses screams. Then again it was already used to it, and made sure the teen put earplugs into its ears before playing her favorite game series: Kingdom Hearts.

"Why?! Why!? Why…?" Asked the girl again. No matter how many times she tried she couldn't beat the RockStar, and the only way she even knew what she was supposed to do was because her friend had show her and played out the whole game in front of her eyes. Still…

"BUT WHY FREAK CAN I NEVER BEAT HIM?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" She yelled again, but this time the scream finally reached the cat. Leapt of the bed, hissed, and walked into the dark hallway of the Hinta mansion (is it just me or do all of my fics involve mansions, castles or estates?).

The poor, game defeated teen decided to stroll down to the kitchen for a 2:46 A.M. daily snack. So she switched of the TV and the PS2 and the room's main light, leaving only her bedside lamp on.

To tell the truth, due to her parents constant work-related absence, playing Kingdom Hearts, watching anime, listening to random music and having no meals but hourly snacks, had become a quite enjoyable habit of Sami's.

There was a catch, however.

Sami was always alone at home.

Her said parents had recently won 50,000,000 buckorunies by a lucky chance with a lottery ticked. Immediately after, Sami Hinta's life changed.

Her parents could now afford to move from an apartment into a mansion estate, where her parents where finally able to get a decent job, that was ironically run by greedy, stuck up adults.

If anything, Sami's life only improved.

Yet she hated it like the taste of orange juice right after brushed teeth.

She HATED it.

She might have moved into more suiting conditions, but it still made her tick. The conditions where suitable ONLY for anti-social adults and nerds. Sami was different. She was all about social life, and the boarding school she was forced to go to had strict anti-social life policy. Or really, anti any-life-at-all-policy.

You see, not only did Sami lose her parents to their new work, but was also 'relieved' of her closest friends. Then again, which millionaire family counted cramped-city folk 'friends' (seriously, no offense. I actually have many friends, all from different places and different life styles.)

So now you know why you must pity Sami…

SO PITY SAMI!!!!!!!

Ahem…

Moving … —I SAID PITY SAMI NOT LAUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Right oh.

Sami strolled down the luxurious hallways down to the kitchen in sad thought. She just couldn't stop thinking. She called her feelings 'fangirlism', or when a girl (usually) becomes obsessed (usually) with a character from a) books b) shows c) video games, but mostly (usually) all 3.

Sami sighed as she reached the spacious kitchen, that really was ever occupied only by herself and her said cat, Blue.

Ironically, the cat's favorite color was pink.

Blue was now feasting on some Meow Mix MEOW MEOW MEOW KUPO MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW KUPO MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW. (sing it like a song people!! ahem some Meow Mix and milk. Hey, even cats need midnight snacks!

The brunette teen walked over to the 6 door fridge that took up a whole wall by the way, and began to rummage through the contents of each section. She pulled out a bowl of crab salad, Iced Tea, Pink Lemonade Ice Cream (IT DOES EXIST PEOPLE, IT DOES!!!) and a ham sandwich. Now the girl was satisfied with her finds.

She started for the door, when her 'abnormality' told her to stay in the kitchen. As usual, she followed instruction. Hey, her sense was never ever ever ever ever ever (getting tired here, so just get my point) ever ever ever EVER wrong, so what are the chances of it being wrong this time? Actually, the best thing she could have done, is run into the connected living room and hide out there……………Or would it?

She silently sat her food down on the island table and moved towards the exit into the hall way.

She could hear voices. Mumbling whispers.

"Conspiracy." Sami thought. "Finally, the newbie millionaire family gets invaded due to lack of body guards. Great."

She moved about stealthily. Months of orienteering in the dark and trying to scare your own cat, can teach you a lot about stealth. And the occasional position of squeaky floor boards.

The girl decided it was time for a weapon. She looked around, twisting her thin body instead of actually moving her feet. Knives? No. Forks? No. A Spoon? No, too painful and she didn't want to kill the intruders. A metal pot? No, that would require the use of a deadly spoon. Wooden or not, still a spoon. Aha! A pan will be a good weapon AND shield (seriously people, you have no clue how lethal they are, they almost reach the lethality of my hugs 3). The teen's mouth curved into a thin smirky smile as she headed out the door. Blue, becoming interested in the intended use of the pan, ran up to the girls side and purred around her leg. The girl let out a sigh of surprise/pity and told it to stay back and quite.

She now headed out into the hall way.

The girl knew that one day this household would be attacked by 'fellow' millionaires or workers from her parents' work. But she always hoped for the later 'one day' date.

Even so, she knew that unless the intruders where dumb enough to use flash lights, she would have the advantage. Sami, you see, didn't turn on the lights, and the only light was emitted by either electric objects, such as the DVD players, Blue's cat eyes, and the faint glow of a bed side light from Sami's room. Now that you mention it, the voices where coming from the direction too.

For a moment, Sami was about to go back and put her weapon away, deciding that the voices were probably from the video game. She sighed and turned around, only to whip around and stare back up the stairs in the direction of her room. This time a definitely decipherable phrase reached her ears.

"I'm telling you number 2, she definitely went down stairs!" Exclaimed one of the intruders. Sami pondered this statement. She played Kingdom Hearts and seen enough cut scenes to know that such line was never said by ANYONE (notice she does not say 'ANYBODY').

The voice sounded familiar somehow, but even if she did know the intruders, they did not belong inside her home…………particularly at this hour.

Sami tightened the grip on the rubber covered metal handle. She looked around, hoping that Blue had heard the intruders and hid, or at least closed her eyes. To her relief Blue did either of the two, or made her own option. Sami slowly crept up the carpet covered stairs, and immediately became thank full that she had chosen to go downstairs bare footed before. Her feet made no sound, but the girls apprehensiveness (loooong word there) made her feet sweat uncomfortably.

Sami still proceeded up the stair case, raising the pan to be ready to strike at any moment.

Suddenly she froze. The intruders were moving away from her room and towards the stairs. Towards HER! Taking martial arts classes, she knew that even if there was a fight, and even if the stairs were bad for fighting even for the intruders, she still help stronger fighting on flat ground. Not to mention there was more space to move about.

But for her to get a chance at upper hand, she had to get up the stairs before anyone came down.

She moved her foot, but the unexpected happened.

Her sweaty foot 'squeaked' as it rubbed against the rug.

"What was that?" Asked an almost panic-stricken man.

"The girl. She probably heard us. Now c'mon!" Said another men as loud foot steps hurried over to the staircase in the dark.

Half of Sami wanted to turn and run, and the other half just wanted to jump off the staircase to save some time. Neither won. Sami knew that if she went down, Blue might get in the way.

Dang cat and its over-protective problems.

Sami tore up the stairs, deciding to meet these people head on.

She was at the top and ready, when one of the men saw her figure in the dark and yelled.

"There she is!!" He said in a squeaking voice, as if a fan girl just spotted the one she was fangirlizing. The other men started towards her. This startled Sami, since she only heard 2 different people.

Still, 2 people or not, both were met by a whack in the head with the pan and a knee in the gut. The two attackers howled in pain as they moved aside, trying to clutch their stomachs AND their heads. And failing miserably.

They slowly began to stand up, clutching the walls for support. She knew that she could have hit them harder, but she didn't like blood………nor to-be-mentally-unstable victims, who ever they might be.

She gulped. The light emitting from her room behind them only added to the darkness that obscured their features. Suddenly, she had a nasty urge to start begging and pleading on her knees. But she didn't know who they are, and what if they found Blue? The poor cat, kitten actually might die. Sami was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts as the man to her right lunged at her.

He had a hood on, but his actions suggested that he was restraining himself from moving to more violent measures to take her out. She wacked him with the pan again, becoming prouder and prouder of the weapon she had chosen. The man to her left lunged again too, but grabbed her ankles as he fell to the floor after being hit with the pan.

There was no way that Sami was going to drop her weapon, so she proceeded to kick the man, trying to pry him off. The third man finally joined the fray and lunged at her, and for a brief second, the light in her room illuminated half the face of the attacker. Blue hair, yellow eyes and a cross shaped scar.

"Sa…Saix?" gulped Sami, making the mistake of stopping kicking the man. The two immediately tripped her.

But they couldn't keep any of their balanced. They were still to close to the stair case. The three fell backwards, tripping over the first step down and proceeding, leaving the third intruder to yell after them. Sami screamed, as her head started to connect with multiple steps, and falling at an angle, caused her to slam into the railing at the bottom of the ride.

The two men lay on top of her as she tried to keep her self sane and conscious. Did she just see Saix? Was it an illusion from playing to much Kingdom Hearts? No, she definitely saw him. So what was going on?

And as these questions fought back to let her finally faint, Sami felt a warm ball of fur climb under her sweatshirt and position it self protectively over her heart.

"Smart Blue," Whispered Sami with her last strength, "Never leave your master's side."

And then she was out like a light bulb.

…A scared, broken, and apprehensive light bulb.