Prologue

We walk

-Part 2-

It's how you deal with it...

I love my brother. Really, I do. But it's hard to love him sometimes...Mostly when his stupidity get us in a life-or-death situation. Like the one we are now. I'm starting to regret dragging him and Ventus back here. Well, no crying over spilled milk...or blood.

"Yes, brainless." I dumped my former bed onto the floor and climbed the stairs once more to get the rest. "Now go pack, we leave today."

"What?Just like that?Don't I get a memo or something?" he followed me all the way up and did not stop on his bedroom as I foolish expected. He got into my room with me and watched me collecting some boxes.

" I told you last Friday as soon as I got back from delivering Mr. Bacchus package."

"Well, I wasn't paying attention!"

"Do you ever?And how exactly that is my fault again?" I seriously wasn't in the mood for Sora's whining, and the aching pain on my back wasn't helping either...

"But why?And where to?" God, I knew that pout. This would Not end well...

"Fuck Sora, I left a note on the fridge with the details about it!How come you didn't see it?" I didn't spend much time at home due é delivery service and neither had the opportunity to sit with Sora about it, but for Christ's sake! The kid paid visits to that damn machine more times than the whole block put together and still didn't see the not written in RED over the door of a WHITE refrigerator?

"Hey, I look to what's inside of it, not out!"

"Well, now you know. We are moving to Hollow Bastion."

"Hollow Bast...You crazy?How about...you know..." He gave a quick look to the living room before looking aback at me "Won't he recognize him?"

"Don't worry, he was to young to remember him. Besides we are moving the...economic part of town. I doubt he would set foot anywhere near there."

"Agreed. But why Cloud?"

"I got a call from an old friend of mine. She's offering us a steady, fairly paying job and I can't let the chance pass. This are hard lately day and I have to keep at least some income garanteed."

Three weeks ago I received a call from someone I hadn't see, let alone talked to, in months. Tifa Lockhart, my old childhood friend. I was 14 when we left Hollow Bastion, but we kept contact. I even attended the ceremony when she got that balk-belt...

From what she told me, now she ran a growing business of delivery and needed capable hands. In a city like Hollow Bastion competence was a prime, since you could easily be substituted by cheaper and more capable hands. The whole thing worked in her Bar/Nightclub, the 7th Heaven. She had even provided us with the home and food on the bar for a friendly price. Besides, Let's be honest, who doesn't want to live in Hollow Bastion? The city was Ginormous. The size of three cities and the economic potency of our country.

"Whats so bad about Transverse Town?"

"Please, Sora. Transverse Town is dying. I know you noticed too."

It was true. If business went slower, it would walk backwards...After a minute of staring, Sora threw his arms in the air in defeat. "So be it. No point in arguing now, right?" He asked, still in the door of the room.

"Nope. So could you kindly pack your stuff? The truck will be here in less than an hour to get the furniture."

"Aye aye, cap'n. It's not like I have much..." he made a small continence and began to leave.

"Look at the bright side Sora. You can see your old friends there. Maybe even go to college!"

He looked back, staring me with an undecipherable expression and left murmuring "Joy...". Thankfully, the hard part was over. Taking Sora out of the way only left finishing packing and sign some paperwork. Oh yeah, I still had to buy Sora's end Ventus' tickets...

I had rented a truck to take all our belongings to Hollow Bastion that day. The city wasn't that far and, if it left before 3, the truck would arrive in our new home in the evening. Sora and Ventus would be going by train, while I drove Fenrir there. Ventus particularly didn't care about the whole moving thing but I knew, deep down, Sora was hating it. He would have to deal with it I gees...

"Cloud!The truck is here!" Ventus voice came booming from the lower floor.

"Fuck!" I pilled three boxes and carried all at once downstairs.

Sora was still 'folding'his clothes and punching them inside a backpack. Ventus had finished yesterday, with all already pilled his stuff near the front door.

I had been working since morning and no one had volunteered to help me. They will all pay in Christmas...

God, I wasn't even done with the packing and was already out of time...Double fuck.

The moving guys began to work as soon as I opened the door. One, probably the boss, came to me with a paper. After some taking and signing, they were moving all the objects to the truck. Sora and Ventus were waiting in the living-room with their luggage. While I entered the room Ventus unplugged the television violentely, tossing the wire on the floor.

"Hey, what gives?" Sora was startled due the sudden anger display.

"Weren't you listening? Now they want to monitor blogs? Fucking blogs! "

"Dude, calm down. It's not the Tv's fault!"

"Enough Ventus! We are leaving." I called for their attention, instantly ending the argument. Both boys stood and went getting their backpacks, Ventus murmuring profanities under his breath. I didn't like it any bather and him, but there was no use getting angry. We checked one last time if anything was left behind before going to the train station.

I made sure to put them in the train before they left. I'm not the touchy-feely kind of person, but I wouldn't see my brothers for at least 15 hours. I gave each a hug and the common 'behave' talk and watched as the train came to life. They would be fine, Ventus was responsible enough for them both.

I returned home to see it almost empty. The men where still collecting some small items and they left as soon as they were done. Now It was only me and the old building.

I took extra time pacing from room to room, reliving old memories and laughing alone. We had moved there a few weeks after mom died. I wasn't sadfor moving, but still felt bad for leaving that small crappy house. I gees it couldn't be helped. After living 7 years of one's life in a place, you can't help but to get attached. The house itself wasn't that appealing either. It was small, some places were molding and don't let me get started on the piping. Yet, it still held that sense of "Home" when looked upon.

I finally gathered my stuff and gave the house one final look, before hopping on Fenrir and leaving. I could only hope life would be better in Hollow Bastion. It had to be. We were betting too much to see it blowing on our faces...

Maybe it isn't entirely Sora's fault, though. He had no idea what he was getting himself, all of us, into. I could have taken the job myself and prevented him from screwing up, but now is too late. We can either accept their terms or have our throats slit...