SO SORRY FOR THE HORRIBLE LATENESS! I could not for the life of me log into this account. And the fact I kept hurting myself unintentionally..... ffff- Anyway I'll be waiting to be skinned alive for the shortness of this. And I know I constantly switch point of views. I'm sorry for that.

And thank you for the past reviews. I 'm still newb to all of this and just want to thank you all who reviewed. Hugs to all of you!

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I own nothing and am still not making any money off of this..... I need to get me a job.

Credit for doctors first name and accent goes to shipet100 and for last name my friend mike.

The sky seemed to mock Hayner on his walk home. Calm and serene just described how the sun set each individual cloud aglow in the evening sky. Fabulous yellows and intoxicating pinks made the sky resemble a blushing virgin's cheeks for how pure it looked. The sun gave everything a bronze tint as if he were wearing glasses with special colored lenses.

It did nothing for the young blond's eyes though. Didn't ignite the usual spark of life that made him crave a struggle match or a sea-salt ice cream getaway at the clock tower. All he saw was faded mute colors, dim and gray along with a dieing sun where only the moon could smear it's ashes into the oncoming night sky.

It was an internal battle between Hayner's heart and his mind. His heart said he should cry, that he should mourn about his father and be thankful he still had his mother even though he had received no news from the doctors yet on her condition. His mind however said he should go back to the Sandlot and beat that ass-hat black and blue. The nerve of him to mention his mother.

'Wait..... nobody knows except me.' An internal light bulb had just clicked on in Hayner's pretty little head.

"I've gotta find my friends!" And with that he dashed what little way he had left on his walk home and reached his front door of his house in a matter of five minutes. It was located at the back of one of the few cul-de-sacs in Twilight Town. And one of the only cul-de-sacs, next to a few streets here and there, that didn't have any type of street light for the dark nights. Figures right? See some street lights were going to be installed, but the workers began to get greedy. Needless to say they were fired and it was tough to higher replacements who didn't get lost so easy and had a handle on directions.

Keeping hold of the kitten who woke up from a light doze from it's earlier activities, Hayner swiftly took his house keys out of his right back pocket and unlocked the mahogany door that led into the living room. Stale air greeted him when he walked through the door. The kitten jumped out of his arms and ran off to find a more comfortable sleeping place, the earthy toned throw rug next to the fire place that's never lit anymore, its current bed. Closing the door behind him, Hayner tossed his keys onto the coffee table between the loveseat and the couch. Walking to his right, into the kitchen, he checked the counter answering machine to see if there had been any calls while he was out. No such luck. The big red zero seemed to be permanent now these days.

Looking to the clock on the far left wall, the young blond read it to be six seventeen. He had been gone longer then he thought he would be. Grabbing the portable house phone off the counter, the young blond put in the number to his best friend's cell. Of all the friends he wanted to speak to or see right now it would definitely be Roxas. After four rings, the voice mail picked up.

"Hey Rox, it's me Hayner. I'm sorry I hadn't really spoken to you at all this past week, just something totally horrible happened. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up with me at the Usual spot later so I can tell you about it. Call me back when you get this,.... Bye." Pressing the off button, he sighed and thought about calling Pence or Ollete. But knowing there schedule's they'd both be in the middle of dinner right now and interrupting them wouldn't be the smartest thing to do. He learned that the hard way and is still trying to block out that event.

Suddenly the phone in his hand started ringing bringing Hayner out of his thoughts. Without looking at the caller ID he quickly answered it hoping it was from his best friend, but instead got someone he had been expecting to hear from for a week.

"Hello. This is Doctor Halie Sanders. I have been in charge of the care your mother has received for the past week. Your mother has just woken up from her mild coma and requested your presence immediately after a few minutes of regaining consciousness. Do you think you are able to show up tonight?"

His heart raced in his chest as he thought over the words the doctor had told him. 'Woken up. She's awake. SHE'S AWAKE!?'

"Yes! I-I'll be over right away!"

Hanging up the phone and tossing it on the table, the young blond dashed into the living room and made a bee line for the front door. Grabbing his keys, he didn't even stop to think about grabbing his skateboard. When Hayner locked the door he managed to get his key jammed in the lock for a few seconds. "GOD DAMMIT!"

After a few wiggles and a desperate attempt at unlocking and locking the door again, his key slid out of the lock as if it was never stuck in the first place. Heaving a dramatic sigh, the young blond ran with all his might down to the Twilight Hospital located at the other side of the town.

He apprehensively approached the nearly mummified figure, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. Was this person really his mother? The strong woman that had been a constant source of love, support and strength all his life really be lying here on the hospital bed, covered in bandages and hooked up to machines? And unconscious?! It pained Hayner to see his mother like this, it really did.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Fifteen long minutes went by, but to him it felt much longer.

'I thought they said she was awake? Well no matter...... Mom, I can at least see you.'

The respirators were constantly working their magic forcing air into the woman's uncooperative lungs. In. Out. In. Out. Continuous and reassuring. Spotting a chair in the corner and dragging it to the side of the bed, Hayner waited with baited breath for any sign from his mother of consciousness or any doctor who dared to enter the room.

Unfortunately it was the latter that broke his mindless concentration on willing his mother awake and swiftly turned to face the intruder.

A woman who seemed to be in her early thirties with black hair pulled into a tight bun swiftly motioned for him to step out of the room with her. He did as he was silently asked and was now standing in front of the woman, nerves made their presence known. A clipboard appeared mysteriously in the woman's hand and as soon as he was going to voice his apparent confusion and frustration she began to speak.

With a twang of an accent he couldn't place(later he found out it was Chinese from the Land of the Dragons), the words and their meaning she told him hit him full force with their meaning.

"Hello, Hayner. I am Dr. Sanders. Your mother proceeded to have hemorrhaging in the brain while you were on your way here. As you have already seen she is now no longer responsive and it is predicted that with the severity of her injuries, both old and new, she will have a 23 percent chance of surviving."

All the breath Hayner had swiftly left him and he leaned against the wall as his knees started to evolve into jelly. Dr. Sanders continued on without noticing or did not let the sight of his actions affect what she was about to say next.

"With the way your mother is progressing if she survives this you will have to care for her as she will be unable to function properly both mentally and physically. It would put a strain on you and the rest of your family members." She was interrupted by a young man shoving a piece of paper in her face. She quickly read over it's contents and took a deep breath. Hayner guessed it wouldn't be good news.

" It has just been found out that your mother is already to far gone. You will have to make the decision to pull the plug early or allow her to die when the body fails. You have two hours."

Hayner slide to the floor at an awkward angle. "I'm sorry." And with that, Dr. Sanders left to go about her business and left through a pair of automatic doors for medical personnel only.

Everything in the young blonds world came crashing down. Tears streamed down his eyes in never ending rivers but not a sob escaped him. Thoughts were crashing in his head like a tsunami and it took all the he had to stand up and stand in the doorway of his mother's hospital room. Minutes passed until he remembered to breath and he turned around in search of Dr. Sanders. It was obvious what needed to be done, and be done quickly. He approached the front desk and spoke in a broken voice to see Dr. Sanders. Minutes went by until he noticed her approach and said his answer before she had a chance to speak.

"Do it. Pull the plug."

With a nod, Dr. Sanders turned to leave but stopped suddenly asking if he would want to be present during the procedure. Hayner shook his head no and left at the same time the doctor did. He walked past the main front doors of the hospital in a numb fog. He realized as he made his way through the town that in between the twenty minutes he had been walking, he became an orphan. Of course being an orphan didn't matter because he was legally old enough to be on his own, but the mental impact of the two people who raised him and loved him being dead in a weeks time was enough to put anyone in the state of mind he was in.

Hayner didn't even notice when he bumped into something and that something threw unending insults left and right about his intelligence and whatever else at him. Glancing up with his watery red eyes he met those of electric blue and already knew who it was. The cold intense glare in those blue eyes turned to concern and weariness and the state he was in. It was obvious something was wrong and the brain behind those eyes kicked in to high gear.

The question the bully was about to throw in the young blond's direction died in his throat when a pathetic quiet murmur of sorry was uttered and Hayner walked away with his best impression of a zombie Seifer had ever seen. Seifer debated on whether to follow and beat the information out of the chickenwuss but caught movement in the corner of his eye.

Roxas was currently dragging a box full of junk into an alley he was sure no one would look into. Confident he had done a good job in hiding his old stuff, and therefore effectively throwing it away, he turned around to leave the alleyway...... Only to come face to face with a quizzical and pissed off looking blond bully by the name of Seifer.

'Shit'

"What are you doing?"

"Uhm,...... throwing some old stuff out. Why? Didn't know you needed some donations."

That earned him a good punch in the stomach from the older blond, one that he accepted without complaint because of his guilt over what he had done, is currently doing, and what he will do in the very near future.

"What did you do to chickenwuss? Answer me truthfully or else you'll get that nose job you severely need."

Roxas's heart nearly jumped out of his throat. Had Seifer seen what happened that night? No.... He couldn't have...

"What makes you think I did something huh?! He's always pissed about something you did!"

Seifer was obviously unconvinced with spiky's answer because another blow landed upon the smaller's frame.

"I didn't do anything!" Another blow, right in the same spot as the previous two was given to Roxas.

Roxas dry heaved and a little spittle fell over his chin. He looked into Seifer's eyes but was unable to hold the the contact of the intense glare and swiftly looked away. The blond bully didn't miss the immense guilt that plagued those eyes that were a deeper ocean blue than his own, so he knew Roxas had something to do with what put the chickenwuss in the state he was in. It didn't bode well for future struggle fights and that just would not do. It got boring always fighting with Rai and Fuu never wanted to participate. Lamer was always unpredictable and that brought life back into the sport.

After a few minutes he allowed Roxas to scamper away and lick his wounds. After checking spiky lamer number two was out of sight he made his way to the box that was purposely hidden and made to be overlooked by people who roamed the streets. Carefully and curiously he opened the flaps, the sound of cardboard sifting and moving filling the otherwise silence of the alleyway.

"Well well. What do we have here?" Seifer sifted through the contents of the box and pulled out a rather peculiar item of clothing. It was camouflaged and seemed to have been worn only a few times and seemed rather familiar.

He suddenly remembered that that was a matching vest to chickenwuss's pants and it was burrowed by his lamer friend. He knew because they always switched clothing. After a few more minutes of looking through the box Seifer had confirmed these were all of Hayner's clothes Roxas had borrowed but never returned. Something fishy was going on here and he'd be damned if he didn't figure it out and fast.

The blond bully picked up the box full of clothing and started the short walk back to his house.

He then made a promise to himself and swore the next time he saw Roxas he would not let the little shit get away so easily. He would get to the bottom of this. All in due time. He will find out what's wrong with his chickenwuss, yes his chickenwuss. And when he did, all hell will break loose on whoever caused this, though the guess as to whom wasn't very hard to figure out.

'I suppose I better think of a way to return these to chickenwuss.......hm.'

He thought on his current predicament as he neared his house by the sandlot and noticed the moon shining high in the sky.

It was awing how just a few moments ago the moon was on the horizon but now flaunting it's white glow in the dark sky for all to gaze upon it. All it took was a few moments of time for everything to be changed. He hoped tomorrow would bring answers.

Yeah......... uhm. Hoped that brought you some type of closure from the horrible delay I caused. 4th will hopefully be up soon since I can now login! So...woohoo!