"Hey, Fuu, I need you to…" Cloud's voice trailed off when he saw his sister put her finger to her lips. He raised an eyebrow and she pointed to the sleeping boy. "He must have been pretty tired," Cloud whispered.

She nodded. "I only left him for a minute or two…" She strode forward softly and lifted the jack off of him. If she noticed the bruises on his shoulders she gave no reaction to it. She probably believed his lie about the first. But then, why would his arm be all wrapped up? She shook her head, choosing to believe him for now. She unfolded the blanket and gently placed it over him.

He stirred, resettling himself on the couch. He rolled over so his back was to her. "Not now Sora…" he muttered, tugging the blanket around him.

Satisfied that he'd gone back to sleep, Fujin left, tugging Cloud with her.

"Who's Sora?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I don't know, but that's the second time he's mentioned her."

"Maybe his sister?" Cloud suggested.

Fuu shrugged, secretly hoping it wasn't his girlfriend or something. She looked down at his jacket, still in her arms. "I should hang this up…" She shook it out as she went to the closet and hung it on a hanger.

"Hey, you dropped something," Cloud said, picking it up. It was a very wrinkled envelope.

"Did I? I hadn't noticed…" She took it, feeling slightly confused, but pocketed it all the same. "So, did you need something? You were calling for me."

Cloud shook his head. "Forget it."

"Alright, I'm going to bed then," she told him. "Night." She disappeared up the stairs as her brother waved goodnight.

Fuu, however, did not go to sleep. After she'd changed into her pajamas, she sat on her bed and took out the envelope Cloud had handed to her. She didn't remember it really, but it seemed familiar. She opened it up and pulled out two worn pieces of paper. She opened the top-most one and glanced at it. It looked like a letter but she certainly hadn't written it. Unable to control her curiosity, she read.

Look, I'm sorry about everything that happened. Really, I am. It wasn't your fault, so stop blaming yourself and get your ass home already. Riku's being really hard on himself and I can't exactly say I blame him, but it's putting a lot of stress on mom and me, especially since Squall – I mean Leon – left to look for you. She's working twice as hard now and I've got a job of my own too, picking up the slack Riku's leaving. He's…well he's changed. He's been drinking a lot. I hate it but I know why he does it. He hates seeing you in his dreams. His nightmares, really, so he gets so drunk he can't remember them.

No one cares about what happened. Honestly. We just want you home. It's been six months now…where are you? Mom's getting thin – she barely eats. I can only do so much to keep our family alive…You know mom isn't paid much as it is and she really relied on Leon. But she was more worried about you than us, which is totally understandable. And did you know…at one point…we thought you'd been killed. The boy looked just like you Sora. And I don't even mean like you and I look alike. I mean identical twin look alike. I thought she'd die right in front of my eyes…

I'm not saying this to make you guilty, well…unless guilt would bring you home, which it might. But…why did you run away in the first place? I know Riku's a pain and mom can be eccentric and Leon…well…he's always had a stick up his butt but I thought I was worth something to you. I guess not. But then that's just me, right? Worthless, pathetic, useless little Roxas. Sora's twin brother. Nothing. Never even known as myself, always as someone's brother. But I don't care. I would never care again if you just came home.

But you'll never know because I don't know where to send this letter. And how can you send a letter with no one to receive it? Without an address? Maybe that's why I'm a delivery boy now, to make sure other people get the things the people they love want to send them.

I hope this finds you some day, one way or another, even if we…I…never see you again.

See you around. Hopefully.

-Roxas

Fujin carefully folded up the letter with shaking hands and gently placed it back in the envelope. She was sorry she'd read it but now she understood things a lot better. Like Sora was Roxas' twin brother, that Riku was a drunk and Roxas was afraid of him, and that something had happened for his whole life to fall apart while he was desperately trying to hold it together.

She wanted to open the second paper but was afraid to see what it held. She didn't get the chance to decide, however, when something – two photographs – fell out of it. She lifted it gently and stared at the people in it.

The first picture showed two adults – a man and a woman. Roxas' parents from the look of them. Each of them held a baby in their arms; his father held the blond Roxas and his mother held a brunet baby, probably Sora. Roxas looked just like his mother – she had silky blonde hair and shining blue eyes. Her smile was loving and went straight to her eyes. She was thin but curvy. In a word, she was beautiful. His father was about half a foot taller than his mother, whatever that meant for his height (it was impossible to tell from the picture how tall either of them were). He had fly-away chocolate hair and brilliant green eyes. His smile was very cheesy. She would have believed it was forced had it not been for the look in his eyes. They looked like very proud parents. Fuu stared at the photo for a moment long before setting it aside.

The second picture was of four boys. On the left was the eldest, around twenty or so. He had long, dark brown hair, pale skin, and bright blue eyes. A scar cut across his nose and onto the left side of his face – evidence of a hard fight. He wore black pants, a white shirt, and a short-sleeved leather jacket with a red emblem on the left sleeve. He had gloves on his hands and three belts wrapped tightly around his left arm and three more belts hung around his waist and hips. He looked solemn but his eyes were full of laughter as he watched his younger brothers. On the far right was Riku, with silver hair and blue-green eyes. He looked the same as he always did with his baggy pants held up with a silver-studded belt, black zip-up vest and the white and yellow vest he always wore over it. He kept a white…thing…around his left wrist that went down half-way over the back of his hand. The corner of his mouth curled. His expression was similar to Leon's (Fuu assumed that's who the man on the left was). In the middle were Roxas and Sora, Roxas standing on the right of his twin with his arm around his brother's neck. Their grins were cheesy but sincere. There eyes were an identical shade of clear blue. Roxas' brother had extremely spiky brown hair that stuck out at all angles while Roxas' blond locks looked a bit more controllable. There was no denying it, they looked like goofballs, but Roxas looked so…happy.

Fuu looked at the date on the back and, with a jolt, realized this must have been the last picture they'd ever taken together.

She sighed softly to herself, her heart going out to her friend. She folded the pictures back into the second paper and tucked them back into the envelope, folding it shut exactly the way she'd found it.

She rose to her feet and, without turning on any lights, she crept down the stairs with barely any sound issuing from her. She pulled open the closet door and slid the envelope into the pocket of Roxas' jacket and closed it again.

Just as she was about to go upstairs again she paused, listening. It sounded like Roxas was having a nightmare. She headed toward the living room but before she got there she heard a soft crash followed by several muttered curses. She sighed, reach in, and clicked on a lamp.

Roxas had fallen off of the couch and was lying face-down on the floor in a tangle of blankets. He shoved himself up onto his elbows before ducking his head, shielding his eyes from the light. "It's not morning is it?" he muttered, voice muffled by the carpet.

"No, it's not." She walked over to him and knelt down beside him as he untangled himself and straightened, blinking in the light. "Are you ok? I heard you talking in your sleep…"

He rubbed his face with his hands then shoved his hair away from his face. For a moment, Fuu saw a jagged gash on his forehead. She reached out and smoothed his hair away from his face so she could look at it better. "How did this happen?" she asked softly.

He avoided her eyes. "I told you…fell of my skateboard…"

"Must have been a mighty hard fall," she said. She touched it gently and he winced. It must have happened recently, then. "Roxas…are you sure you're alright?"

He sighed. "Are you ever gonna give that a rest?"

"Why can't you just tell me?"

He leaned his head back until it was resting on the couch's cushion. "I just can't, ok?"

She sighed but decided to leave it for now. Instead, she asked, "How often do you have nightmares?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Lost track." He shook his head. "I never used to have them when Sora was around…"

"Your brother? What difference would that make?" she asked, curious.

He shrugged. "Well, my family…doesn't have a lot of money and…well…Sora and I had to share a room. We slept on an air mattress on the floor, so I guess I'm just not used to sleeping alone. But it doesn't matter. I'll get used to it."

She hesitated, then took his hand. He looked down at their intertwined fingers then up at her, obviously confused. "Roxas…will you let me be your friend?"

He tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"You keep trying to push me away but I really do want to be your friend. So will you let me?"

He hesitated, then nodded.

She grinned. "Alright then. I'm staying with you tonight."

"Huh? Hey, what?" He jumped. "That wasn't part of the deal!"

She laughed softly. "Keep your voice down. You'll wake Cloud."

His eyes darted to the older man's bedroom door which was right across the hall. "But why the heck would you want to do that?" he demanded.

"Because you said you have nightmares if you're alone."

"Yeah, but I didn't mean-"

She put a finger to his lips. "Please, don't make me hurt you." Her eyes sparkled with a scary combination of laughter and mirth.

In the end he agreed, more out of fear than anything. Fear of her, and of his nightmares.

They stretched out on the floor – there wasn't enough room for them to keep a comfortable distance on the couch and Roxas refused point blank to go to her room to sleep. He handed her the pillow she'd left for him and used his arm as one for himself. They curled up under their own blankets and he kept his back to her, very unhappy about the whole situation. He wasn't even sure if this would work. Sora was his twin brother and this girl was barely more than a stranger. Plus he didn't want to face Cloud in the morning. The thought made him shiver.

He was just debating on whether or not to argue further with her when he heard deep, even breathing – she was already asleep. He sighed in exasperation, closed his eyes, and let sleep overcome him.

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A/N: Yeah…sorry I didn't warn you about all the Fuu OOC ness. :grins nervously: don't hurt me. :D it wasn't originally gonna turn out that way, but it just seemed easier for her to be…well…you'll see. It comes in handy later, and it will all get explain. Much later.

And you know what else? Cloud is freaking amazing. You'll see why next chapter. Tee hee.

Thanks for reading. :P

-Eevil Hero