Blah, guys, my laptop hates me! D:

In the past, uhhh, few weeks, it has broken twice.

Anyways, I'm trying to get this update done before my dad goes to bed so that you have something from me.

Again, I'm really sorry! D:

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DISCLAIMER : I do not own Final Fantasy or it's characters. I do own Aram. :3

ARAM'S POV

It was really dark around me. I don't really know what happened, but I had somehow been consumed by the darkness.

But…how?

Oh, that's right. I remember now.

I had been shot in my arm. While I was fighting with Cloud, I must of lost too much blood. That, and I probably stressed myself out too much.

Wait, Cloud. He's gone again!

I winced at the sudden rush of pain I felt. I slowly opened my right eye, and squinted it slightly. I recognized this room. It was my room at the bar.

I sat up quickly, but I regretted that instantly. I reached up with my other arm, and touched where the wound was. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"That really hurts." I muttered to myself, rubbing my arm. I opened my eyes completely, and looked around at my room. No one was here, it seemed.

I swung my legs over the bed, and pushed myself onto them. Luckily, I wasn't knocked out enough to be super woozy. I walked over to the nearest mirror, and gasped.

I had black marks streaking down my face. "Stupid Cloud." I glared at the reflection, and stepped away.

I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I didn't want Tifa to hear that I was up or anything. Because, well, if she did, she would probably fuss at me for not being in bed still. The girl worried too much, sometimes.

I opened the door to the small room, and walked in. I turned the knob on the sink to get the water to warm up. I looked around the bathroom, trying to find a towel of some sort. I found a light blue one sitting on the towel rack, so I grabbed it.

I let the towel soak up some of the water, and I rubbed my eyes clean. After I was satisfied with my look, I turned the water off, and walked back out.

I sat back down on my bed once I got back in there, and looked down. I couldn't help but think about everything that has been going on lately.

Mostly, I couldn't stop thinking about Cloud. I didn't understand what he meant by he couldn't be here to see me get hurt because of him. How would he cause me pain?

"You were supposed to always be there for me, Cloud. You promised Zack that. So, why did you leave me alone?" I whispered. I pulled my knees back up, and wrapped my arms around them.

I heard something move downstairs. I shot my head up, and stared at my door. "Tifa?" I called out.

No reply. I slowly set my feet back onto the floor, and stood up. "Are you okay?" I called out once again. Maybe she had tripped over something, or she dropped a plate.

Again, I got no reply. I huffed in frustration, and walked to my door. I swung it open, and glared down the hall. "Tifa, you need to stop playing me like this. You know I'm a bit of a spazz." I yelled out.

This time, I didn't wait for a reply. Instead, I walked right down the stairs towards the bar. "And if it's not Tifa, then I swear, I'm going to beat the crap out of whoever you are." I kept yelling. Finally, I reached the bottom of the stairs.

I looked around, and saw that no one was here. I raised an eyebrow at the empty room. "Hellooo?" I walked to the middle of the bar, and looked around.

"Ah, there you are." I jumped at the sudden voice next to my ear. I spun around, my eyes widened with surprise.

Standing in front of me was that silver haired boy. It was the one with the medium length hair.

I stepped away slightly. "Who are you?" I asked him calmly. I tried to not show that I was a tad bit freaked out by this.

He shook his head around, and grinned down at me. "Oh, you're big brother's little girlfriend, no?" He ignored my question.

He took a step towards me, and I took a step back again. We kept doing this until I felt my back hit something cold.

'Dammit.' I thought to myself. The man leaned his hand down, and rested it on my cheek.

"Now, tell me. Where is mother?" He asked smoothly. I smacked his hand away, and shook my head. "How should I know?" I snapped at him.

He gripped my arm tightly, causing me to wince. He eyed my bandages. "It seems that you got hurt by my brother? So, you better tell me, before I cause more pain for you." He teased me. He put more pressure on my arm, which made me wince.

"I told you…" I started, but he just continued to squeeze. I squeezed my eyes, forcing the tears to stay back. "…that I don't know!" I punched him hard in the stomach with my other hand.

The guy skidded back a few feet. He placed a hand on his stomach, and he clenched his teeth. I took this as my moment to escape. I stepped away to the left quickly, and darted for the door.

I felt something slam into my stomach, and I went flying back into the wall. I slowly slid down from the wall, and landed on my knees. I coughed slightly, and blood trailed down slightly from my mouth.

I ran my hand over my lips, removing the trail of blood. I looked up at the guy, and gave him the strongest glare that I could form. He returned it, and lunged at me.

I pushed myself up, and I charged towards him. Right before we collided, I tucked down and rolled underneath his legs. I swung my leg towards his stomach.

He caught my leg before I could hit him, and he pushed me back. I stumbled slightly, but I didn't fall this time.

"Where is mother?" The guy shouted at me again. He began to march towards me again, so I held up my fists.

I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I wasn't going to lose this fight.

He stopped half way towards me, and watched my face. I was shocked, but I didn't let it show on my face. He must have been disappointed, because he sighed and pulled out a phone.

I raised an eyebrow as he dialed something, and held it up to his ear.

"Is mother there?" He demanded. His face twisted in slight anger at whatever response he got. "You're not crying, are you?" He semi yelled into the phone.

I shivered slightly when his eyes wandered back over to me. He looked me up and down, and a smirk formed on his face.

"Just get out of there. I think I have an idea on how we're going to find mother." He shut his phone after his statement. He sighed, and began to pace around me.

He leaned over to me, and gave me a smile. "You don't know where mother is, and I believe you." He told me. I would've sighed with relief if it wasn't for that smirk on his face.

Before I could even blink, I felt something hard collide with my head. "Dammit." I cursed, feeling myself fall forward.

THIRD PERSON

Kadaj watched as the girl crumbled to the ground. "Too easy." He told himself. He walked over to where the counter was, and searched through all of the items up there.

All he could find was some crumpled up receipt, and a pen. "It'll do." He began to scribble down a few words. After he was satisfied with what the note said, he left it up on the counter.

"Let us see how much big brother cares about you, hm?" He told the unconscious girl. He made his way over to her, and easily threw her over his shoulder.

He walked out of the bar, and settled himself on the motorcycle. He started the machine, and settled Aram in front of it.

"If big brother wants to play games, then I shall join him." He tightened his grip on Aram, and took off before anyone noticed what he was doing.