-.Sketchbook.-

"Yellow"

x. Bright o Joy o Peace o Angel o Blinding o Hope .x

-x-x-x-

Naminé looked at the faces assembled around the kitchen table, fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her pale palms. A procession of deep crimson rolled down, roses in a lily bed, the yellow florescent lights above attempting to mirror organic sunlight – to produce that lovely glow that smothers everything in peace and light and hope. The lamp didn't accomplish this role, instead highlighting all the problems, making them seem more vivid, alive, like maggots wriggling around everything. She didn't feel very hungry, stomach lurching in a most unpleasant way as she pulled her gaze back down to her bowl of cereal, bobbing around in the now mucus-tainted milk, enhanced and made all the more disgusting by the reams of horrible fake light.

Yuna looked like a little child, nibbling her lip in a nervous reflex and darting her gaze towards her husband, who seemed to be in a good mood, although they never lasted that long. Like snow shoved under a searing glare, being introduced to a candle, it would melt away in icy pools and you'd be in doubts whether the good times would ever come again. One day, they'll crack, they'll snap and break and twist and bend and we'll all be destroyed. One day, one more punch, one more comment and Yuna would crack her head on the ground, blood seeping from her head in garish puddles. One day, Yuna wouldn't be able to take it any more.

"How's my pretty princess?" asked her father, high on last night's escapades at the local pub, in ecstasy as everything was bright and happy in his eyes. He could be even worse, far more unpredictable when he was at a peak in behaviour, when you could detect the alcohol in his breath. Naminé produced a fake smile and picked up her spoon, holding it tightly, pretending to be engrossed in the shiny surface and her mutilated appearance. She didn't want to play happy families. She didn't want to participate in small-talk.

"I'm fine," she replied curtly, the smile still sickeningly in place, eyes shining. Her father seemed satisfied with the response – he grinned heartily like the happiest damned person on the planet. The people portrayed in adverts to happy music that never dare lay a finger on their children and love their wife and family. It made her sick, sick to the pit of her stomach.

Yuna smiled almost like somebody on drugs, high on crack in a hazy dream. Yuna must have been on crack to ever envision everything would be A-OK when living with Shuyin. It made her heart bleed.

"Isn't this nice?" sniffed the woman, reaching up to pull her brunette hair back into a pony-tail. Neat and efficient, that was Yuna – but somehow her elbow managed to knock her plate of toast, sending it spiralling gracefully to the floor. The sudden crack broke through the false happiness, completely destroying the 'happy family' act. Toast lay forlornly mixed between broken plate, with golden butter smeared the tiles.

Shuyin jumped, Yuna winced, Naminé … Naminé wanted to cry. The littlest thing could set him off, and it seemed Yuna accidentally knocking her breakfast to the floor was one of them. His face became a mask of anger as the woman shrunk back like a little girl, bending down and muttering about picking it up.

"You clumsy bitch!" roared Shuyin across the table, and if Naminé were a little girl she would have run upstairs and hid under the bed. But she was far too old for those antics, too mature to run away. The noise obviously interfering in Shuyin's drunken stupor, he continued, not really sure what he was saying, spittle flying from his lips. "Why did you do that! You know fucking well we don't have the money to go fucking smash plates against the wall whenever we fucking well please! But no, for you everything's a perfect la-di-dah girlish haze, huh? For you everything's perfect, you wore! You lazy slut! It's all your fuckin' fault, Yuna! All of it! So don't act like I'm the bad guy here!"

He paused the barrage of insults to steady his breath, and Yuna's hands shivered as she scooped the remains of plate and toast into the dustpan, head bent, shoulders shaking. "Naminé… Please, go outside and … play…" she stuttered over her words, as the girl nodded and tactfully got up. Any other girl would probably be enraged she insisted that all she did was 'play' like she was little, but she wasn't going to correct Yuna. That … would be too cruel.

o.x.o

"Naminé! Hey, Nami?" inquired the boy, running after her at a quickened pace. She wasn't exactly ignoring him, but her thoughts were eating up the insides of her head unpleasantly so she couldn't hear his good-natured voice. The sun shining around her had managed somehow to freeze over into ice, making her feel cold. She muttered something to acknowledge his appearance and wound her pale arms around herself, trying to hug herself to create courage. Arms wrapped around her, she didn't care that they were only hers trying to imitate the light that came with somebody caring – Roxas cared, but not enough. He didn't know about her family problems, nobody did. To everybody, she was just the weird girl in the sundress who acted odd on a regular basis and was constantly dreaming. She was constantly dreaming, too, but not about what the shallow girls thought of, not money or clothes or make-up or boyfriends – she thought about happy times she'd never had, true friends, being able to walk in the sunshine. Things that came with yellow and light and peace and living. Much be a nice luxury being able to feel properly, must be nice luxury to have proper friends…

"Yeah… I'm okay," said the girl softly, her eyes darting around the landscape gracefully, surveying everything. Little children taking part in frantic races, laughing and shrieking, their merry voices carrying in the air currents interjected with the calls of seagulls, smells of the sea invading their noses. For them, there was no time, no end to their lengthy summer holiday – she'd never had that feeling of freedom, confined to her dark thoughts and her sketchbook and pastels, trying to imitate the outside world she could never quite reach, never quite grace with her finger-tips. There was a young boy walking along merrily with his dad, calling in urgent tones for ice-cream or his brain would swell and he'd die, the father grinning as he allowed himself to be dragged after his son. Since when had Naminé had that? Her dad, when she was little, was frequently amazingly nice to her, scarily nice, constantly giving her treats and presents, yet when they got home everything would cease, and he'd hit Yuna and the blonde girl would run off to her room. She didn't love her father, she was a damned good actress, and as a little girl could do a good impression of loving being pushed on the swings. She knew how to pretend to feel, but she lacked emotion. And the teenagers that walked around aimlessly, laughing and talking about bands and music and other … crap. Meaningless to the girl, she never fit in enough to care about hair extensions and boyfriends.

"Really? 'Cause it doesn't seem like that to me…" replied the boy, unaware of her hazy thoughts spinning together to make a bitter blend of wants and desires, all hollow and empty because she couldn't feel anything but pain. "You seem sort of … spacey. Something on your mind?"

"No… Not really… Just… worried about Maths homework… Got Algebra problems ingrained in my head like the Ten Commandments," joked the girl loosely, noticing the two teenagers waving merrily at Roxas, calling to him, because he had lots of friends he could spend time with. He just hung around Naminé out of pity, she thought bitterly.

"Nam? Nammie?" he asked, calling her affectionately by a handful of her childish nick-names. Because in everybody's eyes, she never grew up, was always the same little girl. She sniffed, arms still tightly wound around herself, staring up at the endless patchwork of blue sky stitched together to form a heaven. She'd like to live there… It would be much more peaceful. "… Are you sure?"

"Positive. Hey, why don't you go see what Selphie and Tidus want? I'm … I'm gonna meet a friend at the cinema," she said loosely, inventing something so he wouldn't hang around her like a shadow, drowning her in sympathy. She didn't want his sympathy, she wanted a real friend. Like she envisioned Kairi and Axel to be, but Kairi hated her and Yuna seemed to despise Axel for being a child's drawing.

"Okay," said Roxas brightly, glad to have an excuse to ditch the girl, who confirmed that she'd be perfectly A-OK alone. Well, why shouldn't she be? She was going to meet a friend at the cinema, why should he care? He ran on ahead to greet Selphie and Tidus with excited laughs, instantly plunging into an amusing conversation about Wakka. Everything about Wakka was worth a few cheap laughs over. However, looking back at Naminé, he couldn't help confirming what he already knew; by the way she drifted off…

She didn't have any other friends beside him… And he was ditching her, throwing her company away as if were a hot potato.

x.o.x

"I'm hungry," moaned the girl, swinging her arms in a limp way that reminded him a little bit of a rag doll. She looked a bit like one too – one of those scary creations that scar children for life with limbs falling off and hair severely messed up beyond belief. She was a tom-boy, and never took much care of her personal appearance anyway…

"Then get some food for fuck's sake. I'm not your nanny," growled Axel in annoyed tones, flicking his gaze away from the scary girl. He didn't want to go blind for looking at her or her colourful attire.

"But the bread's gone mou-ldy," she countered, the sounds of evident disgust coming from a few paces away as Kairi discovered her words were indeed true. The bread was eaten up into an indescribable mess. Dark patches of blue were seeping in from the corners to fade into loose green hues around the middle, peppered with black. It smelt funny and was making Axel feel quite sick, actually, so he vowed he would stop looking at it – but it was so transfixing in a completely unappetising and Halloween-related way. "And I'm hun-gry and we'll all hun-gry and I want something to eat," she continued in a merry little sing-song way, rocking back and forth on her trainers like a demented cuckoo. "And you must be hun-gry 'cause you never eat cause you're anorexic-ally thin and it's highly disturbing yet your figure's still more girly that Kai-ri's cause you've got hips. And us girls have to stick together."

Axel narrowed his bright green eyes at the annoying little bug he'd rather like to swat. Comparing Axel to Kairi of all people wasn't very flattering, and then she'd taken it one step further to compare him with every single person who had a feminine shaped body – namely the entire female species. "You didn't want to say that, little girl," he hissed through his teeth, although this wasn't a true fact. Yuffie was a year older than him, but shorter and more immature, so he found it based in some truth.

"Yeah I did, because I'm hungry and hunger makes people say baadddd things," nodded Yuffie, as if it made sense somehow to blame her insulting of Axel over the mouldy bread. "Badbadbad. So can we all go out and get something to eat?"

"Why are you asking me?" snarled the red-head, running a hand through his crimson hair, trying to disguise the fact that he was hungry too. And he wasn't going to stoop so low as to salvage the pieces of crap residing in the bin that Kairi had tactfully dumped there because Riku wouldn't touch it and Sora was occupying himself in a most educational way by being sick. Axel didn't want to hang around the island with 'them' who he treated as another species. Heh, if people thought he and Kairi were weird constantly at each other's throats they should be introduced to Yuffie. Yuffie combined with hunger was a dangerous formula.

"Because you're taller than all of us and can beat up any nasty people who stare because we're different," sniffed the girl, as if she was caught up in some big, tragic melodrama. Well, that part was true at least – their lives were a little bit like a soap opera at the moment. "And Kairi told me you went to a café day before this one, to flirt with some girl because she over-heard you boasting about it to Riku. Yeah… So you know where they serve good food and crap. And I spoke to our parents and they wanted us out of the way because they're going to some meeting about what to do with us all … Because of the camped conditions and all. So we're all gonna go out and get something to eat isn't that yay!" inquired the psychotic young girl, grinning like a demented clown. "Hope they have arcades here…"

"No," spat Axel, interrupted her merry little monologue about how she liked the sea and sand and ice-cram especially chocolate flavour. Probably what made her so damn hyper. You had to limit your time Yuffie because your brain would become in danger of melting.

"Awwwww! Pretty please?" she whimpered, eyes large like melting chocolate sunken into her head framed by strands of ebony hair. She probably thought she looked sad and tragic, but really she looked … Actually, she had the 'sad' and 'tragic' look down pretty well, to be quite honest. Well, it wasn't trying to summoning up depressing thoughts at these times.

"No, Yuffie," he said coldly, crossing his arms defiantly. He wasn't going to give in to Yuffie, because there was only one of her and one of him but he was bigger than her and flick her into non-existence… But lately she'd been practising kick-boxing and could be pretty dangerous with a pointy object in hand. Not that she'd resort to violence.

"Hey, Axel, have you seen my shoes?" inquired the brunette, stumbling over the very objects he was trying to look for, landing on his ass. "Oh, it doesn't matter, here they are! Yay! Now we can go and get something to eat, because Kairi was getting impatient."

Axel's face blanched, taking on an interesting white colour. Oh … fuck … They all expected him to take them on a jolly little outing. Even Riku, who wasn't somebody who liked being led by others and was probably pissed off about Axel being superior to him. "No… I'm not going! Let Kairi direct you, she likes being in charge and she's explored over here too…"

"We just went to the beach. I never took note of any cafés. That blonde bimbo gave you the grand tour, so you have to share your newly found knowledge with us. We got munny," declared Kairi in a bored voice, producing the pouch from her skirt pocket. She hadn't really spoken to Axel much that morning – probably still pissed off about yesterday. Well, he could always try to recreate their shaky friendship again… But she never did that, Kairi always vowed she'd never speak to him again like a stupid little girl, but then Yuffie would annoy her too much and Sora would be with Riku so she'd have to come crawling back to Axel. Axel never let her know that their friendship meant anything to him, but it did, all the same.

"Is there any way I can get out of this?" sighed the red-head, shoulders slumping slightly. Kairi was the closest thing to a friend he really had, and when she asked him usually he had to do what she wanted – apart from the 'no annoying her' rule. He never managed to keep that promise.

"No. Not unless you develop malaria in … oh, about the time it takes for Sora to tie his shoe-laces," remarked Riku in his cocky, flippant voice. Axel never liked Riku that much…

o.x.o

Two women sat in calm silence, heads bowed as if in prayer. Shafts of light spilled out over their heads to give the false appearance of angels. Scars lightly crossed the thinnest, prettiest one, her lips full and eyes heavy with sorrow. The other women facing her coughed delicately to break the silence and tension eroding away at them, her face bathed in shadows, trying to scramble hastily back into a hiding place where the light wouldn't expose her for the nothing she was. For the horrible creature the light didn't deserve to shine over – but it never did, because in her mind she was isolated. Everything around her was a pitiful act, as she was really pretending to be so sure but getting swept out by a tidal wave.

"Yuna… It's been a while," whispered the woman, eyes hidden with a darkness as thick as a blindfold. "A long, long time… Seems like years since I last saw you."

They spoke too formally to be friends; however they may well have been just that once upon a time, before something horrible happened. This horrible memory was playing around both their faces. Yuna sniffed a little and nodded, looking very elegant. She always looked prim and proper, even when red was cascading down her face and it was all she could do not to scream.

"I had to come and see you when I heard the news," said Yuna in her natural, airy-fairy breezy voice, soft like a passing dream. "Because … I'm worried… About what's happening. Because if he sees you, if he … I … I don't know what will happen to Naminé."

"How is your little girl?"

"She's … She's … Not a little girl anymore."

"Of course," replied the other woman serenely. All sense of personality had deserted her a while ago. Now, every little thing agitated her, made her jump, having to resolve her problems in a bottle of wine. Soon, she'd go the same way as he did… She hated him. Everybody did.

"She's discovering the truth," Yuna choked, finding it hard for the words to slide through her parted lips. "I never wanted this to happen, because now it is she'll discover everything about herself. It was so much easier when she was little. I've always been worried after those drawings, I always had to hide those, but how do we hide real people? We'll all going to get hurt."

She nodded. "Then you can't let them see each other. If he sees them together, Yuna, you're going to regret it. We all are. He won't let them see each other – if you let them it would be cruel. They'll think everything is merry and happy yet after a while all their dreams will destroyed and it'll hurt more."

"But she's needed a friend for so long…"

"We all need a friend, Yuna. But not one who'll put our lives in danger."

"He might not find out…"

"He always does."

x.o.x

"I SEE A DOG WITH A POOOO-FFYYY TAIL! CAN WE PET IT!" roared a very loud voice, making the girl jerk her head up from her lagoon of depressing thoughts dripping through her mind. It was hard to stay fixated on your own personal problems when some mental kid is pointing and shouting and laughing at a poodle. The worried-looking dog trotted across the street to escape the evil demon, as a kid with impossibly-spiked hair chased it, giggling helplessly. He had a bright look on his face as if he were a child who took great delight in dealing with crack and ecstasy. He looked strangely familiar, sort of like Roxas, but with brunette hair and far too happy and hyper. "IT HAS A POOFY TAIL AND BLAH AND POOFY AND BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!" babbled the stupid little boy in excitable tones, as he proceeded to scar the poor animal for life, as it bounded off with a new-found agility and hit behind a load of dustbins. "Where'd it go? C'mere, boy…"

"Sora… Grow up," said a voice, and Naminé could hear the angry scowl in the words, slicing into her ears far more than the 'blah-ings' about a dog with a 'poofy tail'. She knew Sora, too, although she never figured he'd be so annoyingly hyper… It was him, Kairi's friend, and Kairi was the one who was looking so annoyed at him now, hand held loosely on one hip. So that meant Riku had to be in the crowd, and there he was, looking faintly amused at the current situation, a superior look on his face that clearly said he wouldn't go around tormenting poodles. And then there was Yuffie the psychotic ninja-girl who, in dreams and drawings, would laugh and talk with Naminé animatedly and they'd both laugh, like best friends. Yuffie looked sort of like she wanted to chase after the sea-gulls and watch them fly around in alarm, but she restrained herself by looking at her nails and giggling.

And … There he was. There he was. It was Axel, not looking very flattering as his face was marred with a bright red that made him look like a tomato, looking like he wanted to tear clumps of his hair out in frustration. Even so, in this insane fit of desperation and despair for Sora, he still looked completely … Axel-like, she thought loosely, still looked pretty hot. Just like her face now, as a blush of her own spread across it.

"Sora, you can go and pet the dog some other time," said Riku in a knowledgeable voice, not seeming to notice the blonde haired girl sat on one of the many benches that littered the street, most of them engraved with messages about fisherman who died out at sea. The shadows from the buildings spread out over her like a thick blanket, playing around over her figure so it was hard to make out the features. "I think Axel and Kairi are getting a bit fed up."

"I'm not," chortled Yuffie in amused tones, looking out over the vast expanse of beach that melded flawlessly into sea, carrying in the smell of salt and sea-weed. "This is the funniest thing I've seen in years," she declared brightly. "Sora, you must stage these shows more often."

"Don't … encourage … him …" hissed Axel, tempted to pick up Yuffie and throw her over the pier railings. Sora was demented enough as it was, he didn't need an audience to make him play up even more. He wondered where Kairi found the charm in him, but he guessed it was hidden very deep down, and came out in quirky little ways others found infuriating. "I thought you were hungry anyway, Yuffie. You can't have food if Sora is off on merry little poodle-chasing escapades."

A thoughtful look crossed the girl's face, as her eyes still lingered over the blue patchwork of sea in the horizon. "Oh yeah! Never thought of that! Sora, stop being a jackass."

"Hey…" muttered Sora in depressing tones, looking sad as Kairi grinned at his face, all traces of annoyance completely wiped away. Like the children writing their names in the sand with sticks to have the messages smothered by the sea. "I just saw a pretty poodle…"

"You didn't need to yell about it," said Riku in tired tones, motioning around the entire area with one hand. "You disturbed all the nice islanders, see? Look at that poor little girl, she'll never be the same again. See the look of horror engraved on her face and feel bad for your sins," he grinned, as Yuffie and Kairi made noises to show they found his words funny, shooting loose waves at … Naminé. She didn't realise she'd looked so horrified until Riku had pointed it out.

Sora, too lost in his embarrassment, stared at his shoe-laces, then at an interesting white thing floating around in the sky which were called 'clouds'. Axel didn't wave, because a sudden feeling of déjà vu washed over him like a tsunami. It was Naminé, looking pretty sad and alone and depressed sat by herself, and she'd even been treated to a rendition of the 'Sora Show'. All the other passers-by who had witnessed his love for poodles had been snickering and laughing openly, but she still seemed upset. And so did Kairi now, figuring out it was the 'bimbo girl' from yesterday, the smile freezing on her face into a look of distaste, quickly turning her back on her to talk to Riku about something…

Axel felt sorry for her, even more sorry for her than he did for himself. Sure, he was hanging around with a complete retard, but she was hanging around with nobody at all… And being alone was worse than being with a Sora.

He moved over to her, the girl looking faintly surprised, as if wondering why he would ever want to bother to speak to her. Well, she had shown him around yesterday, and she knew where everything was better than him, so he could invite her around to be a tour guide again for the foolish people. That and the fact she looked a little bit like a limp sock with that sad expression that had commandeered her face. "Hi, Naminé…" he started uncertainly, not sure how to greet her. He barely knew her, after all.

"Hello … Axel…" she said softly, tasting his name on her tongue. She felt a little bit intimidated. There she had been, minding her own business sitting on the bench musing over her life, then she was jerked out of her thoughts by a loud, loud boy and a really … good-looking one… And it was hard not to think of anything else when he was sat next to her for no apparent reason, steering her away from her pit of gloom. It was her pit of gloom and she could languish in it whenever she damn well pleased.

"Listen, me and my … er … these people," he said, not going to call the odd group of misfits his friends. What sort of pathetic looser would she take him for? She would mentally place him in the same group as Sora and Yuffie, and his reputation would be down the drain in a matter of seconds. Naminé found it amusing her referred to them simply as 'people' anyway, by the way she smiled softly, so it was all good, as he ploughed on. "And we're all crap at directions and stuff, and I know you showed me around yesterday, so how's about giving the tour for the idiots? Yuffie's hungry and it's getting annoying – oh, that one's Yuffie," he said, pointing in her general direction, although Naminé already knew.

"Kairi doesn't like me, does she?" asked the blonde girl in a rather sad tone, her head hanging limply, resisting the urge to hug herself for some confidence when talking to the red-head. "She wouldn't want me around…"

Axel's face crinkled up into a bitter look as he shot a glance at Kairi who was watching them with her arms crossed, look of an annoyed mother evident on her features. He didn't give a fuck about what Kairi felt, to be quite honest. She was just jealous he'd found somebody else to hang out with who wasn't her. "Nah, of course she doesn't. She's just being stupid," he said in encouraging tones. "Yuffie'd like you, she lacks the mental brain capacity needed to hate somebody."

"Well, I…" muttered the girl, looking down at the floor, away from Kairi's annoyed gaze. Why did she appear to hate her so much, anyway? What did Naminé ever do to her? "I dunno… I don't want to get in anybody's way or anything…" But it did sound tempting. It wasn't like she had anything better to do with herself, since Roxas walked away merrily with Selphie and Tidus.

"Come on, you really think I'd manage being alone with them all for an hour?" asked Axel, a smirk evident on his face. She was beginning to waver, because he was that irresistible, really. Although his reputation had been diminishing rapidly as he walked through the street, thanks to Sora, and he had a horrible feeling most of the other girls would just point and laugh at him for knowing such a looser. "And you know you're way around…" And I don't want to see you sat there all alone. Teenagers aren't meant to be sat around on depressing benches with messages of dead fishermen on them watching as everybody else has fun.

"You sure they wouldn't mind?" asked Naminé after a while of thinking about it. On one hand, she'd have something to do and she'd be with Axel and the others, and may get to know her drawings better. On the other hand, the idea was sort of scary and Kairi didn't like her and Sora was insane and could hurt her chances making other friends. But she had always been a mis-fit anyway, what harm could it do? "Well… Okay…"

o.x.o

"I love Lenne's songs!" chirruped Yuffie in a happy way, feeling contented and full as she picked at the crumbs and remains of her slice of fudge cake. "And her lovely outfits and everything, I so want to get one of those pretty multi-layered skirts, you know? Like the one she wore in the music video of 'One Thousand Words'. I really want to get tickets to her concert if she's doing one here."

"Yeah, but Yuffie, the tickets cost an arm and a leg," Riku pointed out in a dry voice, sipping at his coke, the evil ice-cubes bobbing about in the mixture merrily like small rafts. Naminé didn't order ice with her drink after the events of yesterday. "Where would we get the money?"

"Oh yeah…" sighed the raven-haired girl, being brought back down to reality with a horrible crunch, setting her dreams of watching the songstress alive in flames. "Well, I guess I could always watch it on TV… If we had one," she muttered, still playing around with the crumbs decorating her place. "Why did we have to get shoved in the smallest possible spaces without any technology or anything? It's like living in the freaking stone age…"

Naminé smiled softly as she lazily engaged in the conversation, no longer feeling like an outsider. After tapping into Yuffie's love of Lenne and her concerts everything had been clear blue skies, and it was just as she had imagined – something just clicked between them and they got on really well, almost like she was a best friend. Sora was funny usually without even attempting to be, making idle comments without even realising what he was saying until it was out of his mouth, and Riku would make a few cheap digs at him and they'd all be laughing. Even Kairi appeared to be a little less pissed off at her and asked her very nicely at one point to pass the salt.

"Well, I was going to go and see her concert…" said Naminé with a small smile on her face, as Yuffie's chocolate brown eyes lit up considerably. "I ordered some tickets a while back…" She ordered two tickets, one of her and one for Roxas, but she'd never told the blonde-haired boy about that. And anyway, he always went off with Selphie and Tidus now. She did feel a little bit bad about leaving Roxas out and instantly offering his present to a girl she barely knew, but she did know Yuffie, she drew her. "So you could come if you wanted," she concluded, picking off pieces of her blueberry muffin.

There it was again, that faintly annoyed look on Kairi's face that kept resurfacing at regular intervals into their conversation, as she excused herself, saying she needed to go to the bathroom. She got up, unnoticed by Yuffie who was babbling excitedly about going to the concert and thanking Naminé over and over again, grinning like a Cheshire Cat on happy pills. Which was a disturbing thought.

"I'm not into your girly music, I listen to big boy's stuff!" Sora proclaimed, sending Yuffie and Naminé into peals of laughter, as Kairi sighed hearing them enjoying themselves, moving away from their table in the corner. Any other time it would have been her seated in Naminé's place laughing at Sora's antics, her who would be talking about Lenne's music with Yuffie. Not this odd girl who just decided to walk in on them and take her place. It wasn't fair… Nothing ever was, though.

-x-x-x-

A/N: Avast the plot thickens… Yeah… So, why's Yuna so worried, and who's she talking to? This could be interesting . Please review! I love people who review because that's … cool … and stuff. Three reviews for an update? Please?