A/N: I apologize for another long hiatus. My life is pretty busy this year, and I'm still in school. I adore getting reviews on this story, because I put so much of my imagination into it, and it makes me feel so accomplished to receive positive feedback for it. Remember to REVIEW!

The early morning light had crept in through the window sill as Anya slipped back into bed again. Her eyes were getting heavy before she even hit the mattress. She was still trying to process the conversation she had just had with Sora. The boy who traveled to many worlds before, but had never been to Russia; perhaps he held the key that could help find Alexei. All these thoughts ran through her mind like an enormous puzzle waiting to be put together. Anya was ready to find out the mysterious boy's true intentions.

Dimitri's whole head remained hidden under the pillow while he groaned sleepily and said, "Where'd you wander off to at three in the morning, Missy?"

He tugged at the covers and scooted closer to her warm body; pretending she didn't hear him. Anya pulled herself toward Dimitri as well. They both put their arms around each other giggling as they cuddled with one another. Their noses touched and they nuzzled back and forth while staring deeply into each other's eyes.

Smiling she responded to his question, "The boy we found woke-up. You didn't hear him screaming? I was talking to him for a little bit.

Anya scrunched her nose as she continued speaking, "He said he is "The Chosen One." Chosen by this weapon called the Keyblade."

Anya opened her eyes widely at Dimitri and sat up. "Dimitri…do you think he may know something about Alexei?"

"Hmmm…"Dimitri scratched his head and propped his head up with his free hand so he was level with Anya.

"Well, I really don't know. Why you're so worked up about finding your brother?" He watched her face, waiting for her temper to show itself. To his surprise, she only lowered her head slightly, staring at the down comforter.

Clearing his throat Dimitri spoke again, "I mean, what has it been? Twelve years since you last saw him alive, right? Plus, he had that disease too; what's it called hypo…hemi…"

"Hemophilia is what it's called," Anya finished his sentence for him in a monotone voice.

"Yeah," Dimitri said. "You really think he could've survived all this time on his own? He obviously hasn't been found, because he would've ended up in that orphanage with you. I don't know, I don't think you have any substantial evidence to work with Anya."

He rubbed his left eye as the two remained silent for a few moments. Maybe he'd better lay-off talking about her brother. As he shifted his weight to his back again, he turned his head slowly and watched Anya's unwavering aquamarine colored eyes stare at the white bed sheets. He could hear her breathing turn into soft sobs and tears began welling-up in her eyes. He reached out his hand and stroked her back softly.

"Anya, c'mon, I didn't mean to-to you know? I was only trying to…Don't cry…" he tried to soothe her, as he cupped her face with his hand, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "I'm just telling you the truth."

"Only telling me the truth?" Anya mocked him as she pushed his hand away from her face.

She snapped back at him, "You don't know the truth! How could you even say such a thing!"

Her eyes scanned Dimitri's face as she quickly jumped out of bed. Holding his gaze as she began to pace around the room. She could feel her face starting to get hot with anger. Dimitri couldn't be against her in this. She loved him; don't couples always agree with each other? No, she had to do this by herself. He didn't believe Alexei had survived the Revolution anyways.

There had to be some sliver of evidence left inside this place. She'd be happy with any kind of memory of her little brother; even a tiny one. Perhaps Sora would help her. After all, he was summoned here for a reason, maybe helping her find Alexei was that reason. Sora would aid her even if it wasn't what he came here for. He didn't know it wasn't either…

After getting dressed, Anya found herself in the dusty hall once again, marching quickly to Sora's room. Dimitri was still in bed, like the lazy bum she had always known he was. She didn't mind the dust; after all, she grew-up in a stinky, old orphanage with a bunch of un-bathed kids running all over the place. What's the problem with a little dust? She slowly came to a halt in front of Sora's door. Taking in a few deep breaths, she calmly knocked on the door.

"Ahem, Sora, I need to ask you something. It's Anya." She waited for an answer after she spoke.

She waited a few more seconds before twisting the handle and slowly opening the door. The door creaked, like it hadn't been oiled in years, and Anya made a face as the sound pierced her eardrums. She looked around the room for Sora and came to the conclusion that he wasn't here.

Not here? Humph… He's probably looking for something to eat. He hasn't eaten since we found him. Anya thought to herself, closing the door behind her. She headed to the kitchen before she looked in any other rooms. She was positive he was there; he's a guy. Guys can't control their hunger-pangs like women do. She laughed to herself and shook her head lightly as she made the long walk to the kitchen.

Once Anya rounded a corner to the kitchen, she could hear the shattering sound of plates hitting the floor, and a few quick curse words that followed, obviously spoken by Sora. She hastened her paced and stood in the doorway, her arms crossed as she overlooked the masterpiece that stood before her. The entire kitchen looked as if it had been ransacked. All the cabinets were ajar; dishes and silverware covered the floor, and in the corner was a less than apologetic-looking, Sora. He sensed her presence immediately and rushed over to her, grabbing her hands, a crazy look in his eyes.

"Anya, you're here! Help me, there's nothing to eat in this place." His speech was panicky and jittery.

Anya stared into the pleading eyes of the young teen. He looked like had just escaped from a convent. There were tiny little bags under his eyes, and his right one twitched as he waited for some sort of reply from the woman.

She couldn't help but giggle to herself as she patted his hands comfortingly. "Calm down, Sora. Why does it seem I always find you in trouble? You know this place is abandoned, right? Why would we keep food in a place like this?"

Sora scratched his head and his nose and smiled, "Uh, well, you know, I just like seeing ya, Anya." He leaned back against the door frame nonchalantly. "I just thought a place as big as this has got to have some good grub stashed somewhere, so I went on a little hunt for a bite to eat."

"Well, I know some great, little restaurants in this town. Why don't we go to one?" Anya shrugged and gestured her head towards a window. A tiny slit of the sunrays made her eyes gleam.

Sora scratched his head again, the idea of leaving Donald and Goofy behind felt a bit cruel to him, but he was hungry out of his mind. "That does sound like a fantastic idea, Anya, but—, "he looked down. "I just wanted to get something quick so I can go find Donald and Goofy," he lied, giving Anya an innocent look.

She rolled her eyes, "All right, all right. I'll go get you a snack, scaredy-cat." She spun back around into the hall muttering about men being helpless. She called back over her shoulder before she disappeared, "Your friends are in the hallway next to the kitchen. Behave while I'm gone, okay?" She pointed her finger in the air, "Oh, and I have some important questions for you when I get back." She disappeared down the hall after a few seconds.

Sora scratched his head and smiled sheepishly to himself, he wondered what sort of questions he would ask her. After a second or so he headed back towards the kitchen to get to the hallway on the otherside. He was a bit nervous to see Donald and Goofy again; was that normal? His stomach growled, as if answering his question, he rubbed it gently. "Don't tell me you're scared too tummy. I'm doomed."

As he rounded the corner into the hallway, he was immediately tackled to the ground. Sora laughed out loud as he felt the familiar hugging of Donald and Goofy. "Sora! Huckyuck! We found you! Garwsh, it's been so long!"

"Where have you been?" Donald quacked as he hugged Sora again.

"Well, I've been at home Donald, Destiny Islands, with Kairi and Riku. But...somehow, we were summoned to Russia!"

"Russia?" Goofy asked. "So this is Russia."

"Yeah, and I met a girl named Anya. She said she found us in the snow, and brought us here," Sora explained to his buddies.

All three of them sat there on the floor together, as Sora continued to explain to them what he had already discovered. He told them about the mysterious voice he had heard earlier that morning, and who he was positive it belonged to. They both looked at him with worried eyes. He knew what they were thinking, how was it possible for Xemnas to return? There had to be some explanation, and why was he in Russia of all places?

Just then Anya stepped into the hall and looked down at the three of them sitting on the floor. "Do you want to tell me why you're sitting on the floor when there is a perfectly structured table in the room next to you?"

Sora smiled up at Anya as she held a bag of steaming meatballs. The smell of them filled his nostrils and made his stomach growl again. As he licked his lips, Anya raised her eyebrows at him and leaned towards him saying, "If you want food. I want answers." She smirked as she dangled the food in front of the trio.

Perhaps both of their questions could be answered. The fate of Anya's sanity depended on finding closure about her brother. Did he survive? And if so, what has become of him now?

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please give me good review so I can start on the next chapter! I apologize again that it has taken so long to get this story moving. Your patience is appreciated as well.