Bianca woke to the smell of coffee rising up from the first floor. She kicked off the blankets and swung her feet over the edge and standing. She stretched and rubbed her eyes. Coming to the steps she walked down them carefully and turned into the kitchen. Her father stood in there, leaning against the sink, waiting drowsily for the coffee to get done. He looked up when she came into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
"'Morning, Princess." He told her. She looked at him drowsily. He gave a smirk.
"Wait, if we haven't gone to the store how are you making coffee?" She asked him. He laughed, opening a cupboard, looking for a coffee mug.
"I packed it." He told her. Bianca smiled sleepily; she stood up, looking for something to write on and a pencil or something. She found what she was looking for and went back to the table.
"Alright, what do we need from the store?" She asked. Braig sat down in front of her with his coffee, taking a drink, thinking.
"Well, a vacation to the mountains in a cabin is nothing without s'mores, as I said last night and yes I was being serious. We'll need the stuff for that. Stuff for burgers and hotdogs. Um, probably bug repellent. We'll just go and see what they have. Or we could do this later. I'm not too awake right now." Braig said, yawning, causing his daughter to as well. She smiled despite it.
Braig took a drink of his coffee. Bianca got up and went for a cup for herself, having nothing better to do. They were silent.
"Where are the coffee mugs, Dad?" She asked, turning around to face him. Braig turned and pointed to the cupboard on the other side of the oven. Bianca started to go over to the cupboard then stopped.
"No sugar, damn. We didn't think ahead to well did we?" Bianca asked, huffing, she went back over to the table and sat down, she picked up the pen and doodled,
"Can we go to the store now or do we have to wait for Lea and Isa to wake up?" She asked. Braig stared at his reflection, almost glaring at the scar and eye patch. His one brown eye was beginning to hint gold. Bianca hadn't noticed anything yet.
"Dad?" Bianca barked quietly. He looked up at her.
"Huh?" He asked, not hearing what Bianca had said. She was giving him her famous worried look.
"Can we go to the store now or should we wait for Lea and Isa to wake up?" Bianca asked, Braig looked to the microwave, checking the time, eight forty seven.
"You want to go now?" He asked, taking a drink from his coffee. Bianca shrugged.
"I'm hungry, we have no food, unless you squirrelled away some cereal bars with your coffee." She told him.
"I guess we should go to the store, do you want the boys to come or what?" Braig asked. She shrugged again.
"I am NOT going to wake Isa up, you can't pay me enough to. He is scary when he's woken up against his will." She said.
"Thanks Bianca, I appreciate it." They heard Isa say. He walked into the kitchen and sat down at one of the ends of the table. Bianca blushed and scribbled at the page.
"Sorry. Do you want to come to the store with us?" Bianca asked. Isa slumped down in the chair, giving a sigh.
"Someone should be here when Lea wakes up." Isa said. Braig laughed some, smiling his Freeshooter smile.
"He's seventeen, not seven. We can leave him a note and go to the store, he'd understand. Bianca gets cranky when she gets hungry anyway."
"Hey!" Bianca objected. Braig laughed, taking another drink from his coffee casually, meeting eyes with Isa. The blunette looked at him with a weird look, his blue eyes wide.
"What's wrong with your ey-" Braig pretended to swallow his coffee wrong and started to cough violently. He didn't want Bianca getting suspicious.
"Dad!" Bianca cried, worried. Braig 'managed' to get another drink of coffee and he stopped coughing.
"I'm fine Bianca." He said, staining his voice some, giving another small weak cough just for good measure. "I just swallowed wrong. You know, I think you and I are a little mixed up." He told her. Bianca rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, I'm going to go get ready to go to town." She said, standing up and leaving the kitchen.
"You faked that." Isa said. Braig looked at him with a faked weirded out expression, taking a drink from his coffee. Isa glared at him.
"Alright, something is wrong. But I want Bianca to be able to get away from all this crazy bull that's going on back at Radiant Garden, don't you say anything to Bianca because I will call your parents and have them come get you, I am not afraid to become the asshole Dad everyone hates." Braig said calmly. Isa held his hands up in surrender.
"Ok, I get it. I won't say anything to Bianca." Isa replied, standing up and going out of the kitchen. Braig looked at his reflection in the coffee again. Was it worse than what it looked? He looked up at the ceiling.
I fucked up, bad, maybe beyond fixing. He thought to himself. He reached across the table and grabbed the pad, looking at what his daughter had drawn. There were names. His eye widened as he recognized them.
Xehanort=Master Xehanort? Terra? Ventus? Aqua? How did she know these names? How did she know about the three Keybladers? How did Bianca know that about Xehanort? As far as she knew, Xehanort had skipped town after Braig had supposedly stopped helping him.
"Are you okay?" Braig jumped when he heard Bianca's voice. "You look like you've seen a ghost." She asked walking over to the table. Braig flipped the page and handed it to her.
"I was going to write the note for Lea." He said quietly. She gave him a typical 'whatever' look and sat down at the table writing the note to Lea herself and flipping over to the front page. She ripped it out and shoved it in her hoody pocket. She wore her black jacket with white stitching and purple pants the hoody was zipped up so he couldn't see her shirt. They were quiet standing in the kitchen staring at each other. Bianca knew he had seen the page; she was trying to convince herself that he hadn't. Bianca gave a huff and went to Lea's room, putting the note on the bedside table, looking at Lea with his monster bedhead. She smiled some and laughed quietly, leaving the room.
She went up the back steps, avoiding the kitchen and went to her room, pulling out the piece of paper from her pocket.
"Why did you help him Dad? These people were innocent. What made you do it? What did Xehanort offer you that made you change so much?" She said, collapsing on the bed. She curled up. She had to know. She'd confront Xehanort later.
"Hey Bianca, we're leaving. Are you alright, Princess?" Braig said, walking into her room, he laid his hand on her shoulder. She turned over; he saw her eyes were red. A flash of her as a child when he came to get her from her grandparents went of in his mind.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked. She sat up, giving a huff.
"Nothing." She said, standing, giving him a smile. "I'm just thinking, that's all." She said. Braig gave her an odd look.
"Then why are you crying, Princess?" He walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, she wrapped her arms around him.
"Dad, I feel like everything is about to fall apart. I know that I shouldn't be acting all worried, but with what is hanging over me, I can't just be a carefree teenager." She said, starting to cry. Braig wrapped his arms around his daughter.
"Even if everything does fall apart, we'll stick together, fight it off, and come out on top again. I promise." Braig said quietly. Bianca looked up at him, a lone tear escaping from her eye.
"Alright," She stepped back, taking in a deep, shaky sigh. "I think I just needed to get that off my chest." She said quietly. Braig smiled, then ruffled his daughter's hair.
"Good, now let's get to the store, Isa is waiting for us." Braig said. Bianca smiled, they both teleported down to the car.
Driving into town, Bianca realized that the town was actually quite charming in the daylight, she had found it kind of intimidating and empty at night, of course it was about two-thirty in the morning when they had arrived.
Isa pulled into the local Wal-Mart. The three of them got out of the car and walked into the store. Bianca always felt weird going into a Wal-Mart when it was early in the morning. No one was there and it was eerily quiet. She walked beside Isa as they walked around the store.
Braig caught his reflection in one of the mirrors that Wal-Mart was selling in the toiletry area. He turned to the mirror and picked it up. Looking into his reflection's eye. It was more pronounced than his reflection in the coffee. He grimaced at his scar and eye patch.
"Dad, what are you doing?" He jumped, dropping the mirror. Bianca caught it for him via her levitation powers. She floated it back up and put it back on the shelf.
"Uhm, well. I've been using this scar cream and I was trying to get rid of this scar of mine. It isn't working." He said. Bianca gave one of those weird looks.
"I've been checking a lot, lately." Braig told her. Bianca rolled her eyes and walked over to him. Braig stood up straight.
"Isa and I are done shopping. We can go now, if you're done staring into mirrors." She told him. Braig smiled, laughing.
"Alright, let's go." He said walking down the aisle to the registers.