OK, the chappys seem to be getting longer, but here's your disclaimer anyway!

Kingdom hearts does not belong to meeeee, but I wish it did… -goes and cries- aaanyways, on with the story!

Chapter 4


Apparently, the fire had started when the lightning hit a tree at the side of the house- right next to Amy's Mum's room- and it had set on fire. It had tipped over, and set the house on fire. None of the firemen offered any explanation about why the other firemen were acting weird. They couldn't come to a conclusion about what happened to Amy's Mum and the 3 firemen, although they did try very hard. Everyone left the burnt room, but Amy stayed there and made a promise to her supposedly dead mother.

" I will avenge you" she knew that there wasn't anything to avenge on, except the tree which was now ashes anyway, and that it sounded stupid, but she also knew that there was more than meets the eye here, she just couldn't explain it. Scott and Laura went to live on their own, being 18 and 19, but Amy was sent to an orphanage, because she was only 15.

A year passed. Amy forgot her promise to her Mother, and lost all faith that her wish would come true.

All individuality was stamped out of her. She had been taken away from the house she had lived in for all her life, away from all her friends, and away from anywhere that she knew. Her orphanage was in a little town in the middle of no-where.

But one day, two travellers came, cloaked and apparently searching to adopt a 16 year-old girl. They were shown a not-so-long list of children, but they refused them all. Just as Ms. Smith, the old, fat, friendly owner of the orphanage put the files away, Amy's picture fell out. The man noticed it, and immediately picked it up and examined it.

"this is the one we want" the 2 people said, after the man had shown his girlfriend/ wife person.

"Oh, I'm not sure you-" said a blushing Ms Smith, not getting to finish her sentence, reaching for the photograph.

"This is the child we will take" said the man, quite sternly.

"She is a difficult child, problemed, one might say" Ms Smith struggled to find the 'right' words "to tell you the truth, we've had trouble getting anyone to adopt this one, so I've really just given up on her now"

"I see" said the woman. She was very beautiful, and her face was filled concern " may we at least see her? Talk to her maybe?" she had a warm, soft, comforting voice which lulled Ms Smith into saying

"Oh, alright then. I'll just go and find her. If you would like to follow me." She led the 2 to a room, with lots of cushiony red sofas and a coffee table in the middle.

"Sit down, make yourselves at home, you might be here a while. It takes a long time to get her out of her bedroom sometimes." Laughed Ms Smith. She ran, or jogged, as I said before, she is quite chubby, up the stairs, and banged on a door with a sign on saying:

'Do NOT come in!

PRIVATE!

Amy's room!'

"Amy" she called "there's two people here to see you"

"Tell them to sod off" replied Amy.

"I can't" said Ms Smith, worriedly "they look like they have travelled miles, and they want to see you"

"Well tell them to bugger off back where they came from and find someone else" said Amy. Ms Smith hesitated, deciding against telling Amy off for bad language, then opened the door. Amy was sitting on the window ledge, overlooking the garden, with a book rested against her tucked-up knees.

"Amy, darling" continued Ms Smith, then had an idea " I told them you had problems, you know, lacked those very important social skills, but it looks like I'm just going to have to tell them again…." She smiled, smugly and turned towards the door.

"You told them what!" asked Amy, menacingly "I don't have social problems!" she retorted, barging past and wrenching the door open "I'll deal with you later" she said, and with that, she rushed off, downstairs. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, almost running into Sam, a boy who lived with her in the orphanage.

"Watch it!" he said, aware of the fact that Amy wasn't in a good mood, and wouldn't tangle with her even if she was in a good mood, and he ran off.

"Make me" she called up the stairs 'I'll get him later' she thought to herself 'but now, I have something more important to do' She peered through the little window in the door, to see them there, sitting waiting for her. They sensed they were being watched, and quickly looked up, as if suspicious that something really bad might be watching. Amy dodged to the right of the window quickly, so they didn't see her. She took a deep breath, and walked in. The woman looked up and smiled, and the man tried, but just ended up smirking. He was brown-haired, an unusual style, kind of long and spiky. He had blue-grey eyes, weather-beaten skin and a scar going across the bridge of his nose. The lady had brown hair scraped back into a plait with a few strands hanging loose at the front. She had warm, bright green eyes. They both stood up, and outstretched their hands for Amy to shake

"Yeah, whatever" said Amy, plopping herself down on a chair. They were obviously surprised at how rude she was, but Amy didn't mind, because that's what she was going for. A long, awkward silence followed, broken only by the smiley lady saying

"umm.. I'm Aerith, and this is Leon."

"Oh." Said Amy, fighting the impulse to talk to these people. She failed miserably. " those are weird names"

"Thankyou." Said Aerith, smiling, and thoroughly pissing Amy off, which was actually her aim. "Well, it's good to be different"

"Right. OK. Whatever you say" said Amy, unconvinced. "I used to be like that, too. But then I realised, the harder you try, the less you stand out. We're all the same in the end, we all care what people think, no matter what we say. You try so hard, but all you get is pain. All you get is your perfectly happy family being ripped apart, by a force yo-" she stopped. "Why am I telling you this?" Aerith was just about to say 'go on, we want to hear' when Leon nudged her. A silence followed then he himself spoke, for the 1st time.

"You have a brother and a sister, but they live somewhere else. Why didn't they look after you?" he knew this wasn't a topic Amy was keen on.

"How do you know that? Did Smith tell you?" asked Amy, disgusted.

"Aren't you cross with Laura and Scott for leaving you here?" said Leon. "Come on, let it all out"

"What are you, a child psychiatrist or something? And if you really wanna know, they fought very hard to keep me outta here"

"They didn't." Leon said, as bluntly as possible "In fact, they sent you here specifically. They knew they couldn't protect you anymore, they thought you would be safe, but you're not. That's why we're here. But we can't tell you now." As much as Amy wanted to argue back, when Leon looked straight into her eyes, she believed him. She felt something in the back of her mind go click! Like a part of her which had been forgotten turned on or something." OK," continued Leon "Here's the plan. Tomorrow, we will take you out." He suddenly seemed timid "Is that OK? I'll explain then"

"I s'pose" said Amy, thinking she had nothing to lose, but not really concentrating on that anyway, more on that click. "Good night" she walked upstairs, and went straight to bed.