Author note: Wow I haven't updated this fic is about three years! I hope people still want to read it. I wrote this chapter tonight and just had to get it up asap. I know the beginning and the end so the middle is coming very slowly. But I do have the end written so I just might post that alone. Hope you enjoy. I mean come on I also gave up hope for this fic.

Chapter Six

Laguna awoke to the most horrible sound that he had ever heard, the sound of screaming. The screams were as if someone was being torture to death. Until that moment in Laguna's life he couldn't remember ever hearing such a sound, and then it hit him exactly where the screams were coming from. Rosie!

Laguna has cursed his bad leg before this point, but this until this point his life he could deal with it, until this night when his leg was keeping his from getting to Rosie all the quicker. Laguna raced through the halls of his palace berating himself for putting Rosie's room so far away from his.

He searched his mind for a reason Rosie could be screaming in terror. She must have remembered something about herself, something that had better left forgotten. Flying past darken doorways and halls that led to nothing. Laguna couldn't take the time to curse himself from forgetting to grab any form of light to light his path. Not that he didn't know the way around his own palace; he had walked the halls at this time of night before. When memories refused to be silence. Finally there before him, her door. Three steps, one, finally, the screams had been silenced by now. There was nothing but the sound of Laguna's heavy breathing and his thumping heart. Slowly not wanting to open the door, to acknowledge the scene he knew would be lay out before his eyes, Laguna pushed the door open and with a deep breath and stepped inside.

The room was in disarray; books cover the floor they're pages crumbled and torn spines laying up the pages sweeping the floor. A table was over turned, the vase that was on top now shattered the flowers torn and dying the water forming a puddle on the carpet. The bed was completely dissected the sheets half on half off the bed no longer tucked neatly over the mattress, and the pillows throw every which way.

The farther Laguna tiptoed into the room the more likely he expected to see the body of Rosie, torn apart like the room. There in one darken corner of the room Laguna found what he was searching for. Rosie lay as if asleep, her head pillowed on her arm her hair in a sweep strands falling over her eyes and her mouth softly parted. What could have cause this? Who could have wanted to cause Rosie harm? No one knew she was here, no one knew her! She didn't even know herself! Damn it! A million thoughts and curses ran through Laguna's mind.

"I took her in, I was suppose to protect her!"

Beside the room being the way it was there was no other signs of attack, no blood, or weapons of any kind could be found, or the person that did this. Laguna searched the room from top to bottom, knowing that he should call for Kiros and Ward, and knowing if he did the fact that Rosie was dead would be pounded home to him.

"Another person you couldn't protect, Laguna!"

Laguna found himself hovered over Rosie not really knowing where to go from there. Reaching out a hand he gently brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes. Smoothing he hand down her cheek it was all he could do not to brake down into sobs.

"Why are you acting this way? You don't know Her she just some girl off the street. Damn it, Laguna! Stop! She's no one, and no one knows her."

Yet even as Laguna tried to believe these thoughts, he knows that it isn't true.

"Someone knows who she is, and I'm going to find out who. It's the least I can do now."

Laguna slowly sunk to his knees, his hand still on Rosie's cheek, now more then ever he could feel his leg protesting. Just as he was about to call put to his two best friends, he realize that the cheek beneath his hand wasn't cold, in fact it was warm!

"What the hell!"

Laguna at this point moved his hand around to the side of Rosie's neck, yes! There, strong and steady a heartbeat. Kicking himself for not checking earlier. Laguna cries out at the top of his lungs for Ward and Kiros. Gathering Rosie in his arms he slowly starts to stand. Only stopping suddenly when he feels Rosie start to stir, crying out softly. Laying her back on the floor, Laguna slowly runs his hands over Rosie body checking for any broken bones. To Laguna's amazement Rosie starts to wiggle, Laguna holds on to her tight now wanted her to inure herself by moving. Calling Rosie's name softly, Laguna rubs his hands along her back, willing her to wake up.

Rosie cries are getting louder until she suddenly comes to and shouts, "Sir Laguna, that tickles!" before bursting into laugher.

"What the hell! Rosie are you are right? What's going on here? Who did this? Are you hurt? Did someone try to hurt you? Was something in your room? Who caused this mess? Are you sure you're alright?"
Rosie's laugher was only a slight chuckle by then. " Sir Laguna I don't know how you expect me to answer your question, when you won't even give me room to answer one!"

At this point Laguna realize that he was holding Rosie against his chest so tightly, he was surprised she could even speak, so much as laugh. "Sorry."

"Wow, only one word, are you sure you don't want to say more?" Rosie teased The blush on Laguna's cheeks spread to the tops of his ears by this comment.

"I'm sorry, I just heard screaming coming from your room and when I got here, I found it like this!" Laguna swooped a arm in the direction of the overturned table and broken vase. Before looking down at Rosie again.

This time it was Rosie's turn to blush. "I'm sorry, Sir Laguna, nothings wrong and I'm sorry I screamed."

"But why?" It was all Laguna could think to say.(For once) Laguna couldn't understand how could the room be in such disarray if there was nothing wrong.

"Well you see Sir Laguna I remember something about myself." This was said followed by a cheeky smile on Rosie's face.

"You did, that's wonderful! What is it? You can tell me, it's perfectly alright." Laguna's words tumbled out of his mouth.

"Well if you ready want to know." Rosie smile completely over took her face and she was all out beaming by this point. Slowly edging herself up and out of Laguna's arms she wander over to where a large pile of books were falling over each other on the floor.

Laguna trying not to notice how empty his arms felt without Rosie in them followed her.

Rosie hopped onto the pile of books and gave them a little stamp. "Well for one I love books, and the other" peaking at Laguna, Rosie motion towards the books at her feet. "I HATE spiders."

With that little announcement Rosie hopped off the books and skipped her way to the bed, pointy burying herself in the covers.

"I'll clean up in the morning, Sir Laguna. Good night."

And with that Rosie shut her eyes and was quickly sleeping. Leaving Laguna standing there in the middle of a room that had been torn apart, after having been awoken in the middle of the night by screams that no one should have to hear, to come running to the aid of Rosie like some knight of old. Of having all that fear and doubt. Only to be rudely awaken.

"A spider. Wow didn't see that one coming."

With this Laguna slowly made his way out of the room, stepping over the broken bits of glass and the fluttering books. Letting himself out with one last look at his sleeping princess,

"Sir Laguna indeed."