As I havn't updated in forever, and the next chapter is only about half-finished because of computer problems, here is a... Filler. *Shudders in horror* But seriously, this entire chapter will be me fiddling with writing styles and levels of formality during flashbacks. ^_^;; Half of it's probaly's gonna be junk, but what the heck! It's a filler.

However, for all that it moves the plot forward about zilch, it does have some plot *points*. So I'd read it anyway. ^_^;;

Lily: *Thriving in the angst and depression and metaphores* This is MY kind of story!

Warning: Flashbacks. Lots of them. Taking place about a year after Neko gets her Keyblades, making her eight, Takeo nine, Anzu seven, Oni ten. And pushing of the pg-13 rating, to more like R or so, for suicide and other such cheery things.

Dis: ~Bid my blood to run! Before I come undone! Save me from the nothing I've become! Bring me to life... (I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside) Bring me to life!~

Maybe I should change "Disclaimer" to "Random Song of the Day." Ne, whadda you think?

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TRANSALATIONS:

Onegai: please

Anou: a sort of hesitation noise

Nakanaide: You're crying

Imouto: Little sister

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Experimental

Plot Filler- A Little Broken

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"Hey, Neko?"

"Yeah, Seph-dono?"

"Why do you hide everything? You keep it all inside, but if you do that too long... You break apart."

The girl looks down, sinking deeper into the large chair. The midnight-dark leather seems to make her even smaller. She doesn't respond.

"It's scary to break, Neko."

She sighs, turning her beautiful perrywinkle eyes towards the tall man. "I know. I've been broken for a long, long time now."

Looking down before he sees the sine of wetness in her eyes, she sighs again.

A long silence. "Does your brother know?"

"Sort of. Not really. I haven't told him... He doesn't say anything. You're the first person who has."

"Just... Try to pick up the peices. It's going to be really, really hard, you know.

"Maybe..."

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I cried in a corner of his room, the glow of sunset painting a bloody streak across the wall.

I couldn't even remember what the argument was about. Something silly, but you had been so stubborn. And I lost a little bit of my calm- I had started yelling- you had yelled back, tears flooding your faded eyes. Then you just screamed at me, throwing blunt shards of coldness every direction, sheilding yourself from anything. I slamed out, but I heard you crying...

When you didn't come out for a day, I was worried. I went to Aerith,and she went to your rooms...

I didn't think we'd ever be able to get the blood out of the pale carpet.

There was so much, lying all around you, blending with the melted ice to make a dull pink pool. You were unconsious, you wrists barely nicked, but enough to let some of your life spill on the floor...

Aerith said that if we had been even an hour later, you would have been beyond recovery. Kami, I still don't know how long have lasted after that... I went to Sephiroth, and he got a look on his face.

"She... She really broke altogether." He had looked down on me, I had looked up at him, the man I had grown to trust so much in just a year, and he saw how close to hysterics I was. His eyes widened. "Oh, Takeo, hope that..." He kneeled in front of me, touched the side of my face, wraped his arms around me as I started to cry.

"Hush..." His wing curved gently around me, the black feathers comfortingly close, and tears continued to spring unbidden from my eyes.

You once said that I cry quietly, and that I look an absolute horror while doing so. I think I must of then, because Sephiroth looked away even as he held me comfortingly close. He held his arms even tighter aroung me, litfted me so that he could sit in one of those black leather chairs.

"How could she?..." The question is interuppted by a hiccup. "My sister... She's only... she's my only..." I cryed harder again, burying my face into Sephiroth's shirt.

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The little boy cries to me, his thin, pale hands clutching to my trenchcoat, face pressed into the grey cloth of my shirt. I don't know what to do, he keeps on sobbing out fragments of sentences, and all I can really do is wrap my arms around him and try not to cry myself-

:: Why? :: is the only thing going through my head, :: Why would she give up so soon? :: Neko, not yet nine years old, and she's willing to take her own life...

She's just a child.

"You're all only... children..."

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:: My wrists feel funny. ::

:: They're aching. ::

I'm tired. I don't really feel anything... It's like a dream, but crystal clear, and it doesn't hurt. Almost more of a... Dream...

"Why?... Just... Tell me that. You're so young..."

The voice... It sees so familiar...

:: Anou... I guess I am young... ::

A quiet sniffling.

"Takeo, she's going to be alright. She just... lost some blood..."

"Sephy... Could you leave me alone? Just for a bit..."

"... Alright."

:: Takeo?... What does he want?::

"Neko..." His young voice strains against his tight throat. "...You didn't... have to do this..."

I hear him sniff again.

"Onegai... "

My eyes drift open. "Takeo? Why did you say please..."

His tear-stained face drifts over me, looking so far away, but so very close... Kami-sama, he looks dreadful.

"Anou... nakanaide..." My hand drifts up. I'm confused by the snowy bandages, wraped so tightly around my wrist, but I touch his damp cheek.

He draws in a sharp breath, then clutches at my hand. "Imouto-chan... Don't ever leave me alone again... Onegai..."

A tear falls onto my face.

~~ Owari... for now. ~~

End of the dreaded filler. ^^;; I'll try to update chapter 4-13 soon, 'kay?

Ja ne!