A/N: Alright. I know, I know. I suck at updating. But my computer's been on the fritz and a lot of stuff's happened in the last few months. So for everyone's enjoyment, I wrote a couple of little (longer than usual drabbles) for one up coming fic and Daylight Breaking. You'll know when you get to them. The First one is for Daylight Breaking and the next is for hopefully coming out soon fic for FF7 (which I realize does not go with Kingdom Heart's But I'm lazy. So there.) that's taking to long to become inspired past the first line! Grrr… :stalks off:

Disclaimer: I don't own it; I'm just playing with it. All rights go to Square and stuff.

/Insert a boarder here/

Drabble One: Sketch Book

It hadn't been touched in a while. A while meaning a couple of years before Cloud had arrived. Leon hadn't touched the dusty old thing until he brought it out of his closet on his day off from work and actually decided to look through it. It brought back a few memories. Not all bad ones, really, just… memories. Especially of someone he thought of as a real close friend.

The brunette's fingers ran over a sketch done in colored pencils. The woman in the drawing was smiling at him and her violet colored eyes were always so… interesting. Leon saw her from time to time. As a matter of fact, she lived here in the "Boarding House". And in this sketch she was just sitting on the bed with the sheets pulled up to cover her petite form after a rather good night of sex--- they'd been set up by Yuffie, but it never really worked out. Sex between them was just 'friendly' back then. Now they were just good friends.

Annai always was such a sweet and strong willed girl, but Leon could never be with anyone who was just like him.

Turning the page, the Gunblader came across a recent sketch. Dated to have been done about a month a go. There were more afterwards, though this one was by far his favorite. It was of Cloud sleeping on his day off when Leon had come home late that day. The blonde had been wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that Leon had given the blonde.

Leon had thought My god, he's beautiful. The memory was still fresh simply because it was often to see Cloud sleeping on his stomach as to not hurt his wing, which protruded from a hole cut into the shirt, and breathing in a nice in-out motion that seemed almost hypnotic. There were times when Leon would purposefully be a little late to see if Cloud was sleeping on the couch again. Though that often lead to thinking of other places Cloud could be sleeping; one such place being his bed, but that was beside the point.

The scared man smiled just a little to himself as he sat on his bed, looking down on the sketch of Cloud's sleeping face.

He decided he really liked watching Cloud sleep.

/Owari/

/I could think of a better boarder. Sooner or later./

Drabble Two: My Bloody Valentine

There was a light. Vincent remembered it because this is one of the nightmares that repeated itself in more or less the same sequence… minus the few changes in events here and there. And that light was where he was headed--- the light of consciousness. Vincent knew he wasn't really waking up. After all, Hojo is dead. Not alive and looming over him like he used too when he'd leave Vincent withering in pain… But then again, he wasn't looking through his own eyes anymore. They were someone else's.

"Poor woman… he's coming to see you…" Hojo is saying, so Vincent definitely knows he's not in his own body or looking through his own eyes.

The body he's in tried to choke out a reply (Vincent felt the sudden panic and hatred rise) but it only turned into a violent scream. And all of a sudden he was in a hallway. The momentary pain that had been surging over whoever's body he had previously been in was gone. Now he knows it's his body. Just a feeling.

A hand has hold of his much smaller one. He listens carefully, finding the doctor that his guiding him down the hall talking to him. "Now son… I got orders to fulfill. I really don't want you to see her like this…" The doctor says, then resumes to saying something under his breath about seeing a 'damn good-looking woman like that'.

The hall ends all too soon, leaving Vincent blinded by the sudden light in starch contrast to the hall. He catches a glimpse of himself through the glass of a large tube looking thing ---little boy features soft, yet calm and collected--- before actually seeing what was inside. He was nudged inside, finding the most beautiful looking woman sitting on the cold tiled floor, dressed in a simple cotton shirt/pants outfit. She's awake, luckily, the doctor is saying and he squeezes the woman's shoulder.

Red eyes. She has red, telescope eyes capable of seeing into the soul of Gaia itself. Vincent sees her smile before she actually reaches out to scoop him up. "How are you, Vincent?" She says. Vincent can see that the action has caused her to start bleeding in her torso area, the red liquid quickly spilling onto his own shirt. He grips her shoulders because he is unwilling to let her go, to leave her alone in this godforsaken place.

"Mommy… Does the scary man make you stay awake?"

"…How…? Oh… I'm sorry, dear. You must have been searching for me. I'm sorry."

Vincent feels his dream self sigh into the woman's chest. It had been just him and his mother as far back as he could remember. Considering that is a very, very long time to be with someone.

"Mommy, don't worry." He pauses, and then leans up to kiss the woman's cheek, getting silky strands of raven hair stuck to his lips for a brief moment. "I love you, mommy."

She's dozed off, he thinks, because she mumbles his full name with an apology. She was still pretty, though… Vincent's own bloody Valentine.

/Owari/

/Be the boarder. You are the boarder./

A/N: Yeah. I know. Not the happiest things in the world. But hey. It's just a drabble. Review if you feel like it.