Sorry it's a tad late, thanks to my awesome beta, my reviewers and Sarah XP

I paled, why was I here?

The familiar basement my 'family', as they referred to themselves anyway, kept me locked in. What's going on?
"You never should have existed," a voice reached me and I cringed. The voice taunted me.
"Death God." what's happening? I thought all of this was over.
"Let's make it like you never existed."
"Just go die."

"No leave me alone." I heard myself whimper slightly. I back into the corner of the basement; shadowy figures took another stepped forward for every one of my steps back. My back hit the wall, but they kept advancing. I braced myself for the coming torture that usually followed. I sunk to the ground.

I think I've started crying.

I'm scared to wipe my eyes though.. they might take it a resistance. I had learnt for from my previous mistakes.
"You aren't even human, just disappear, Sora." One voice spat vehemently at me. This can't be real. Something must be wrong. I can't breathe. I'm starting to feel panicky. I have to get out of here. Now! I subtly move my eyes around the room searching for the way out. I spot the door, but I couldn't possibly make it there without being seen by... whoever they are…

Maybe I should just make a break for it. I shift slightly, readying myself. I can do this, can't I? I jump up and dart to the door.
"Sora!" I yelped and fell through the open door. I hit the floor. I heard a click from behind me. I roll over without thinking. A gun… Yukimi's hand gun is pointing at me. I swallow audibly.
"What the hell are you doing here, filth?" I flinch. What is going on?! Someone help me... I open my mouth to say something no sound comes out.
"Piss off!" Yukimi yelled at me. "Just get out. Right now, scumbag!" I jump up and run through another, conveniently placed door.
"Sora..." Get away.
"Sora." No. My name isn't Sora!
"Sora!" Stop calling me that! I fell to the ground. Clutching my head, I writhed on the ground. "SORA!" I let out a scream. "Yoite...?" I stopped convulsing on the ground. Am I hearing things now? More than I was before? That voice didn't sound at all frightening. It sounded worried, calm, soothing.
"Yoite?" I looked around shakily.
"Sora!!" The intimidating voice is back, calling me.
'I'm not Sora anymore!' I sat up... sweating, panting... It was just a dream. Whew.
"Yoite?" I jumped and pushed myself into the furthest corner of my bed. Wait. The dream's over. Calm down.

I looked around briefly, my eyes fell onto Miharu. Breathe. I looked up at him.
"Are you okay, Yoite?" He asked. I simply nodded… I was still rather shaken.
"Oh well... anything you want to talk about?"
"Not really." it's not really something I want to talk about. It sounds stupid, oh whoa! Deadly voices saying things that wouldn't bother a normal person but makes me cry. I flopped down on my bed, my alarm clock told me that it was too late to be awake, I don't even feel remotely tired though.
"It's okay. Well if you ever wanna talk about it..." He smiled at me.
"You'll be the first I call then…" not that I would ever make that call but, I'm feeling a tad flippant.
"Yoite?" Miharu looked over at me; I hope he doesn't ask about my dream or anything I may have said while I was asleep.
"Hm?"
"What's your favourite colour?" Miharu he's sleepy, odd and random. "Uh I've never really thought about it. Um… brown? Maybe dark red... or dark blue. Why?"
"Just curious," he smirked rather crookedly at me. Is he planing something? "What's your favourite animal?"
"I guess a wolf... or a fox. Something like that. What's with the questions?"
'I just want to know more about you. Besides your name and that you're quite attached to your cap, I don't know anything." I smirked slightly. So what if I was fond of my hat? Okay then, my turn for question asking.
"So then, what's your favourite colour and animal?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant.
"Well. My favourite colour's green, and my favourite animal would have to be my pet cat."
"Oh okay. Anymore odd questions?" I asked and Miharu looked thoughtful for a moment, as if having an internal debate with himself. "When's your birthday?"
"It's September, the 10th"
"Oh okay, mine's 25th of May... uh so now what?"
"All out of questions?" I can't believe I'm talking so much... going as far as to joke with him.

What has the world come to? Earlier this afternoon (or yesterday, depending on how you look at it) we hardly spoke at all.
"Ah of course not. I just don't know what to..." he trailed off… I guess he didn't want to get close to the touchy subjects. Neither do I.
"Okay so do you want to go back to sleep?"
"Are you going to go back to sleep?"
"Probably not for a while..."
"Then I won't either." Miharu said confidently. I'm suddenly feeling hungry. Time for an extremely early breakfast…
"I'm hungry. Want me to bring you up something? Or do you want to come down?"
"Ah. I'll come down with you I suppose. I'm not hungry though… I'll supervise."
"'Kay."
What to eat? What to eat? Hm… I don't want to make anything, might wake up Yukimi. And nothing's open at four am. I yawned and continued 'hunting' around the kitchen.
"We've got nothing." I half whispered to my on-site supervisor. He just shrugged. Some help he is. He looks tired though.
"You should go back to bed Sl- Miharu." I almost let his nickname slip.
"No I'm-" He yawned "-fine."
"Sure you are. Just go back to sleep. I will be fine. I'm a big kid now."
"Yeah... if you insist," He yawned again. "You sure you'll be... okay?" he's mumbling again, maybe it's just the tired-ish-ness... tired-ish-ness? I must be really tired if I'm saying things like that.
"Yes. I'll be fine. I manage just fine every other time."
"So you have nightmares often?" Aw man. I said too much. I guess I'll have to say a little more then.
"Yeah I guess. And I do just fine. Go to bed Sleepy." I tried to sound light-hearted, hoping he'd just let it go.
"Ah yeah...I'm going..." He stumbled his way back up. I may as well just give up my hunt for food, there is absolutely nothing; I'll eat later.

I made my way back up to my room. Miharu looks like he's asleep already. I climb back into my bed trying to focus on happy things but my mind just wonders. Why does Miharu want to know anything about me anyway? I'm not anybody important. Who am I anyway? Ugh let's stop that thought now, it's not something I want to be thinking about. Tomorrow, I mean today, is Saturday. What am I going to do with Sleepy all day? Uh well, we could um… do something? Gah. But what something? I'll just sleep. Deal with it later. Sleep is good. Thinking is bad.

I rolled over in my extremely comfortable bed. Nngh I don't want to get up.

Sitting up I look out my window. The sun is already rather high up in the sky, I glance over at the clock, I wasn't expecting to sleep 'til eleven. I should get up.

I begrudgingly get out of bed. I heard booming laughter from downstairs. Yukimi... I look around my room. Miharu wasn't in the little makeshift bed we made on my floor…

I stumble down the stairs, still half asleep. As I got down the stairs I smelt something really, really quite nice I think I'm almost about to start drooling. I poke my head into the kitchen. Yukimi and Miharu talking about something or other, Miharu's cooking again. Jeez what a bad person I am. Making the guest cook... not that I cook too well, and Miharu can obviously cook much better than me, as he demonstrated with his cooking last night.
"Hey, Yoite. Have a nice sleep in?" Yukimi said as he saw me walk into the room.
"Yeah. I suppose."
"Well, go get ready."
"Uh what for?" I quirked an eyebrow. Were we doing something?
"Well it is almost noon, breakfast, or lunch, is almost ready, you have bed hair something fierce and I because I said so." he waved a hand towards the staircase, shooing me away.
"Yeah okay... I'm going, I'm going." As I trotted back up the stairs I heard Yukimi and Miharu chuckle. Not fair, picking on a person who has just woke up. Yukimi is twice as bad as I am before his coffee.

I got back to my room, grabbed some clothes and went to take a shower.
After my shower and other 'getting ready' sort of thingy's. I ducked back into my room and grabbed my cap. Heh. It's such a good cap, I smiled ... wait. I'm talking about a cap like it's a pet or something. I head back downstairs, they are already eating. Oh man I'm hungry. I rush to the table and grab my plate. Heh, it's such good food... wait. Didn't I just think that about my hat? I think I've lost it.
"Sorry we didn't wait for you Yoite, but you always take forever in the shower and I was hungry." Yukimi says between mouthfuls. I just glare at him and continue eating.
"So what are you two doing today, Yoite?" Yukimi says getting up. Food still on his plate, what a waste!
"Uh well um... I don't know." I said, just about finished eating.
"Well, I have to go out today. Visit my publisher and go see my sister and all that now, so have fun."
"Yeah, okay." I nod, grabbing my plate, looking at Miharu. He eats at a normal pace so he'll be a few more minutes.
"And Yoite," Yukimi calls, practically out the door.
"Yes?"
"No drugs, no alcohol, no wild parties... wait, wild parties are okay, but only if I'm allowed to come too." he grinned at me.
"What's a wild party without drugs and alcohol?" Well, guess it seems I'm in an odd mood today. Thinking weird things and making jokes, I might even start laughing manically today too.
"Ah true... hm... okay, fine. Wild parties, alcohol and drugs are allowed as long as you don't get arrested, and you clean up afterwards. See you!" And he's out the door.
"Heh. So um what do you want to do today then Miharu?' I looked over at him, he's still eating, not that I blame him, I'd savour it too, it was awesome.
'Uh... well... we could just hang about," He smirked "Or throw some wild parties, drugs and all." I smiled ever so slightly.
"If you clean afterwards, party all you want."
"Hah...no I'm just joking, so parties are out, what do you usually do?"
"I usually just walk around town or just hang around the house." I waved a hand, my weekends are full of excitement.
"Want to go for a walk then?" he asked, finally finishing his food. I grabbed his plate and dumped it in the sink, I'll wash it later, and I have to be somewhat useful.
"If you want to…"
"I'm asking you." he steps in front of me, he's kind of short… actually.
"But it's up to you." I say, as I go out into the living room and jump down onto the lounge, Miharu comes over and sits next to me, giving me a mock glare. "Okay then. Let's say, it is completely my choice, and I have completely decided. I am just asking what your honest opinion is." He said, failing at trying to sound official. I just sigh and roll my eyes.
"Okay then. Let's go." I jump back up, readjust my cap and motion to Sleepy to get up.
"Alrighty then." he smiles and follows me towards the door. Slipping on our shoes, and we walk out the door-- wait, forgot to lock the house. I quickly grab my key and lock the door. Now we're out the door.

We've been just wondering for almost an hour, currently we're in a green, leafy rural area covered in trees, lots of houses and the occasional shop or park. Miharu turns to me.

"So where do you wan-" He is part way through saying before I trip. I try and grab onto someone's fence to steady myself but I hit a statue out the front of someone's house. I pick myself up off the ground. Shattered plaster or whatever it is all over the place. Uh... should I go tell whoever it is, that I broke their thingy? I should I suppose. Dang I'm clumsy.

"Yoite, are you okay?" Miharu comes up next to me.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Should we, uh, do something about this?" I gestured to the big mess I made.
"You little idiot kids! What the hell did you do?! Bloody vandal children!" A old lady came out screaming that, among other profanities at us (which I'm going to conveniently leave out), waving a bid wooden broom at us. Crap.
"It was an accident!" Miharu and I both say at once.
"As if you little idiots!" Screamed the Old Lady, brandishing her broom. She starts heading out towards us, her face turning red and veins popping. Ew.
"Piss off. You little assholes!" Now she starts charging at us.
"Yoite, now I think would be a good time to run." He whispers. He is hardly finished before we turned to run. That seemed to annoy the Old Lady even more she screamed some more, and I felt something connect, hard, with the back of my leg. I yelped and fell to the ground. It was the handle of the broom. I saw the Old Lady standing over me, I lifted my arms up to cover my face. I felt the handle of the broom connect with my skin twice more, once on my side and the other on my stomach. I felt one more crack as the handle rapped over my skull. Stupid psycho broom-owners. I think I heard someone call out to me but before I could comprehend anything else, I passed out.