After reading the Manga – for like the first time – I was a major anime person, I have come to the conclusion that I don't hate Sayaron as much as I thought I did. Man if you read too much of this stuff it could totally warp your outlook on things you really didn't care about before. Like don't ask me what this place has done to my thoughts on Aries in FFVII. I realize that I have made Yue more formal then in the Manga… but it fits him so well. LOL Well read and review.

What Was Meant to Be

Tifa Strifeheart

Chapter Four

Sitting in the room that he had first woke up in, Yue tried to piece something together from the very limited knowledge he had and the very little Sakura could tell him. Exhaling deeply Yue drew a hand through his silver hair. He paused in mid-movement and impulsively stood up. He slowly walked to the full length mirror that made up one of the wardrobe walls and stood before it. Silently, hands at his sides, Yue stared at the person he found there.

He was tall, that was apparent, but his height was the lithe kind. The kind that made him seem too skinny but something seemed to make up for that lack of height but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly that was. His hair was silver in color and fell was past his shoulders which was soft to touch. His face seemed to be perpetually cold – he thought of Sakuras face which seemed to glow even when she wasn't smiling – The sharp plains and angles that making it only seem colder still. Then there were his lips. At first glance they seem thin but a second glance told another story. Just looking at his lips he realized that he mustn't be a person who smiled very much. But the most noticeable thing about him had to be his eyes. A blue so light that when he turned his head they appeared violet and sometimes silver in the different light. He could almost see the barrier in front of his eyes that hid the bone chilling terror he felt inside. His eyes kept their secrets well. At that thought he stopped. What kind of person had he been that he been that he needed eyes that reveled nothing? To hide the thoughts that he couldn't even remember. He sighed and turned away from the mirror. Staring at his reflection wasn't going to reveal the secrets of his past. As he turned his eyes clashed with something he had been avoiding looking at him since Sakura had made her brief entrance this morning.

Sitting a top the desk top was a small plate of dumpling. She had brought them for him as breakfast and had let him know that she was going out to the groceries and would be back in a little bit. After he had stared coldly at the offending item for a while he realized that it wasn't going to disappear and had simply settled for ignoring it. Not long after, the room was filled with the scent of the fried delicacy. Now, staring at the plate, Yue had to acknowledge something that he had been avoiding. He had no desire to eat. Since he had woken up the day before he had felt no urge to eat. No hunger, no nothing. He was sure that that couldn't be normal. Warily, Yue made his way over to the plate and held his hands a few inches above to dumplings; he noted that they were still warm despite the fact that they had been sitting there for quite sometime. Gingerly he picked one up in thumb a forefinger and raised it to eye level. He peered intently at the fried food as if something would be revealed on the fried exterior. Face screwed up in distaste, Yue brought it down to his mouth and –

He jerked at the sound of the front door slamming shut and almost dropped the object that had so consumed him. With more then a little relief, Yue dropped the dumpling back into the plate and with the others. On impulse, he picked up his plate and carried it, and all the disturbing 'delights' that adorned it, out of the room.

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"Sakura!" Automatically, Toya turned around and locked the front door behind him. Placing a hand on the front door to keep his balance, he began to kick off his sneakers. Working all night shifts had never sat very well with him; the fact that yesterday had been a Friday had made the whole ordeal seem just plain wrong. "Yo monster. I'm bac-" His usual greeting to his sister stopped dead in his tracks and he stopped and turned to look back down the main hallway. He could have sworn that the tall pale guy that he had left upstairs unconscious last night had been standing in the kitchen door way a second ago. He must have realized that he had been discovered because he made his presence known.

"She isn't here." Toya dropped his bag on the floor so that it rested against the wall with taking his eyes off the person who made as much noise as a shadow. In all sincerity, Toya found that cold hard voice a tad unnerving but he'd be damned if he'd let this stranger know that. Easily, he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Where is she?" The man simply stared. After a moment past Toya was considering repeating himself when the guy finally spoke up.

"Who are you?" He couldn't help arching an eyebrow. He came to meet someone he knew nothing about sulking about in his home and was being asked the questions. Somehow tat didn't seem as ironic as it should have coming from this man.

"I live here. I know I should be the one asking you who you are…" He shook his head. "Look, are you fit enough to be on your feet." The man's light blue gaze sharpened and Toya stayed silent as they gave him a once over.

"You are Toya. You're Sakuras elder brother." It wasn't a question so Toya didn't bother to answer.

"So you are…"

"Yue." He kept quite a moment waiting for more. When no more was forth coming however he gave Yue a puzzled look.

"Yue?" The platinum haired man nodded; Toya scratched his head. "What is that all? Just 'Yue'?" He nodded again. Toya shrugged and, uncrossing his arms Toya strolled into the kitchen. Opening the fridge a glance told him that he wouldn't be receiving the help he needed for his hunger here. Closing the large appliance, Toya turned. "So where is Sakura?" Yue looked away from the oven and over at Toya.

"The grocery store." Toya nodded.

"Alright, then she shouldn't be too long. How long has it been since she left?" Yue shrugged.

"Almost two hours now." Toya opened his mouth to ask what Yue had been doing all that time but his stomach had other ideas choosing that moment to growl quite loudly. Toya sent Yue a blank look silently daring the platinum haired man to say something, what he did say however wasn't what Toya had been expecting.

"You are hungry." Again Yue didn't ask nor wait for a reply. Smoothly, Toya refused to use the word 'grace', Yue made his way across the room and to the oven, Toya noticed he'd been eyeing when he thought he wasn't looking. Opening it, Yue produced a plate of dumplings. They weren't much but at this point Toya couldn't care less. They were food. Accepting the plate, Toya gave Yue a questing look.

"How-"

"Sakura made them before she left." After a moment he shrugged and carried the plate to the microwave and popped them inside. He put an empty glass and a jug of water on the table under the watchful eye of Yue. A shrill beeping told him that the dumplings were done; he couldn't help noticing Yue's small start at the sound. Sitting at the table, Toya gestured for Yue to take a seat as well; he only hesitated a moment before settling down across from him. Cautiously, Toya bit into a dumpling. Sakura wasn't the world's worst cook, in fact she was quite an ok cook, but micro waved dumplings were not very high on his list of favorite foods. Glancing across the table, he noticed Yue staring at him with such intense concentration that swallowing suddenly became difficult.

"So Yue, tell me about yourself. You could always start with the reason why you were walking in the middle of a rain storm." Mid sentence Yue had begun shaking his head.

"I do not know. I cannot remember anything after anything from before the moment I awoke… nothing apart from my name." It took a moment for Toya to fully process what Yue was saying. It wasn't any lack of intelligence on his part but the calm, almost neutral, expression on his face that contrasted with what he was actually saying. In Yue's position, he would have probably broken down. For an instant his mind went back to his mothers warning.

"Well, I don't have final say but, I know Dad won't mind you staying here with us for as long as you need to. Besides it's not as if we'd dump you on the streets or anything like that." Looking at Yue, for the second time Toya felt that Yue didn't comprehend what he had said and, once again, was proven wrong as he got the response just as he was about to repeat himself.

"Sakura said something similar as well." Toya nodded and stabbed at another dumpling.

"There you go. I know Dad will be-"

"Hello?" The sound of the front door being slammed followed on the heels of Sakuras call. "Yue?" Burdened by two large bags, Sakura entered the kitchen. The sight of Toya and Yue sitting at the dining table stopped her and she just stood there staring at the two of them. She glanced down at what Toya was eating a curious look on her face. She was carrying the only food in the house.

"Hey Monster." She glared at her brother before then walking over to the counter and placing the bags on it. Turning, she placed her hands on her hips and gave both males a stern look.

"Toya… Those dumplings were meant for Yue! Yue, why didn't you eat them?" Toya stared at the almost plate and then at Yue with surprise and a tad bit guiltily. Yue shook his head and then shrugged.

"I apologize but I told you before that I was not hungry." Sakura rolled her eyes.

"You didn't eat last night and only the lord knows how long it has been since you last ate anything. You need to keep your strength up. Yue gave her a blank stare and after a valiant attempt to hold his gaze, Sakura turned away with a long suffering sigh and began putting the groceries away.

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"But don't you think that was a little extreme? I mean with next to no experience-" A halting hand stunted the flow of words. The room was small – maybe 6 by 4 – but was well furnished, a large fire place stood boldly on one side if the room a thick carpet covered the floor, heavy, rich drapes hung in front of the windows. None of the obvious signs of wealth meant anything to the two men sitting in it however. In fact, they faced one another as if nothing around them existed but no matter how heated their 'discussion' became neither of them could quite dismiss the other throbbing presence that lay curled up before the roaring fireplace. Silent yet, unusually dominating, neither man feared this being but he had been going through some 'bad' moods over the last few days and his rare temper was anything but pleasant. In truth it was on his behalf that they were here at all.

"He has experience." The younger male's voice was calm and authoritative. Even though the other man was older then him age wise, it was obvious who was greater then whom in rank. "He has read the books." The older male snorted something that was not usual for him.

"You know as well as I do that books aren't enough. They never were!" He dragged a hand through his hair. "What will he do when he realizes what he was 'born' to do? There is nothing that says that he will merely go with it. In truth he was always stubborn.

"This has to be done." The elder male sighed.

"I know. But does he have to do it alone?" Sudden movement that cast shadows alone the two men caught their attention as the formally still shape began to move. On four legs he stood up before stretching luxuriously. Slowly he turned to them, cat like eyes locking on each in turn before taking them both in that golden gaze.

"No it doesn't and no he won't." Those yellow eyes turned to the younger of the two men, and, in his own way, the oldest member of the entire gathering. "I came here so you could decide how to get me there in accordance with your plan. But if you can't I will go there my own way." Those eyes didn't turn away till the younger male nodded.

"Alright then." Delight twinkled in his dark eyes but apart from that his face remained blank. "But you will have to keep a low profile." He turned to the only other human in the room. ""And you, what do you think of teenagers?" Inwardly he smiled, everything was going better then he expected. This was more fun then he thought it would be.

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I don't want any of you to even try and guess the people in that last scene. That would be an insult to all of our intelligence thanks. Anyways how was it? Please Review. The more you review the more I feel like writing. Ciao