Kingdom Hearts: Destiny Unleashed

Author's Notes: Chapter's up, now~ I have to say, I REALLY had fun with this one xDDD I think I like writting fighting scenes.

Yay! Three more days, and then this story will seem more like Kingdom Hearts! xDDD

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story, other than Bailey Strife. Please do NOT steal this story in any way, shape, or form, and if you would like to use my character, please ask.

Chapter 3: Day Three

The majority of the morning was filled with checking the libraries, citizenship records, and every other source of information I could find that related to the dream I'd had. Unfortunately, I didn't get very far. There was absolutely no record of any person named 'Cloud' in Twilight Town, or in any of the surrounding towns. One person I tried asking ended up hanging up on me because they thought that I was asking for an actual cloud that was walking around.

I ended up getting very angry with the phone because of that.

The only records I could find about any fires were just for individual, small fires that burnt down only one or two buildings. None of them were or any towns that burnt to the ground. I even looked up any records of any girls going missing during a fire, but either everyone had gotten out of the building of the fire, or they'd located the missing girl not too long after.

No matter where I looked, or where I turned, I always ended up at a dead end. Maybe it really was just a dream, after all… But if it was, then why was I having it over and over again in the same exact specific detail? This didn't make sense. If it really was me, then there would be some record of those events… It's as if I don't belong on this world.

After getting nowhere, I decided to stop for the day and get something to eat, having skipped breakfast this morning. I sat down at an outside table at a restaurant and looked at my notebook, poking it a few times,

"You're useless, you know that? I'm finally able to remember that dream because of you, but I still can't figure out what any of it means… Stupid notebook. I hate you."

At that moment, as if in retort to what I'd said, a fierce wind blew by and blew my notebook open, making the loose pages in it scatter. I jumped and dashed after the flying pages,

"No, wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that! I love you! Please don't fly away!"

I have to admit, I probably looked like an idiot chasing after the floating pages, shouting at them and ending up tripping a few times. One of them flew around my head in a circle, and I followed it quickly, reaching out to grab it, and ended up getting dizzy after spinning too fast, too many times. I growled before jumping after them,

"Get back here!"

When I went to reach for one of the notebook pages, a boot stepped down on it to prevent me from grabbing it. I frowned and looked up to see a bandaged Seifer smirking down and laughing,

"Are you seriously talking to the notebook pages?"

I frowned deeply as a girl and boy stepped up next to him, a smaller boy toddling up behind them.

The girl had red eyes and short, silver-ish hair that covered her left eye. Her blue, sleeveless shirt zipped up down the middle, and her tan capris went passed her knees and closed around her leg, showing off her faded purple shoes. This is Fuujin, better known as Fuu. She's 17, two years older than me, and one year younger than Seifer. I don't know too much about her, since she doesn't seem to like to talk about her past. One of her biggest traits, though, is the fact that she speaks in one worded sentences. On a rare occasion, she'll speak in two word sentences… But like I said, that's only on rare occasions.

The older boy on the other side of Seifer was rather tall, and very muscular. He had dark brown, short hair, a bit of facial hair on his chin, brown eyes, and a tan complexion to match. He had an orange sleeveless shirt with black leafy designs outlined in white, blue-ish grey sweatpants with a number 8 and dark red stripes down the sides fit loosely and fell over his white and yellow sneakers. His wrists sported white and blue sports wristbands, and a silver chained necklace hung around his neck and held a lightning bolt pendant. This is Raijin, also known as Rai. He's 18, like Seifer, and is, unfortunately, in my class. I thought Hayner was bad, but this guy? Wow. He's not all too bright, but he makes up for it with strength. I swear, the guy probably works out at least 10 hours a day, or something… maybe that's why he doesn't get good grades. One of my biggest pet peeves about him is the fact that at the end of all of his sentences, he always says 'Y'know'. Even in his essays, he always says 'y'know'. It annoys the hell out of me.

I glared up at Seifer as I tried to get my paper, but he just pulled it back, not wanting me to get it back, just yet

"Buzz off, Seifer. I don't have time for a moron like you."

Seifer glared at me, Rai growling and holding up a fist,

"You can't talk to Seifer like that, y'know!"

"Yeah, you still owe me big time, for that deck in the face yesterday, girlie. So I wouldn't go around calling me names." Seifer scoffed

I raised an eyebrow, rolling my eyes,

"Oh? You're the one who provoked Hayner to the point of violence. You deserved it. Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to get that paper back, so please move."

Seifer's eyes narrowed as he smirked, towering over me to try and intimidate me.

"Make me."

I frowned before grabbing Seifer's leg and pulling it out from under him. A few people stopped and stared as Seifer fell to the ground. I grabbed the paper he'd stepped on and sighed as I stood up,

"Great, now it's got dirt all over it. Thanks a lot, Seifer…"

Fuu and Rai helped Seifer up, and he growled, glaring at me as I went to go put the paper back with my notebook. Seifer wiped his mouth before growling,

"I didn't want to have to do this, Bailey. But you've really ticked me off… Thrash her."

Vivi jumped as Rai suddenly bolted forward, raising a fist. I frowned, looking to the side before I grabbed his arm just before he punched me, pulling him over my shoulder and slamming him onto the ground. He coughed at this before yelping as I picked him up, whirling around and throwing him back at Seifer, sending them both into the wall. A few people who'd stopped gasped at the fact I was able to throw someone much larger than me. Seifer coughed before growling and trying to push Rai off of him,

"Get off me, you idiot!"

Yet another crowd was forming, which made me sick. Why is it that these people are so quick to form a crowd as if this were all for show?

Fuu frowned and turned to me, eyes narrowed as I stood before her. I picked up another one of my papers as she ran at me. I ducked as she swiped at me before standing up and side-stepping as she ran at me. She stumbled forward and ended up getting stuck in a trash can, looking like she was sitting in it. She groaned as the lid to the trash can fell off her head, showing that she was covered in garbage. She looked down at herself, frowning,

"Disgusting…."

I went to go pick up another paper before looking up at Seifer as he stood in front of me, teeth bared as he snarled,

"That is it, Bailey. No more mister nice guy!"

My eyes narrowed as I looked at him. By this time, an entire audience had formed, and a lot of them were the ones who'd witnessed Seifer's fight with Hayner yesterday, and were wondering how I was going to measure up to him. This time, Seifer had no struggle sword to fight with, so he lunged at me with clenched fists. I side-stepped his blow and put the papers in my vest. He whirled around and clocked me over the head, making me stumble to the side. I rubbed the newly formed bruise and turn, eyes narrowed as he bolted after me. I growled

"Fine, if that's how you're going to play."

I caught his fist in my hand, and when he swung the other at me, I caught that as well. I started to bend his fists backward, making him grit his teeth. He growled before bringing up his knee, trying to get my stomach, but I jumped back. Seifer glared at me, wiping his mouth,

"Come on, quit playing around, and fight!"

I glared at him,

"I shouldn't have to! I don't want to fight if there isn't a reason to. Just leave me alone, Seifer."

I turned and went to go grab my notebook, and the crowd all grumbled to themselves while starting to disperse, thinking that the fight was over. Seifer turned, growling,

"Oh, so you're going to run away, huh? Just like that coward, Roxas?"

I stopped in my tracks, and this made him blink, a smirk finding its way onto his face,

"Wow, I didn't think that a fool with no memories could get so sensitive about a coward."

I gritted my teeth, fists pulling tight. My god, this man just knows how to get under your skin, doesn't he? I turned and threw the worst death glare at him, making him flinch slightly. He whistled a bit,

"Wow. Now doesn't that remind me of someone? Yours is nothing special, though"

I bared my teeth,

"Seifer, I swear if you say one more thing, I will rip you throat out."

Seifer scoffed, grinning evilly, testing to see if that were true,

"Such an empty threat, from an empty person. Now I know why Roxas left. Who would want to be around an empty shell like you?"

I was in front of him within seconds; slamming my fist into his face and sending him stumbling back before I raised my leg high into the air and brought my foot down on his head, making him double over. He gritted his teeth before slamming his fist into my head, splitting it open and making blood stream to my chin and stain parts of my hair. Within the next moment, it was all out war, and I didn't even notice the crowd coming back, getting larger by the moment.

I grabbed Seifer's head by his hair, his hat having been thrown off once again, and I spun him around, throwing him into the ground. He choked before jumping when I came over, slamming my foot onto his stomach. He growled before grabbing my ankle, pulling my foot out from under me and making me fall to the ground, hard. I landed flat on my face and ended up getting a bloody nose, making it to where I had to breathe through my teeth in order to get oxygen.

He got to his feet, going to slam his fist down, before I shifted my weight and spun my legs around, both knocking him to the ground, and getting back onto my feet. He quickly got back to his feet as well, and we both stepped forward, each about to throw a punch. I tried to dodge his, but we both ended up getting hit, him in the nose, and me in the cheek. We stumbled back from each other, Seifer stumbling back to the only wall that wasn't full of crowding people. I was fast, and got to him in a flash, starting to throw punches. He dodged as best he could, making me slam my knuckles into the concrete wall. I didn't care, just ignored the pain and continued to try and slam my fist through his skull. After a few times, He managed to knee me in the stomach, making me stumble back. My knuckles stung badly, blood running down my fingers, but in my rage I was numb to the pain.

I swear I am going to hit this guy so hard he'll be knocked right out of that provocative streak for good.

Seifer was quick, running after me to land another hit. I turned and glared at him before raising my fist and swinging, hitting him as hard as I could and hitting him square in the face, again. This time, I broke his nose, and he stumbled backward, dizzy from the punch.

"I… Can't lose… I'm…-"

Within a second he went tumbling down like a tree that'd just gotten the last strike from the ax.

Fuu and Rai had finally broken through the crowd that'd kept them at bay, and they were beside their leader within moments. Rai growled when he saw how much of a mess his leader had become and looked up at me, growling. He was about to speak up, but when I looked at him with the rage in my eyes, he swallowed hard and looked back down, thinking twice about his decision to go after me. I turned and stalked over to the table where my things were, and the crowd quickly spread apart to give me room. I grabbed my things and turned to head home, the crowd all going back to what they were originally doing. One group stayed where they were, though; all of them staring at me with wide eyes. I frowned, stopping and staring ahead as Hayner and the others all stared at me in shock. I looked back at them briefly before I looked down again, heading off.

... There was no way I could face them.

After that, I locked myself in my bedroom. I sat there, awake in my bed, just staring at the ceiling for what seemed like years. The pounding of my headache probably didn't help matters much. My whole body ached from the bruises and cuts that were scabbing over.

My phone kept ringing throughout the night, and I sat there, listening to the answering machine pick up over and over. People calling either to cheer me on or scold me. Hayner and the others called the most though, seeming to be worried about me.

"Bailey, please pick up. Look, I don't know what happened, but it's alright. Just pick up… Please?"

I listened to Hayner continue on, before he ended up getting cut off because his message was too long. Ollete tried next, then Pence. I didn't move, just stayed there in my bed.

I was ashamed of myself. I mean… how couldn't I be? I'd just gotten into one of the biggest fights the town had seen outside of the struggle matches, and that's not something to be proud of.

I'd sunk down to Seifer's level, letting myself get caught up in my anger.

In truth, I was never really good at controlling my emotions; my anger especially. Ever since I could remember, I'd always struggled hard at trying to suppress my anger. This time, I'd failed.

I'd let my anger get the better of me.

The phone rang again, and this time it was Seifer leaving a message, sounding rather pissed.

"Listen up, Strife! Unless you decide that you want to apologies, I better not see your face around, aga-"

I picked the phone up off the receiver, just to slam it back down again, hanging up on him.

I can just imagine the look on his face, now.

A smirk appeared across my face and slowly turned into a grin as I started to chuckle myself. Before I knew it, I was laughing my head off.

I have to say… Beating the crap out of Seifer?

It felt pretty damn good.

To be continued