Things went as they usually did in the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee. Only one thing was different.

Cloud, Tifa, Yuffie and Cid were gone.

'Worldly-matters,' Aerith had explained with a smile when Leon had asked where they had went, the long-haired brunette then turning back to the pancakes she was making with Sora. The Kayblade-master flailed around a spoon covered in flour, making loud, fighting sounds, flour flying in every direction as the young boy jumped around the kitchen with a delighted shriek of 'I'm king of the keyblades!' and a triumphant laugh.

Usually Leon did all the heavy work with Cid, and possibly Cloud, but, now, the two blondes were gone. Pointing his Gunblade at a wall of solid rock that was in the way, the quiet brunette pulled the trigger. The work was harder, but, he could handle it.

Tapping away at Ansem's computer later on, Leon's fingers flew across the keyboard in a blur he didn't even recognise. His mind was elsewhere.

He wondered if they were okay.

Pausing in his typing and dragging a hand through his hair, the brunette heard a semi-electronic voice.

"Are you all right, Leon?" questioned Tron through the speakers, observing the human from a small camera connected to the screen in front of the brunette.

Letting out a sigh and rolling his neck, Leon nodded. "Yeah, just a little tired," he conceded quietly to the computer program. Usually, Leon would have never said that fact to any living human being, but, Tron understood that privacy was important to Users, and kept whatever Leon said to him secret, unless the brown-haired Gunblade-weilder said so.

"It's been a week since Cid, Yuffie, Cloud and Tifa left, hasn't it?" Tron picked up on Leon's train of though quickly, and expressed his thoughts on the matter. "They will come back," he continued. "We need them here. They're important."

The User looked away.

Tron found this movement interesting.

"You find one of the listed above more important?" the security program asked, taking in every subtle movement of Leon's; every muscle-movement, sway, and blink.

After a long moment, Leon just let out a loud, violent sigh and collapsed onto the ground, the back of his head smacking into the concrete floor, his arms lying flat on either side of him, one leg bent, the other not. Ignoring the pulse of pain in the back of his skull, Leon just rose an arm and placed it over his eyes.

"Are you okay?" asked Tron after a moment.

"No."

"Why?"

Just lying there on the floor, Leon let out another loud sigh, which sounded vaguely like a self-dissatisfied groan to Tron's microphones. The User just lay there on the floor, not moving, not speaking; just thinking.

Finally, after a whole eight minutes had ticked over on Tron's digital clock, Leon decided to speak what was on his mind.

"I miss him."

Tron's camera zoomed in on what could be seen of Leon's face, and could see that the User was chewing at the side of his lip in a destructive manner.

"We agreed. We said we'd forget," the User breathed to himself, his hands curling into fists. "I remembered the moment he left. Why'd he leave?" Leon let in a shaky breath and rose a fist, slamming it against the floor violently, a few tiny cracks appearing there.

"It's not fair...!"

"You love him?" Tron asked. Feelings and emotions were foreign to him, but he found himself understanding them from a logical point of view. They changed a person's opinion, for better or worse, it made them stronger, or it made them weaker. Leon felt so strongly about someone it made him crumple onto the floor and become weak without them. Tron supposed that whenever Leon was around the person, he was amazingly strong.

They were Leon's lifeline.

The User had almost ceased breathing. His chest only just going up and down every few seconds.

"... Yes."

The simple word hadn't been spoken. It was just said so softly no sound had come out, but Tron had caught the movement of Leon's lips by the camera. "Have you told him?"

Quite suddenly, Leon was on his feet and he threw his Gunblade at the closed metal door that separated the computer-room from the corridor to the elevator. There was a loud CLANG, and the door buckled, the blade having went completely through the thick metal, the handle sticking out of the door.

Bringing up his hands to clutch at his hair, Leon let out a slew of foul words that Tron knew that Users tried not to use. After the foul curses had finally died down, Leon just stood there, panting, hands clutching his hair, body shaking slightly.

Finally, Leon let his hands drop to his sides and he let his head fall back, staring up at the ceiling with blank, emotionless eyes, his hair in a mess that stuck up in all directions. "... No, I haven't."

"Will you do so in the future?"

Dropping his gaze to the floor, Leon bit his lip.

He didn't know the answer to that.

Mumbling an apology and removing his Gunblade from the wrecked door, Leon quickly turned and left, his head bowed, a hand gripping his hair again. Tron watched him leave, and the program frowned a little.

((TBC. Emo-Leon makes me die a little on the inside. My fingers downright refused to write this chapter, so, it's definitely not as good as I wanted it. Or as long. I'm currently writing the fourth-last chapter, so, there probably won't be any outrageous delays in posting. One every two days, as usual. Read and review, please!))