Sora yawned softly, hands covering his mouth. Lying comfortably in the light blue velvet couch, he flipped through the magazine that arrived the day before yesterday. Squall had gone out to do buy some 'decent' clothes for Sora. He snorted softly. Throwing the magazine away, he decided to go guy hunting for a while.

Opening his oak wood closet, he searched through the clothes he had borrowed from Namine and Kairi. Picking a blouse, that didn't stick to his figure too much, he put it on quickly. A white skirt with embroideries at the bottom, reaching just above his knees. Putting on just a dab of lip gloss and make-up, he slung his backpack of his shoulder.

Leaving a quick note, he scribbled on a piece of paper, telling Squall he was going out. Slipping on his combat boots, below his knee caps, he jumped out of the window in the kitchen.

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Squall Leonhart checked his watch. Most likely Sora would have left to find Demyx. Of course Squall Leonhart knew Sora's adventures in the outside world. He would come home, pieces of papers stuffed in the back pocket in his backpack. Sometimes would come back with a scowl on his face, but most of the time a devious smirk. They were likely to be planning some prank on Seifer.

Squall handed his money to the clerk. He knew of Sora's cross dressing and didn't really mind. How it started…was after Kairi and Namine threw a cross dressing party. Sora had many secret admires, but was never one to really love them. Kairi and Namine were Sora's best friends since he moved to Destiny Island. He had found entertainment in hitting on guys, getting their phone numbers but never phoning back.

The drive back was short, and as expected, Sora had left a note, saying he was going out. After putting the bags in Sora's room, he went to fix dinner. Half way through the soup, a sound of crashing caught ears as he exited through the sliding doors and into the backyard. The living room's window had a huge hole in it, glasses of shards hanging on for dear life, threatening to fall. Squall's face contorted from calm, to anger, then in a split second, calm again. Rushing footsteps on the other side of the fence, and soft scolding were getting louder and louder. Four heads popped up from the fence. If Squall was a normal person, he would have jumped. But he wasn't. He stared at them with his hazel eyes. The woman, who was smart enough, broke the tension.

"I am so very sorry" she said, eyes pleaded for forgiveness. "My sons are very out of control sometimes, they end up breaking everything in sight" she laughed at the stares she was getting from her sons. "We'll pay…"

"No need" Squall sighed. It wasn't her fault she broke it. "I'm sure they didn't mean it" he waved it off.

"Are you sure?" she asked. Mina Strife was never one to just leave it as it is. "We can treat you to dinner" she smiled sweetly. "What's that burning smell?" Squall's eyes widen as he ran back inside, Mina Strife following.

It can be that bad Squall stared at the burnt food.

"Well…" Mina Strife huffed. "Guess you will be staying at my house to eat" she smiled that reminded him of Yuffie. Squall sighed, all women were the same.

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Sora had talked with Demyx, a blond whose hair looked like a Mohawk, with blue eyes. They were to meet up at this one club, only to find it closed. Sighing, they decided to visit the park. Kicking the wood chips underneath, Sora pouted.

"Come on Sora" Demyx whined. "Don't get mad" Demyx slung an arm around his shoulder. Sora sighed. He couldn't stay mad at him, wasn't his fault.

"I'm not, just that I won't get any food since Leon's going to cook food for one" now he was the one whining. "Guess I better get home, better late then never" waving at Demyx, Sora made his way home.

You're pathetic Sora…really pathetic a voice sneered in his mind.

Startled, Sora almost dropped his bag. The voice laughter continued.

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"Is something wrong with him doctor?" 10 year old Squall, or Leon, asked, voice laced with worry and concern.

The doctor in the white coat put his materials down. Sora, the brunette, lay on the medical bed, face pale. His blue eyes closed, turning into deep sleep. Lips millimeters apart, his breath came into deep gulps.

"You might want to take him to a psychologist" the doctor shook his head. "He has experienced a lot of trauma and can't seem to hold it in" a small whimper came from the 6 year old Sora. "It's better to let it out" Leon gave the doctor a sad and rare smile.

Caressing Sora's brown locks, he took a seat next to him. Staying awake the whole time, he watched as his breath evened out. Sighing in relief, he let slumber take control of him. He would make an appointment with Aerith later.

SWOF: well…not my best, but atleast someone cares and reviewed. OOOOH today's my b-day! I'm finally 8! We had a party and lots and lots of presents!!! Thank you so much Crazydrawinggirl, I love you bunches!! Dang I'm chipper today...