"Roxas! Come back here, you bastard!"

A boy with sandy-blond spikey hair, an arrogant face, a green shirt, and camo pants yelled.

The boy who he was yelling at,. a boy with spikey platnum hair and had a thing for black and white checkers, as well as taking a liking to baggy pants. His face showed some sort of childishness and maturity. His crystal blue eyes could pierce right through you if they tried.

"Over my dead body Hayner!" Roxas yelled mockingly.

He kept running, through the center plaza, and to the sandlot, though making sure his counterpart was still keeping up with him. However, in the Sandlot, he tripped and stumbled on something.

"OY!" He yelped, and went crashing into the sand, dust clouds surronding him, giving his face a sandy color. He spit out the sand from his mouth, brushed himself off, his zippers jingling with each delicate brush of his hand.

He stood up, waiting for the dust clouds to clear to see what he had tripped on.

A girl around his age was curled into a ball on the dirt, her clothes covered in dust. Her face was badly scoffed with black, and her eyelids looked swollen.

He was mezmerised by the sight, however, a voice tore him away from the girl.

"GOT YOU!"

"HOLY SHI-"

Hayner jumped on Roxas's back, scaring him senseless.

"Heheheheh, scared you did I now?"

Hayner smirked as Roxas lightly smacked him in the head.

"Idiot! We have another problem!"

He pointed to where the girl was.

Hayner's smirk instantly dropped into a serious face.

"Oh, I see what you mean now."

"What do we do?" Roxas asked worriedly, "We can't just leave her here."

Hayner cupped his mouth in deep thought. After sometime, he came up with a solution.

"She could stay at the Usual Spot."

"But, who would stay with her?"

"Well, we could all spend the night there. How about it?"

Roxas chewed his words.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan. Now, help me carry her."

They both stood up, brushing the dirt off their clothes. Slowly, Hayner lifted the girl up. They walked with extra care to their hangout.

"You're back." A girl with a unique chesnut-brown haircut, emerald eyes, and a motherly like face walked up to them.

"Hey Olette." Roxas said.

"And who's this?" Another boy appeared from behind Olette. He too, also had a unique hairstyle, binded together by a blue headband. He was, a bit pudgier than the rest, but his face had a nice, friendly tone to it.

"Well," Hayner set her down on the couch gently, "We don't know entirely either."

Roxas sat down on the chair.

"We kind of...just found her in the Sandlot."

"Is she alright?"

"Well, I don't think there's any lasting damage. Though her face is scoffed badly in black."

"Wonder what happened to her." Hayner threw darts, each one perfectly hitting the center.

"Perhaps Seifer and his gang beat her up?" Pence threw his idea out.

"Maybe. But, she doesn't look like she's from around here. Plus, that's unlike them to beat up a girl."

Olette nodded.

"Perhaps..she got attacked by those mysterious creatures. You know, the ones that stole our photos?"

"Probably. Well," Roxas began to walk to a closet, "Whatever the reason, I think she she needs to rest here for a while. We'll all spend the night here as well." He pulled out blankets and pillows, slowly handing them to everybody.

Roxas walked to where the girl was. He laid a blue comforter on her body.

"Goodnight, Reki."

"Roxas? You know her?" Hayner said puzzled.

He turned around, also confused at what he said.

"Uh..well..." He said, trying to look frantically for a explanation, "It's kinda hard to explain, the name sort of just popped into my head."

Hayner shrugged.

"Well, we'll see in the morning." He pulled the covers over his head. "G'night, everyone."

"Night!"

Olette switched off the light.