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Chapter 11:
The two men had a mystery on their hands, but they weren't alone in the mystery; Squall was standing on the fire escape of his small apartment staring out into the vague darkness of the city. His mind was still playing over the scenes and short glimpse he had caught of someone who he had left to be nothing short of a ghost or distant memory in another time other then the present.
"Why was he dressed like that? Was it even him?" Squall asked out to the silent, yet, bustling city sounds of the City.
"Talking to your self, again?" Sora stuck his head out the bathroom window.
"Ha, ha, very funny squirt," Squall started to come back inside as he climbed through the window.
"What were you doing out there?" Sora watched Squall make dinner for them, it was simply a meal meant for two.
He didn't want to get his kid brother's hopes in case the person he saw really wasn't who he thought it was and it would crush the kid to find out it wasn't who he thought it was. Something at the back of his brain was nagging at him to tell Sora who he thought the mobster dressed teen might be and that nagging wasn't due to Sora's whining or even slight shouts of fear.
"Squall, watch what you're doing!" Sora shouted as he looked for a way to extinguish the rising flames off the stove's range top.
"Oh man!" Squall quietly cursed to himself as he finally found a way to extinguish the small kitchen fire.
The discussion about the earlier topic was left forgotten as the two brothers tried to salvage what was left of the less then tasty looking meal in front of them as they gagged down the burnt meal. Family meals tend to bring families together and it was apparent among the Organization XIII family; all its members were assembled and enjoying one another's company, some less than others.
There was talk about what could be done to make sure their sheer force of power and reputation did not die out because it was reaching its moments of questioning about the strength they had.