ShadowedDarkness: YAY! I remember where I was going with this now! XD

Anyway, I hope all of you wonderful reviewers keep being wonderful and reading….and reviewing. I know I'm terrible and a pain in the ass with the updates, but I promise I'm not stopping the story.

Ah well. I'm trying. And special thanks to all you reviewers who haven't given up on me yet. I love you guys! Much to the love!! So here, this chapter goes out to you.

P.S: It's come to my attention that people on fanfiction are quite confused about my gender XD I guess I have myself to blame for that for never really saying weather I was male or female. BUT, I just want all of you to know that I am a girl. Yes….a scary fangirl….(cackles)

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Memory

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To take a shower--perhaps it had been an awkward request, considering the circumstances. But it made perfect sense in my mind to wash off the glass and blood from myself, the tears, what I had done, the pain and guilt. But the washing of my body wasn't working, not metaphorically anyway.

The lights were off. I hadn't bothered to turn them on.

I stood there quietly under the spray. The sound of running water usually calmed me down; I could feel my stomach twisting as snakes writhed through them. What right had I to be at peace? After everything, after…after…oh God.

My clothes felt heavy as they plastered to my skin. I hadn't bothered to take them off.

A wave of dizziness assailed me and I could vaguely feel myself sinking to the bottom of the tub, sliding till I lay flat on my back so I could see the steam swirling above my head, water hitting my face. The black dots in front of my eyes swam in and out of the spray, dancing with the mist…

I closed my eyes.

No, I wasn't being attacked by the static. It was humming contentedly at the back of my mind. Proud…proud of all its past achievements.

My breath hitched at the thought and I squeezed my eyes tighter. Gods, how sickening was that?

But I was still confused at my one memory. Why was it that, in the one…with the …death…of my mom… that I was always crying that they took him away? A brother…

I had one of those?

Frustrated, I banged my fist against the bottom of the tub. Remember? What was the purpose of that? Nothing. It cleared up nothing.

It just resulted in more questions…

I was pulled out of my thoughts at the sound of a knob turning and the abrupt stop of feeling water hitting my body. Opening my eyes, I blinked confusedly upwards, "Wha-?"

Riku was looking at me with an expression I couldn't read. "Sora…you've been in here for half an hour."

"Riku…" My voice was horse and came out barely above a whisper. "Are you still mad at me…?"

Startled, the silver haired teen sighed. "Oh Sora." He knelt down beside the tub and leaned forward, his arms wrapping around me. "Why would I be mad at you?" He wondered softly, lifting me into a sitting position. But he didn't let go. And I was internally grateful for that.

"…because of…everything…"

"Sora, it's not your-"

I felt my stomach churn. "Yes it is!" I cried, pulling away. I deserved to be hated. Because yes, everything was my fault. "I'm sorry I cried…"

He just frowned. "Sora…"

I looked down at my lap. "About the… angels…"

Riku froze and he inhaled sharply. Oh, so he remembered. Shaking his head, he slowly pulled me towards him again. "I'm getting you all wet…" But he didn't seem to care. At my words he just pulled me closer, held me tighter.

"Sora, how long?"

"A day." He pulled away to look me in the eye. "He will be here in a day. Seifer…" I looked down at my hands.

He didn't ask me how I knew. He already knew why I knew. The static told me so.

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Riku gently pulled me into the chaos that was my living room. I froze as Riku went to pull me upstairs. He stumbled slightly and looked back at me; a questioning look graced his features, one eyebrow raised. "What's wrong?"

I ignored him. I ignored the 'drip' of water running off my body and hitting the floor. I was too busy concentrating on my mother's frantic form--rushing from here to there-- with different objects in her hands, hurriedly shoving them into boxes. She wasn't doing what I think she was doing, right? "What are you doing?"

She looked up briefly before flitting back to what she was doing. "Sora honey, pack your things-"

"Mom…"

She walked past, dropping one of the picture frames I hadn't destroyed into a box carelessly along with other things that were important to her: like her wedding picture, a few memory books, and a pair of boots. "-most of the boxes are still in your bedroom-"

"Mom."

"-so get you're clothes together. When you're done with that, bring some boxes down here. We're leave-" She picked up the small fishbowl the goldfish, Momo, swam frightfully in terrified circles as she made to drop it into one of the boxes. Her hands were shaking.

"Mom!"

"-ing immediately. We can come back for the furniture and-"

"Juliet!" She froze, her hands still gripping the fishbowl. "Mom, you can't put the fish in a box." She looked down, a silent 'oh' passing her lips. "Besides, you're not going anywhere."

She looked up, startled. "What? Of coarse we're going somewhere! It's happening again, only this time a person is coming after you and we-"

"Mom!" I held up my hand to stop her. "You don't get it. There's no 'we'. 'We' aren't going anywhere." She made to interrupt me again, but I shook my head. "Unpack everything because I'm the only one going to be leaving."

"What?!" Riku and my mother chorused in alarm.

"You guys don't get it!" I cried, frustration building, static humming. Pulling at my hair, I internally growled at the infernal thing to back the fuck off. "You can't come with me. No matter where I go or how far away I run, they will always find me. Always." The room fell silent. It was only then that I noticed Leon behind my mother, in the kitchen. "Running isn't working. It's never worked, only stalled for some time. I'm tired of running and I'm tired of ruining everything you've work so hard for. New houses. New jobs. You don't deserve that. I'm tired of seeing you so bloody freak'n tired! I'm tired of people around me dieing and I swear you are NOT going to be one of those people!"

I didn't realize how loud the static had become or that I was yelling until Riku gently pulled me into a hug. "Calm down."

I blinked at the arms around me and slowly looked up.

"You're eyes are red." He said softly, squeezing me ever tighter.

Closing my eyes, I slowly took deep breaths. Relax, relax. Just calm down…

Re-opening my eyes, I wish I hadn't looked at my mother. She was crying. Again. And again it was my fault. "I'm sorry." I whispered, my hearts clenching, throat not working right. I swiftly threw myself up the stairs, vaguely aware Riku was following me.

I didn't want him to follow me.

I was leaving him too.

"Sora, you can't be serious." Riku finally said when we had both entered my room and he had shut my door.

Stiffly, I walked to my backpack and dumped it.

"You can't go by yourself."

Grabbing a random pair of pants, I rolled it, and jammed it quickly into the bottom. Eyes searching for a shirt.

"Damnit Sora!" A hand grabbed my shoulder and jerked me around. "Listen to me!" He cried, his other hand ripping the backpack out of my grip.

Eyes narrowing, I was ready to give him a similar speech to my mother's.

Both of Riku's hands gripped my shoulders as he shook me. "No damnit! No!" And I gasped as he crushed his lips into mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth at the opportunity my gasping had given. I went to pull away. His eyes were shut. He pulled me closer. The kiss was teeth and tongue and anger, fear, passion…

I felt overwhelmed by its intensity. Oh gods, it burned. Moaning and light headed, my eyes slowly drooped and I kissed back with everything I had. I couldn't think straight. He pulled away for breath, kissing the corner of my mouth and down. Lips leaving a fiery trail down the side of my neck, sucking on my exposed collarbone.

My eyes rolled. Shiit. My hands coming up to entangle themselves in silvery strands. "Oh."

He pulled back up and, licking the shell of my ear, whispered slowly into it. "You are not leaving me. Not again." And I couldn't help the shiver that ran up my spine at his possessive tone.

He reached down, lips brushing against mine…

We both jumped away in surprise as the window flew open with a bang.

I walked slowly towards the window. Looking out at the dark sky, I frowned, nothing was there. Reaching forward, I went to shut it when a hand grabbed my wrist. I shrieked.

As unmanly and girly as that sounds….

Riku ran forward, but I already knew he wasn't a threat by the wings and the flashing blue eyes. I took in his appearance even as Riku pulled me backwards and toward his protective arms, a snarl of warning on his face. He was blonde.

He looked just like me.

He stared at me. "You need to come with me."

Riku growled. "Like hell he will."

The other completely ignored Riku, flexing his wings in his own warning. Aqua eyes finally noticed them in shock. "You need to come with me. Sora." He said, proffering his hand.

I nodded. "I know." Taking his outstretched hand, I smiled. "You must be my brother."

The blonde blinked. "I suppose," and smiled.

He pulled me toward him. Riku grabbed my wrist. "Where are we going?"

The blonde looked at him, then me. "To help," was all he replied before dragging the both of us through the window, onto the ground. "To Diz."

And with that, and a flash of light, we were gone.

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ShadowedDarkness: Holy shiz. Alright, I'm done writing for now. My fingers aren't used to typing so much…

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Sora: (cries) What the hell are you doing to me?

ShadowedDarkness: (grin) You'll find out….eventually….

Sora: Why am I not reassured by that demonic glint in your eyes…

Riku: Ummm….review please. I'll give you a hug! (insert waggly eyebrows here) Shadows is to busy plotting Sora's demise to ask herself.

Sora: o.O What's that supposed to mean?!

ShadowedDarkness: Ku Ku Ku Ku