Here we go again! Now, some of you may have noticed that I removed the RokuShi bit from the summary. Why, you ask? You'll see.

We were greeted by a dark-haired, very buxom woman when Cloud opened the door to his house. My guess was it was his wife, Tifa. My guess was confirmed when the two of them started making out, oblivious to my presence. I grimaced. I really didn't need to see this.

Evidently Cloud saw it, because he guiltily detached himself from his wife. "Sorry. Introductions. Sora, this is my gorgeous wife Tifa." That earned him a loving glance from her. "Tifa, this is my nephew Sora Hikari."

Tifa walked calmly towards me and extended a slender hand. "Welcome to Radiant Garden, Sora."

I grunted noncommittally.

Sensing that I wasn't going to shake hands, Tifa huffed slightly and walked towards the staircase. "Roxas! Xion! Come down here!"

There was a shuffling of feet on the second floor as my new family came down. The boy, Roxas, had spiky blonde hair, a trait he inherited from his father, apparently. His eyes, like mine, were a deep blue; his clothes suggested he was a skater, while there was a bandage on his left arm. I raised my eyebrow when I saw it. In CO, bandages on the wrist meant one thing… I'll let you guess what that thing is.

The girl (the one Cloud never told me about) had short black hair and blue eyes. She was much shorter than Roxas, suggesting that she was younger. She wore mostly black, which suggested something else to me. Again, I'm gonna let you guess.

I elbowed my uncle as they walked down the stairs. "Why didn't you tell me about her?" I pointed slightly at Xion, speaking through clenched teeth.

Cloud looked at me. "In all honesty, I forgot." He walked forward to his family, putting his hands on his children's shoulders. "Sora, I'd like you to meet Roxas and his half-sister Xion."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Half-sister?"

"Well…" Cloud laughed somewhat awkwardly. "Roxas is the, uh, by-product of my first marriage, to Aerith. Xion is my child with Tifa."

"Why are you so awkward when you're talking about Aerith while I'm around?" Tifa asked, her hands on her hips. "You know I don't really care about the fact that you've been married before."

Roxas gave me a sympathetic look. "You wanna get away from here? I bet my friends would like to meet you."

I shrugged. "Whatever."

**KH**

"So who are your friends, exactly?" I asked Roxas as the two of us, accompanied by Xion, walked towards the skate park.

"Well, there's Riku, the resident pretty-boy," Roxas replied.

I raised an eyebrow.

"He has girls falling all over him on a regular basis," Xion chimed in.

"Right…"

"Then there's Axel, who's arguably my best friend," Roxas continued.

"And is also a mild pyromaniac," his half-sister added.

"How the hell can you be a 'mild pyromaniac'?"

"Ya know, I've been asking myself the same thing for a long time. Anyway, there's also Kairi, who's like a walking, talking beam of flowery rainbow sunshine."

"Happy-go-lucky?"

"Not exactly," Xion disagreed. "She just makes people feel better, usually by accident."

"Accident?"

"Her mere presence is enough to make any person, man or woman, feel ten times greater than ever they did before," Roxas proclaimed in a melodramatic tone, which made Xion giggle. For my part, I smiled for the first time in three years.

"Anyone else?" I asked.

"Well…" Roxas blushed suddenly.

Xion rolled her eyes. "Naminé. She's an amateur artist. She's always drawing in her notebook. Also, Roxas is slightly in love with her."

"Slightly?" I asked incredulously, looking at my tomato-red cousin.

Roxas laughed awkwardly. He broke off when he spotted a small group of people sitting near a bench. "There they are!" He said it in a hurry, as if he really wanted to talk about something else.

"Hey!" A chorus of greetings came at us.

Dimly, I heard Roxas introducing me to his friends. Not that I was paying much attention to him. I was busy looking at a girl.

No. Not a girl.

The girl.

Yep, very short and sweet.

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