Sorry folks for the wait, I didn't intend on that happening but my motivation flew out the window and it's still not that back, but that's okay, I just want to write something for you guys. So I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Don't own KH

'Not all those who wander are lost'

~The Lord of the Rings

Xion

Nearly four years ago, she had met a man of intimidating stature that had introduced her into the world of which she now lived- that of dealing and collecting. In those four years she had never completely grown comfortable around him whenever she saw him, and she would often bring with her a knife when she knew she would see him, and shoved it in her left boot as a precaution. His name was Xaldin, and he was not a man to be taken lightly. The man had come to her in the night, around a year after she had arrived in the city, and he had demanded things from her that she did not have. When she explained to him that she did not have any drugs, he offered to show her a new world of enlightenment that she would not regret discovering.

The raven haired college student, after struggling for months with bills, school, and feeling happy, hesitantly took the pills the man handed her. The next morning she awoke confused, with an empty wallet and half naked in a bed that she did not recognize. It terrified her to the point that she left in a hurry, locked herself in her apartment, and did not eat for three days. She did not return to school for a week, and barely avoided failing her classes. She only stayed in school long enough to acquire a minor in English. But before her time in school was up, she returned to the world that she had experienced on the terrifying night. A man with blonde hair by the name of Luxord met her when she was hurrying home one night from a party. Unlike Xaldin, he sat with her on a bench near a closed shop and talked with her. He explained to her that he was waiting for a 'package' from a friend, and when she unsuspectingly asked if he was waiting for the pills that she had tried; he looked at her like she was a friend.

Luxord brought her to his house, and explained to her that if she could sell those wonderful little pills to his friends, she would get money. She could in turn use that money to get herself any kind of those pills, or any array of other things he told her about. Xion was not stupid; she had gone to grade school and heard all about the dangers of drugs. She was also now aware of how vulnerable drugs leave you. But she vowed to tame the pills; she would learn to handle herself when she took them, and in turn never be left in the position that Xaldin had left her in. She had agreed to take the pills again, but not before she made him promise to protect her from someone.

When Luxord asked her who it was, she told him a man by the name of Xaldin. At the mention of his name, Luxord's eyes darkened and his voice lowered, even though they were the only two in the house. He explained that Xaldin dealt most of the drugs in the area, and he was not a man to be trifled with. She didn't tell Luxord about the night that Xaldin had given her pills, but she simply told him that he had scared her once. He nodded and told her to stick with him. After that night she never went out at night with her college friends. She stuck with Luxord, who quickly became her only friend. Throughout the next three years they bought and sold those magic pills, along with an assortment of other substances that took Xion off to another planet. They ran into Xaldin sometimes, and she met others who headed many of the exchanges that happened, all of which frightened her, and she stuck to only speaking when spoken to, unless it was Luxord, of course. She flew through her life as if she were sailing through a blur of endless late nights, classes, and emptiness. Before long, she forgot what it was like to be happy all together.

The day after she met with Yen Sid, Xion awoke at the crack of dawn after being up with clients for most of the night selling and then collecting her own goods. She scowled and wondered why she was awake so early when she'd barely gotten any sleep. One look out the window of the church she had been sleeping in told her why; there was a thunderstorm raging outside. The sky was coated with thick clouds that rushed at the rising sun and covered it in a matter of minutes. It was soon just as dark as it had been the past night. Before the rain started Xion huddled up on one of the pews, holding her blanket close to her body. She shivered as the first strike of lightning beamed across the sky.

Contrary to many of her old friends, she found the sounds of a thunder storm quite calming, and let the sounds of thunder and sheets of rain to comfort her and pull her back to sleep. Or at least, almost to sleep. Just as she was about to float off into a dream, she felt a hand clasp her shoulder lightly and she jerked into consciousness and sat up with a start.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't need to frighten you." A voice said, and she groggily glanced up at him. Xion immediately did a double take, widened her eyes, and yelped. She jumped back and slapped her hand over her mouth. The man standing in front of her looked exactly like Roxas. The Roxas look-alike raised an eyebrow and held his hands up, "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise!" While she immediately disbelieved that comment, she shook her head and mumbled, "I'm sorry, I'm just…you look like someone I know." He nodded slowly, and hesitantly sat next to her, leaving a good foot of room in between them. "That's fine…don't you have a place to sleep other than here?" he questioned. She shook her head and didn't say anything, instead she pulled her blanket closer to her face and closed her eyes. "Wait, don't go back to sleep yet!" he exclaimed, and she lifted one eyelid.

"What's your name?" he asked quietly. Xion held her breath for a few seconds, before she answered, "I'm nobody." He glanced at her blanket, the duffle bag holding her possessions on the floor, and then back to her face, "I'm Ventus. My friends call me Ven, though." The woman blinked, not sure why he was telling her his name. He kept talking, "If you need a place to stay you can stay at my house. I mean, I can't let you stay here forever." She glanced around him, and noticed for the first time a janitor's cart behind him in the aisle. "Will you're pastor kick me out of the Holy House if I stay?" Xion asked bitterly. He didn't respond right away, in fact, he stood, and she thought he would leave her there. But just as she was sure he'd turn away, he explained, "You can come with me if you want, you can crash in my guest bed until you want to leave, or you can stay and be asked again to leave in a few hours by someone else."

Xion blinked again and thought through her options. She decided that she would sleep for the day at the blonde's house and leave that night, whether or not the weather permitted it or not. She stood slowly and picked up her duffle bag of clothes. "That's what I thought." He said, and she followed him through the down pour of rain to a small house about a block away. Ventus lead her into a cramped room that held a bed and dresser. She waited until he left before she pulled out a bottle of water, one of her pills, swallowed it, and fell into bed, and slept soundly.

Kairi

Before Kairi went to sleep that night she lay in bed and prayed to whatever deity was up there that she could be done with life. While she'd been working that night she noticed that all of the men watching her looked upon her with a certain degree of greed in their eyes. And for some unknown reason she found it incredibly unnerving, and she had almost frozen on stage. But she hadn't, and she'd barely finished her dance without crying. Once she got off stage the only thing that flashed behind her blue eyes were the looks of those men. Throughout all of her career as an exotic dancer that look had never bothered her, she had never let that glimmer in those men's eyes get to her. But something inside of her had changed, and she found that look horrifying, and she wanted nothing more than to cry and scream at them to stop looking at her.

Kairi made her way to the bathroom, tears collecting at the corners of her eyes and spilling sloppily onto her rosy cheeks. Once she reached her destination, she bent down, and shoved two fingers into the back of her throat, and the contents of her dinner reappeared in the porcelain bowl. She washed her mouth out with the sink water, and then told her manager, by that time full on sobbing, that she had just gotten sick in the bathroom. She was sent home without another question.

The red head dreaded the thought of work the next day, and she choked back a sob so that she would not burst into hysterics again like she had while driving home. She did not know what she would do, and she didn't really know what on earth she was going to do when she had to see that look in a new crowd's eyes tomorrow. What was wrong with her? All throughout high school she had loved it when boys had looked at her, in college, too. When boys would stare at her as she danced, even when she moved to work in the club, it had never bothered her to the extent that it had that night. Was she going crazy? Was she finally experiencing karma for everything bad she had ever done? There were no answers, and she let her hands fall over her face and she began weeping again, while the city went on around her, oblivious to her sobs.

Roxas

"Roxas, you have to go find her." Axel exclaimed once Roxas had finished telling Axel about Naminé. Roxas immediately shook his head and snapped, "No, you don't understand, she's gone now, she hasn't contacted me in three years, and even when we were friends, she wasn't interested!" Axel scowled at his shorter friend, and crouched against a large gravestone. "Did you ever ask her? I mean, did she ever tell you yes or no?" the red head asked. Roxas groaned, "NO, but that's not the point-" "Roxas, that is the point! You never asked her, and she never confirmed or denied your feelings. Listen, sport, you've gotta go after this lady friend of yours and get her back." Axel interrupted. The blonde frowned, "But axel, I don't even know if she's still on the islands! And if she is, what if she's dating a guy, or married?! What the hell am I supposed to do then?" The taller man replied, "Hey, chill out, buddy. What if she's single, huh? What if you never figure that out because you were too damn scared of talking to her?"

Roxas thought this through for a moment, and finally told his friend, "I'll think about it."

Well I certainly hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I do hope you'll all forgive me for being so late with this chapter. As always, review, favorite, etc. and have a wonderful day.

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