Chapter 12: Walking In Andante

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-April 3, 2009-

Sylvia's POV

When I began to gain consciousness, I cursed my friends to hell and back. Who thought it was a good idea to leave me on the concrete ground after passing out from drinking?

Wait...

My eyes shot open to a starlit navy sky, buildings surrounding me. I sat up quickly. Groaning, I held my pounding head in my palms, digging the heels into my temples, "Fuuuuck..."

When the pain subsided, I cautiously reopened my eyes. I was a spacious alleyway. A large box sat beneath a ledge a few feet away. That looked familiar.

Why was that familiar?

I gasped out loud. Wait. Wasn't I just in the hospital? What the fuck? I scrambled to my feet and stumbled out of the alley, using the walls and various crates as leverage. The full square came into few and I screamed. This wasn't a dream.

A few teenagers, adults, and children who were walking, standing, or sitting looked up. I ignored them. Well, if you could call staring them down ignoring them. I walked closer to the stair case. Each of them backed away, avoiding close proximity. The children ran away completely. I frowned, walking down the stairs and stood in the middle of the square. What was happening? I looked around with narrowed eyes before they rested upon a silver building at the top of stairs with a large sign.

Accessory Shop.

"No fucking way." I breathed out, "No. Fucking. Way."

I couldn't get my feet to bring me to the doors fast enough. I ripped open both of them with a large grin.

A buff blond man in a white shirt turned to face me with a piece of wheat grass between his lips, "Hey, there kid. How can I help-"

"NO FUCKING WAY!" I screamed, running to the counter, slamming my palms on it.

The man jumped a few feet, his right eye twitching to show his irritation, "Look kid, I'd appreciate you keepin' the noise levels down. Bad fer business."

I hopped up and down, "Nofuckingwaynofuckingwaynofuckingway. I'm in Traverse Town?"

"You hit yer head or somethin', kid?" He raised an eyebrow.

My grin didn't dissipate, "I don't know! I know I was in a hospital on my world in a coma and the next thing I know I'm in the alley!"

"...Right. Sorry 'bout yer world, kid." He frowned.

I waved my hand in the air as if to physically brush away his words, "No, I don't think my world's gone out yet. I think something just happened to uuuuss- crap. Have you seen three other girls? A short brunette, a tall long golden brunette, and tall ravenette with her head in her ass."

He raised an eyebrow before shaking his head. I deflated onto the counter, bottom lip jutting out, "Hey, cheer up, kid. It's a big town. Maybe you'll find 'em."

I straightened up and thought for a moment, remembering specific details of the Traverse Town maps before nodding once, "Thanks, gramps."

"Hey! Name's not gramps, stupid brat. Name's Cid." He puffed out his chest arrogantly, "If you run into trouble, you come back here. I'll look out for ya."

I snorted and rolled my eyes, "Yeah okay. My name is Sylvia. Sylvia Evans. And I would like to also-"

"Wait a fucking moment. What was that?" His eyes widened and he slammed his fists onto the counter.

I recoiled before frowning, "What the fuck, dude?"

"What did you say?" He gripped my shoulders tightly.

I blinked twice, "Um... And I would like to also-"

"No, no, no! Before that!" He growled.

"Syyyyliva...?" I questioned slowly.

"The last name goddamnit, kid!" He let go, throwing his hands up exasperated.

"Oh!" I rolled my eyes, "Why didn't you say that in the first place? Evans you mean?"

"No fucking way..." He ran a hand down his face, "Oh man. Leon's gonna wanna hear this one."

I perked up at that, "Okay, so what I'm getting out of this is that you guys know my name and Leon has something to do with it? Sweet motherfucker this day just keeps getting better and better!"

"Don't get too happy, kid." He groaned, "Anyway. You should find Leon. He can probably answer your questions."

My jaw dropped, "What?! You won't tell me anything now?!"

He shrugged before frowning. That was a look I didn't remember seeing often, "Is... Is everyone doin' good?"

I blinked once. Twice. Three times, "...What?"

"Evans... That name. Are you... Her daughter?" My brain took a few minutes to catch up with those words.

"...Excuse me?" I gaped, "You know my mother?"

"Oh, good lord we're screwed..." He mumbled. I pouted a few moments later, "Leon'll explain things. Go find him. He should be at the hotel in the Second District. Just... be careful. There's heartless everywhere."

A grin slowly grew on my face, "Motherfucker yes!"

"Seriously, Silver. Watch your back. They're ruthless." He frowned.

"Heeeey... It's Sylvia." I emphasized, "Not Silver."

He shrugged, "Go find Leon. Wait." I frowned in confusion as he hopped the counter, "I'm coming with you. Let me get my big gun. Stay here. I'll just be a minute."

He jumped up behind him, dragging a ladder down from the ceiling. Another grin grew on my lips. He disappeared into the alcove above. Smirking, I slowly backed closer to the doors before bolting out. With a quick look over the square, I squealed quietly, running around the corner and up a short staircase to the back of the shop and to a set of gigantic wooden doors. I put my palms on the two large extruding panels and took a deep breath. Slowly, I pushed them opened and stepped forward. I observed the shops. A loud echoing of the doors slamming sounded behind me. I gulped.

Shadows began seeping up from the ground. My eyes widened. They each solidified into large bug-like creatures with glowing golden yellow eyes. They were even bigger than they had been at home. I backed up a few steps slowly. The shadows crept closer. One pounced, claws extended. I screamed and dove under before scrambling to my feet and heading to the doors of the hotel.

I hoped I picked the right one.

Thankfully I had. Screaming Leon's name, I ran down the hall. A door opened and I dove in, tackling the person into the room. I heard the door slam behind me.

I looked up from the person, an apology half-way out my mouth before I stopped. A brunette man with a scar across his face glared up at me. I grinned widely before rolling off.

"Are you okay?" I sat up and looked at the short ravenette woman who spoke. My grin would give the Cheshire Cat a run for his money.

"Yep. This day definitely couldn't get any better." I sighed dreamily, "I'm Sylvia. Sylvia Evans. Cid told me you'd give me answers."

The looks on their faces made my stomach turn.

"He also told you to wait for him." I didn't have to turn around to figure out who the person behind me was.