Ventus remembered the news that morning; remembered that there was something very important in what the anchor man said, but he couldn't seem to really place it. He had been sitting at the table with his four brothers, and his little sister walking around the table, looking for a place to sit. What he also remembered, was getting butterflies in his stomach at the news, and not wanting to eat anymore. He was excited, but he didn't know why- it was like his subconscious was dangling something in front of him, something important.

"… I'm not hungry." He mumbled, pushing the bowl of cereal out in front of him. His older brother, raised his head, and stared at Ventus with cold, yellow eyes that made his pale skin look sickly. He had bacon dangling from his lips so he couldn't really say anything- but the look he gave was enough. Vanitas, his brother, gave him the look of disbelief and slight suspicion. Ventus' twin, Roxas, with the same blond hair and blue eyes, also looked up from his food.

"… but you're always hungry, bro." He voiced Vanitas' thoughts, blinking in curiosity. Ventus shrugged his shoulders, giving a slight smile. Finally, Sora, the second oldest, looked up from his napping with a jolt, and yawned.

"What'd I miss?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and looking at the television.

"Nothing important." Ventus answered, but something told him otherwise- something important had been said, and he couldn't quite say why it was so important. Either way, he ran the words over and over in his head, staring at the anchorman with an intense look.

"… bro, you trying to have a staring contest with the TV?" Vanitas said with a smirk, looking at him- a look Ventus knew too well. It was the kind of look that told him he better keep his business really secret- or his brother would find out the reason of his uneasiness before even he knew.

The morning rolled on with its usual unruliness that was expected from four boys on summer vacation. By now, their little sister had concealed herself in the darkness of her room- she was a rather morbid child, after all. Ventus finally went his own, having planned his day out already with his friend Aqua and Terra. He would meet them down town, by the tram station. He didn't have to wait long; they showed up a few minutes after he did, with ice cream in their hands, one for him of course. He remembered that they spent most of the morning together, into the afternoon, wasting hard earned money on the shops that littered the streets. When they finished, they headed towards main street, apparently to watch something that Aqua thought would be interesting.

"What exactly is going on that's so interesting, again?" Ventus asked.

"There's a parade going on, to celebrate the end of the war over seas, some of the soldiers will be there, too!" Aqua told him, and she smiled as she maneuvered them around the gather crowd to the very front- then, Ventus had been pretty convinced that Aqua only wanted to see the guys in uniform. He took his place beside his blue haired friend, leaning on the barricade that kept the crowd from spilling onto the streets. That had been the time his stomach started feeling butterflies again.

Something important- but what?

He couldn't place it, so his blue eyes settled on the floats as the started down the street. He remembered the day, how it'd been for a few moments. Sunny, warm, there had been no wind in the atmosphere, not even a breeze. Then, a float came into his line of vision- there was nothing important about the float itself, but it was the group behind it. The front row of soldiers held a banner saying something about decorated soldiers, but his eyes trailed over the faces- he'd been looking. But for what?

A gust of wind rocked the crowd then, cold and sudden. It was familiar to him, he realized as he turned his head slightly and… his mouth fell open.

He knew that face. The wind played with the steel blue hair- soft, silky hair, he remembered running his hands through it a few… years ago. Eight years ago, to be exact. The style had changed, bangs brushed over the left side of her pale, oval face.

"Ven?"

The only visible eye was a deep, crimson red, looking straight forward. Her full lips were pulled into a slight frown- she didn't want to be there, he realized then. She had always hated crowds, eyes on her. Always. Oh god, how she had changed. The uniform she wore was tight fitted, complimenting the deep curves her body had grown into. The skirt showed off her long, strong legs- and she was the only one out of all the females in the group wearing sneakers.

He smiled.

"Ven!"

She turned her head towards him. His heart jumped against his ribcage. The butterflies in his stomach increased. But then his stomach dropped to the floor. The look on her face, the lack of emotion in her eyes… almost dead- there was nothing there…

That wasn't his Fuu.