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Sept 9, 2006 7:07:17 GMT -5
Post by Mistress Emma on Sept 9, 2006 7:07:17 GMT -5
Choice
A/N: I came up with this while hearing Jess play “Piano Man” on the Piano, so that’s why they’re meeting at an a performance and Roxas’s a semi-musician... It’s Namixas, did I mention that?
Chapter One
Roxas was preparing for the night’s performance. He was struggling on a student’s budget, so he worked part time as a musician. A man and a girl were in the front seats.
“Mr, I have a request. I’m not entirely sure of the name, but it goes something like this,” the old man began to hum.
The girl handed Roxas some pieces of paper. “Those are the music sheets. He’s old, his memory’s failing. I have to do almost everything for him,” She laughed.
“Thank you...?” Roxas said/asked.
“Naminé,” she said quickly. “Your welcome, Roxas,”
Roxas didn’t bother asking how she knew his name-- It was on the poster outside. He began to play.
Roxas was in the little area he got to practice and prepare. He had called it “The Dressing Room”. He heard a knock on the door. It was Naminé, the girl he’d met before briefly. He grinned for some reason at the sight of her. “ Naminé, why are you here?”
Naminé shrugged. “Felt the urge to talk to you again,” she lowered her voice. “I shouldn’t really be here, my father doesn’t like me going out without him except to buy groceries. I told him that’s what I’m doing now.”
Roxas thought Naminé’s father was a little odd. “Doesn’t that seem a little over protective to you?”
Naminé shrugged again. “He’s like that. But he’s my father, and getting old. I have to look after him,” she shook her head, “But sometimes, I just wish I were a normal teenager who went to a normal school and...” she blushed a bit, “Had a boyfriend. I’ve never experienced love, my father won’t let me. He doesn’t want me “soiled”, he says.”
Roxas thought of Naminé’s father as very odd by now. But he decided to change the subject. “How old are you?”
Namine put her blonde hair over her sholder. “I turn eighteen in two weeks,” she smiled. “You?”
“Just turned Nineteen,” for some reason, it made him happy that they were close in ages.
Naminé nodded. “I better go, I have to get those groceries and if I stay out to late Father will worry, and then all hell will break lose,” she gathered up her things to leave, and turned around.
“Wait,” said Roxas, “I’d like to see you again. Can you come to next week’s performance?”
Naminé shook her head, “My father doesn’t want to go a hall or place where concerts are held twice. Thinks it’s dangerous for some reason,” Naminé was sad about this, she wanted to see Roxas again. “...I’ll sneak back sometime when I’m doing the groceries. We’ll see each other again, I promise,” Naminé left and smiled. She thought she had made her first friend ever. Roxas also smiled. He had met one amazing girl.
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Sept 9, 2006 7:08:25 GMT -5
Post by Mistress Emma on Sept 9, 2006 7:08:25 GMT -5
Chapter Two[/i]
“Naminé! Get up!” called Naminé’s father in their underground home the next morning.
“Coming father...” she called as she went to her her door in her white nightgown. “What is it?”
He shrugged. “Wanted to know you were still there, make sure they hadn’t got you,”
Naminé nodded. In nearly eighteen years, she had never actually established who “they” were. She was pretty sure “they” didn’t actually exist, her father rather was slightly insane. That’s why they had to live underground and not go to a place twice. Why she dreamed and drew. Through her years Naminé had became a fantastic artist, there wasn’t much else to do.
“ Naminé, last night you forgot to buy the lettuce. Can you go get it now? I know it’s risky but I always have lettuce in my Sandwich,” said Naminé’s father. Naminé hadn’t actually forgotten the lettuce, she’d hidden it. She wanted this to happen so she could go looking for Roxas. She really wanted to see him again.
“Alright, I’ll get dressed and get my mask,” Naminé’s plan had worked perfectly.
Roxas was in his dorm, fiddling around with his guitar. Sort of. He was also thinking about that girl, Naminé. He couldn’t really stop. She was just... amazing.
“Roxas, you really play your guitar too much,” said one of his dorm mates, Hayner. Then the doorbell rang. Roxas went to open it. Standing behind it was a pretty blonde girl carrying lettuce and a mask who made him grin.
“Naminé,” Roxas said happily.
“Roxas,” Naminé replied happily. “I’m really happy to see you,” Naminé hugged Roxas. Even though they had known each other less than 24 hours.
Roxas didn’t mind. “Me too.”
Another voice came from the embracing couple. “Um, Roxas, why are you hugging a random stranger you’ve never seen before?”
Roxas left Naminé’s arms. “Olette, good to see you.”
Olette smiled. “Same. Where’s Hayner?” she said, refering to Roxas’s room mate and her boyfriend.
Hayner waved from behind Roxas and Naminé. “Right here!”
Olette walked up and kissed him. “Good to see you too.”
Hayner winked. “Right back at you, don’t ask me who the random girl Roxas’s talking to is, I don’t know. So don’t bother.”
Olette laughed and led Hayner off somewhere. (A/N: No unclean thoughts children.)
“Well, Roxas...” Naminé said, inconclusively. “Have you thought about me?” she asked. It was a bit of a strange question, even a cut-off unwilling social-hermit like Naminé could tell. But she didn’t know what else to say.
“Yes,” Roxas said shortly. He didn’t say the full story because “I can’t stop thinking about you and your pretty smile and your eccentric father and I really wanted to come and see you but I didn’t know where you lived so I couldn’t,” sounded a bit weird and stalker-ish.
Naminé blushed. “I’ve thought about you a lot. I’ve even sketched you,” Naminé clapped her hand to her mouth after that. She didn’t want to admit that. She only sketched what she really cared about.
Roxas felt a bit honoured. “Oh really?”
Naminé nodded. “Yeah...”
Roxas grinned. “How did you find me? It can’t of been easy.”
Naminé shrugged. “Well, I noticed you walked home, so I went to the nearest university and asked if they had a student called Roxas. And then I found you,”
Roxas smiled. “Where do you live?” he asked, “seems a bit unfair that you’re the one that always has to find me.”
“You know that old abandoned Opera House?” Naminé began to answer, “There’s a little apartment secretly underneath, me and my father live in it. Come there soon.”
Roxas was incredibly happy to receive this information. “I will. Like tomorrow soon, if I can.”
It was Naminé’s turn to grin. “Great. Well I gotta be going,” she gathered her things, and, suddenly getting a random impulse, leaned over and kissed Roxas. Then she left.
Roxas’s other roommate, Pence, stumbled into the room. “What did I miss?”
Roxas grinned once more. “Nothing.”
“Hello! I'm back!” Naminé yelled once she reached her home.
“Quiet! They might hear you, crazy child!” Naminé's father said harshly.
Naminé had never yelled before. But now she was ecstatic and happiness can make people forget stupid rules. “Sorry,” she mumbled, even though she was not sorry. “I got the lettuce.”
Naminé's father smiled dryly. “Good,” he said breifly, and left the room.
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Sept 9, 2006 7:29:21 GMT -5
Post by Mistress Emma on Sept 9, 2006 7:29:21 GMT -5
Chapter Three
A/N: Written differently to the other chapters. More feelings between Roxas and Naminé, so Naminé's thoughts are in italics, while Roxas's are in bold. Yah and the both is both of them.
Who is that girl? Why does she affect me like that? I've known her for about a day and now we're kissing! Is this what they call love at first sight? I never believed in that.
I don't know what's going on with us. I always fantasised about someone like him coming and loving me, but now he's come I'm scared. Should I go away with him, or do I need to stay with father? I don't know what to do, it's always so much simpler in imaginings.
I don't think I should trust her, but I do. I don't think I should love her, but I do. She's just so different. I have no idea what to do about her, but she's driving me crazy. Can love happen this fast?
My father's going to find out eventually. I was risking it telling Roxas where we lived, but I felt I had to do that. I love them both, but I'll have to choose. God I dread that.
She's the most amazing, beautiful, compassionate person I've ever seen, but I shouldn't think that yet. You should have to know someone to love them.
It shouldn't have happened yet, we're barely more than strangers. But...
She's so weird, so unlike me, and I don't really know her, but...
I love them.[/i]
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Nov 1, 2006 5:37:36 GMT -5
Post by Mistress Emma on Nov 1, 2006 5:37:36 GMT -5
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Chapter Four
A/N: I should get a move on with this thing. Blah. And Naminé has the same last name as my Italian teacher.
Naminé woke up the next morning. It was Saturday. Saturday was the day where she was allowed to just go that little room at the back and do what she wanted. Her father thought this the only day it was safe to sleep anyway, so he slept through most of the day.
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Roxas was near the old Opera House. Now he just needed to get in. “Come on, there must be some way she gets in here... Otherwise she could live here...” he thought aimlessly. But he saw a reflection of metal underneath the bin, and knew what to do. He crawled over to the metal, and opened a hatchet. It was just wide enough to squeeze through until he put his feet on the ladder and escaped the hatchet which must have suffocated a lot of people. He saw a door. He wondered how to get past without knocking and waking up Naminé's father, but there was something he just then noticed. The door was unlocked. So he crept in and whispered. “Naminé...?”
Naminé was drawing absentmindedly when he heard Roxas's voice whispering her name. She opened the door. “Roxas!” she said in a loud whisper. Roxas nodded. Naminé grinned, and took him into the little room.
“Naminé... I've been thinking about you. In fact, I can't really stop,” he said.
“Aw,” Naminé puckered. “You stole my job, I was going to say that.”
Roxas grinned. He kissed her. She responded. They kissed for a long, long time. “Naminé...” Roxas muttered after they broke apart “This is gonna sound corny, but I love you.”
“Great minds think alike, you keep saying what I want to say,” Naminé said, and re-initiated the kiss, more passionate than before.
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Naminé's father woke up. He walked to the room where Naminé spent her Saturdays, as there were slightly strange sounds coming from there. He walked in, and saw what he had hoped never to see. Naminé, his daughter, up against the wall, kissing a boy.
“NAMINÉ YONSHIDA!” he bellowed. Naminé and Roxas broke apart, and Roxas swore.
“Hi Dad, this is Roxas,” Naminé said calmly. She knew she was dead.
Naminé's father shook with fury. “Well, you've become a little slut, now YOU'RE kissing whoever just shows up, like your sister.”
Roxas punched Naminé's father squarely in the jaw. “Call Naminé a slut again, you die. Got it?”
Naminé bit her lip. “I'm not a slut. This is a thing called love, Kairi found it a long time ago. Now I found it. You know what, I should have just let you kill yourself after she left.”
Naminé's father slapped his daughter. Roxas tried to step forward and kill him, but Naminé restrained him.
“I've got a better punishment.”
Naminé, hand in hand with Roxas, began to run. They ran and ran up the ladder and onto the street. They ran as far away as they could. “He's not following,” Roxas said, and they stopped running for a bit.
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Naminé's father staggered in shock. Naminé, his little girl, had abandoned him. Left him for a boy.
He walked towards the gun he kept in case one of them attacked. He raised it to his head, and cursed his daughters.
BANG!
BANG!
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Kairi Yonshida was walking with her boyfriend (Sora Hikari) when she heard a bang. Then she realised where she was across the road from. The place which was once her home, and she saw her sister, Naminé, walking towards there wide eyed with a boy Kairi didn't know. “C'mon Sora!” she shouted and dragged her boyfriend across the road with her.
“Kairi!” Naminé shouted as she saw her long gone sister.
“Hi little sis! What's going on, we heard a bang?”
“Dad just killed himself,” Naminé smiled.
“Should we call 911?” Kairi asked. She was caught between the fact he was her father, and the fact she hated him with every fiber of her being.
“He's probably dead already, and good riddance,” Roxas shrugged. “I should get back to the university.”
“Me and Kairi should too,” Sora said.
“Hey!” Naminé waved her hand. “What about me?”
Roxas laughed. “Your coming with me,” he said, an kissed her passionately.
“Dejá vu...” Sora muttered.
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