When it All Falls Apart

[Mistress Emma]

Contents:
001~Fruit
Summary: They both tasted a sweet, strawberry taste. And something else. Each other.
By Nikki Blob

002~Stormy Skies
Summary: Neither managed to get out the sentence they desperately wanted to say
By Mistress Emma

003~.Carelessness. Can't Be Avoided. . .
Summary:{I can't believe} [[She's in heaven]] But then again . . . she is an {angel}
By Mistress Shannon

004~Kisses at 12 O'Clock
Summary: {I bet you $20 that you won't find a guy to kiss at 12.} [{It's a b e t}]
By Mistress Shannon

005~I Would Die Too
Summary: Sorry. It's not moral to mock the dead
By Mistress Emma

006~Sleep Deprivation
Summary: I’ll always be there to catch you when you fall
By Mistress Izzy

007~Understatement
Summary: They were all {understatments}
By Mistress Shannon

008~Rapunzel
Summary: Rapunzel can't be locked in her tower anymore but some bright spark had cut her hair and her prince had come and gone.
By Mistress Emma

009~Infatuation
Summary: She reached for a flower, a beautiful Iris with a deadly scent she had often used. She couldn't believe what she had done and breathed deeply from the flower.
By Mistress Emma

010~Roxas The Carpenter
Summary: How do you treat a girl when she's depressed?
By Nikki Blob

011~&&She had the voice of an angel
Summary: Roxas would not stand for Leon sucking off Naminé’s pretty face.
By Mistress Shannon

012~Clichéd
Summary: It starts off clichéd, and it will always end clichéd
By Mistress Izzy

013~An Accident
Summary: 'It never would have happened if I hadn't accidently kissed her...
By Nikki Blob

014~Imaginary Angel
Summary: Everything about her is perfect. (Too bad she's not real.)
By Mistress Emma

015~Only One
Summary: She wonders...
By Mistress Emma

016~Parallel Marriages
Summary: 'This is ridiculous. We've fallen in love with each others fiancées.'
By Mistress Emma

017~The Beautiful Enigma
Summary: He knew two things for certain about her...
By Mistress Emma

018~Hurt Her
Summary: Her role was her life, he prp was her weapon, and he would hurt her
By Mistress Emma

[nikki ^_^]

FRUIT

Sora was singing himself Happy Birthday.
Or really, he was singing it to Roxas.
‘Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me-e, and Ro-oxas too!’ He sang.
‘Yeah, happy birthday to us!’ A voice in his mind said.

Roxas’s voice.

Kairi ran up to Sora.
‘Happy birthday!’ she greeted him.
She was carrying a basket. ‘It’s for Roxas’ she said. ‘My present is too big to carry.’
Sora grinned. ‘From you to Roxas?’
Kairi laughed. ‘Of course not! From Namine.’
Sora laughed as well. ‘Oh. Should we give them some time alone?’
Kairi nodded, and they walked off, leaving a misty light behind.

The light formed Roxas’s and Namine’s shape, and they were in full view.

‘It’s nice that they’re so understanding.’ Namine said.
‘Yeah… Do you like it here?’
‘It’s all right. Happy birthday!’

Roxas looked at the basket Namine was holding.
‘Fruit?’ He asked.

Namine nodded. ‘But look closer.’ She said. Roxas did.

‘*Papui fruit?’ He asked.

Namine smiled and took out the fruit.
She broke it in half, and gave one part to Roxas.

‘Together for eternity’ She bit into the fruit, and Roxas did the same.

They both tasted a sweet, strawberry taste, and something else.

Each other.

The feelings they had shared together. They felt it mix.

Their hearts mix.

And they knew that they didn’t have to worry about losing each other anymore.

A/N: *Is that how you spell it???
- shrug -
Whatever.
ENJOY!

[Mistress Emma]

A/N: And now mine in all it's glory. :3 It's tragic.

Stormy Skies

Naminé shuffled in a seat on the plane. She sat next to boy about her age, with ocean blue eyes and blonde hair that defied gravity. “Hello,” she said quietly.

“Hi,” he said back. “I'm Roxas,” he grinned.

“Naminé,” she smiled, and took out her sketchbook. She looked around, wondering what to sketch. She looked out the window, and started drawing the storm clouds outside.

“Hey,” Roxas said as he eyed her drawing. “That's good.”

“I am only drawing clouds, Roxas,” Naminé replied as she shaded the clouds that were looming outside. “Finished. That was a quick one. What do I sketch now...?”

“Umm...” Roxas said to the pretty (“UNDERSTATEMENT!”, his mind shouted, “SHE GORGEOUS!”) girl next to him.


“May I sketch you, Roxas?” she asked.

“Sure,” Roxas replied. “Hey, how come you asked me if you could sketch me, but not the clouds? They take offence!” he joked. Naminé laughed loudly. Roxas thought she sounded like an angel.

***

Naminé looked out the window. “Looks like a storm,” she said worriedly, and bit her lip.

Roxas also looked out the window. “Naminé, it is a storm,” he informed her. “Don't be worried, I mean, it just a bit of rain and wind, right?”

“But Roxas, what if the plane goes down? You could die!”

“So could you Naminé,” Roxas informed her. “Well, unless your immortal and didn't tell me... Are you immortal and haven't told me?”

Naminé giggled angelically. “Hardly. I was just... for some reason... More worried about you.”

“Don't worry Naminé,” Roxas replied light-heartedly. “I'll be fine. I promise.”

***

“EMERGENCY” the intercom system shouted. “EMERGENCY. THE PLANE IS CRASHING. PLEASE PUT ON YOUR SAFETY JACKETS AND ASSUME THE BRACE POSITION.”

Roxas got out Naminé and his safety jackets, but was aghast at what he saw. “Naminé! Our safety jackets! They've been wrecked!”

“We're going to die!” Naminé said, and flung herself at Roxas. “We're going to die...”

While this was happening, they had forgotten to do something. Assume the brace position.

The plane crashed, and smoke started spilling out. A fire had started.

Naminé and Roxas were desperately trying to breathe oxygen. They couldn't.

“N-N-Naminé...” Roxas spluttered out. “I-I l-” Roxas eyes closed, and his heartbeat stopped.

“Rox-a-a-as. I-” Naminé's heartbeat stopped then, and neither managed to get out the sentence they desperately wanted to say.

“I Love You.”

[Queen Shannykins]

A/N: This is a truffy oneshot. Yes. Truff. Tragic fluff.

Here goes nothing…

{I just can’t believe} [[She’s in h e a v e n]]
But then again … she is an {angel}

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“Hey, Roxas, I bet I can climb higher than you!” An eight year old blonde girl said, legs dangling from the branch of a tree as she stuck her tongue out at her friend below.

“No you can’t.” Roxas said, shaking his head as he began to climb up the tree as well.

“What makes you say that?” Naminé inquired curiously as Roxas sat next to her, his face lit up with one of his trademark sideways smiles.

“Because,” Roxas said, puffing up proudly, “I’m a boy. Girls can’t climb.”

“Tch! Meanie!” Naminé said, smiling, as she climbed up onto a higher branch. Roxas knew she would call him names and stuff, but she never really meant it. They were the only girl and boy that actually hung out together anyway. Roxas didn’t understand why so many boys insisted that girls had cooties. Roxas had been hanging out with Naminé since kindergarten, and he hadn’t gotten… cooties… yet. (Were cooties dangerous? Could they kill someone? Like, him, for example? Maybe you couldn’t tell you had cooties until it was too late…)

Roxas was brought out of his thoughts as Naminé let out a little ‘eep’ and lost her balance and began to lose her grip on the branch she was clinging to. Roxas put his arms around her to steady her. He blushed at this thought. Mommy better not be below getting pictures…

Naminé turned around to see her blonde friend, who was blushing a bright shade of pink. “Thank you, Roxas.” She said, smiling sweetly.

“You shouldn’t be so careless, Naminé.” Roxas said, shaking his head of blonde spikes. His blue eyes met hers. “But you are anyway.”

“I know. That’s bad, isn’t it?” Naminé said with a sad sigh.

“Yeah,” Roxas mused, “but, I’ll promise you, I’ll never let you get hurt, no matter how careless you are.

“Okay.” Naminé said, smiling.

They then did their secret handshake- they high fived and then spit. Naminé winced.

“We really need to come up with a better handshake.”

Roxas laughed.

10 Years later…

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Roxas looked outside his window, the setting sun casting a weary light in his room. It was the first day of summer vacation. The first day after their final year of high school.

Naminé kept telling Roxas he needed to figure out what he was going to do with his life. Well, the first thing he wanted to do… was to marry Naminé.

He loved her.

He loved her so much.

But he just couldn’t tell her.

Naminé was insanely popular. The cheerleader, the valedictorian, hell, she was probably going to be the first female President. And here he was, enter stage left, the stupid, unlikely best friend. The skater, the quiet one, the guy who got C’s in mostly everything.

Well, now was the perfect opportunity to tell her how he felt, wasn’t it?

A starry summer night.

Roxas dialed Naminé’s number (the lucky duck got her own phone line), and after six rings, and six times Roxas thought he was going to throw up due to nervousness, he got the answering machine.

“Uh… this thing on? Testing, 1, 2, 3… Oh! Okay! It is! Silly me. Uh… Yeah! Hello, this is Naminé Devereaux speaking! I can’t come to the phone right now, so please leave a name after the tone, beep, annoying noise, whatever you want to call it! Love you!” Naminé’s voice said from her answering machine. Even though she wasn’t there, Roxas melted into a big pile of gloop at the sound of her melodic voice.

“Hey, Nam… It’s Roxas. Call me back when you can, okay? Bye.” He said and hung up. He had debated on saying ‘Love you too’ in reference to Naminé’s answering machine but he had a feeling she probably wouldn’t make the connection.

With an inward sigh, Roxas trudged downstairs and turned on the TV.

“This is Fox 8 News at 8:00! Making headlines today is the Sunset Killer. He is rumored to now be wandering about Twilight Town. If you see anything, please phone the investigators. The Sunset Killer strikes at sunset on unsuspecting victims…”

Roxas groaned. The news was so depressing. He changed the channel. Oh, look, Court TV was having a special on the Sunset Killer. Haha. He changed the channel again. Ooh. Basketball. Crap. The Cavaliers were losing… But it was better than hearing about some murders.

It was then Roxas’s parents came into the room.

“Roxas? Change the channel back to the news. Now.” They commanded, and Roxas knew better than to argue, so he did so.

“We interrupt this bulletin to give you some breaking news! As predicted, the Sunset Killer has struck again, this time attacking the home of…”

Roxas didn’t need to hear it, he could read as well as anyone else, and the family’s name was clear as day on the TV. Devereaux.

Naminé.

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Roxas had sped to the hospital like a bat out of hell. Everything was a blur. He hated hospitals. They were so tragic.

He hoped that this didn’t have to end with tragedy.

Room 107, he was told. Roxas managed to smile. Seven was Naminé’s favorite number, and no matter how many times she tried, she just couldn’t explain why.

“Roxas…?” Naminé said weakly as she tried to sit up but failed to do so. Roxas noted that she was bandaged up on the left side, and was bleeding through it.

“Naminé… Naminé… I’m here for you…” Roxas said softly as he ran to her side, clasping her hands in his. He noted that her hands were cold as ice, and she could barely manage to grip his back.

“Hm… If you don’t already know…” Naminé gave a weak chuckle. “I was shot. Below the collarbone on my left side. It’s in far too deep… It’s going to get lodged into my heart, Roxas. I’m going to die… My father and brother, you know Demyx, have… My mother is in critical condition, and could possibly be saved.”

Roxas couldn’t stand to hear another word and put a finger to her rosy colored lips. “You’re going to live too, Naminé. Just wait.” He sighed, and choked on the words he was going to say next, he had never pictured it happening like this… “Naminé… you have to live… Please… For me… I… I love you more than anything, Naminé…”

Naminé sighed. “That’s one promise I can’t keep, Roxas…” She said, slowly closing her blue eyes and opening them again. She was slipping into the shadows of death.

“Nam… Please…” He nuzzled her face with his, their tears mixing. “You’ll live, and we’ll run off… somewhere far away from here… and get married. And you can be an artist like you’ve always wanted to be, and…”

Naminé silenced Roxas with a kiss, it was passionate, and some could perceive it as lusty, but it was merely all the love that neither of them would be able to give to each other much longer.

“Roxas… I have and will always love you… No matter what…” Naminé said, crying softly, and took one shuddering breath as her eyes began to dim, “no matter… …what… Roxas…” She said her love’s name with her last breath, her eyes glittering as she did, and then Roxas felt her hold on his hand go weak and then her grip became nonexistent. She had died.

Tears stained Roxas’s face. He wasn’t ashamed to cry.

After all, he had promised her he’d never let her get hurt.

And now he was the careless one.[/center]

A/N: … -hands people tissues-

[Queen Shannykins]

A/N: Got the idea from an episode of Friends… xD

Finally! Another happy Namixas! Mild Kaiora, too, because Shanny wuffs those two and they can work into any Namixas, and any Namixas could work into Kaiora…

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Naminé and Roxas were doing what they usually did every Friday night.

Absolutely nothing.

It was the second to last winter break they would have until they’d leave school, and that was a scary thought. However, neither of them mentioned that, and just continued to throw darts and knives at Roxas’s Hilary Duff poster.

“You know what I want to do this year at New Years?” Roxas asked his best friend as he chucked a dark at the poster (it hit Hilary right between the eyes.)

Naminé narrowed her blue eyes. “No matter what, I am NOT going to let you get drunk. You even go NEAR anything alcoholic and I will personally kill you.” She said, tartly. Roxas laughed at Naminé’s seriousness, he often told her she needed to lighten up.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Princess Naminé.” Roxas said sarcastically causing Naminé to stick her tongue out at him. “Actually,” Roxas mused, putting his hands behind his head, “I was thinking of trying out that tradition. You know, kiss someone at 12?”

Naminé let out a little cackle. “No girl in their right mind would ever kiss you.” She said, bluntly, and chucked a dart at the poster. It hit the idiotic actress/singer in the eye.

Roxas frowned. “You’re kidding! There was that time with Tifa…”

Naminé rolled her periwinkle colored eyes. “Tifa is a whore, Roxas. Say it with me. Whore. You paid her to kiss you that night of the basketball game.”

Roxas sighed. “Yeah, she is a whore… That was way overpriced…”

Naminé smirked. “But still, I bet you $20 that you won’t be able to kiss a girl at 12 o’clock.”

Roxas returned the smirk. “I bet you $20 that you won’t be able to kiss a guy at 12 o’clock either.”

Naminé’s eyes glittered, making Roxas melt into a pile of puddy (for some odd reason… Why had he been feeling like a pile of gloop whenever she smiled, lately? He never did that before…), and she spoke gleefully. “It’s a bet.”

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Roxas sighed as he flopped down on his bed, and he ran his hand through his head of blonde spikes. He flicked through the school yearbook. He and his friend Tidus had gone through and circled all the girls that supposedly liked them. Roxas let out a little ‘tch’ of happiness as he looked through the random pictures of groups of friends in the front, and spotted one of him and Naminé. Naminé was up on his shoulders and holding a basketball, about to shoot. He wondered how the heck did that get caught on film anyway? It was times like this when he wondered if he liked Naminé as more than just a friend, but even if he did (which he didn’t), it would never work. He was the jock. She was the pre-valedictorian. The most unlikely best friends in the entire school, unless you counted Tidus and Yuna, but they weren’t exactly ‘friends’. (More like, ‘friends with benefits’. Har har.)

Roxas continued to flick through. Aeris? No, too happy. Olette? No, she’s taken, by Hayner no less, and that would mean a black eye if he even so much tapped her on the shoulder. Rikku? No, unless he wanted raped. Paine? Too gothic. Selphie? Too random.

Kairi?

Roxas considered this for a moment. She looked almost identical to Naminé, spare the hair color, which contrasted greatly. Naminé was a blonde, Kairi was a deep auburn. But what did that matter? It was rumor Kairi had liked him for a while (but only because Roxas looked like the guy she used to crush on before he moved away), and Roxas had to admit, she was kind of cute. ‘But not as cute as Nam.’ Roxas thought to himself, them smacked himself upside the head. ‘Did I just think that!?’ Roxas shook his head, spikes of gold falling into his face. No, he didn’t.

Roxas dialed Kairi’s number, and after two rings, someone picked up, and that someone happened to be Kairi herself.

“Hello? Kairi speaking.” The girl’s voice said on the other end.

“Hey, Kairi? It’s Roxas.” Roxas said, and in his mind praised the heavens he hadn’t screwed anything up yet. He was, in all reality for being on of those popular guys, really shy around girls.

“Roxas…” Kairi said, sounding slightly suspicious. “If you want the answers to our homework, don’t ask me, because I’m not giving them to you-”

“As if I’d want your answers.” Roxas said jokingly and on the other line Kairi let out a little ‘heh’. “Would you like to come to a party at my place for New Year’s… say… starting at around… 11:30? Runs until morning.”

There was a pause. “As in… sort of a date kind of thing?” She questioned. Roxas kicked himself mentally. He forgot this was Kairi. Nothing got past her.

“Uhm. Yeah…” Roxas said nervously.

To his surprise, Kairi replied cheerfully. “I’d love to.” She had said. Roxas pumped his fist into the air. Take that Naminé! HA! Now he could get that new CD he wanted.

“Okay, see you then.” Roxas said and hung up.

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Naminé was taking a much more different approach than Roxas. Being blonde, she had many more opportunities to attract guys’ attention in public. (Blondes have more fun, right?) So she was hanging around the park, attempting the ‘Haha look at me, boys. Yup. You can look but you can’t touch’ kind of thing.

Naminé eyed some of the guys. Too scruffy… Too old… Too young…

Then one caught her eye.

Naminé sucked in some air and gasped.

He looked so much like Roxas…

…

Waitwaitwait.

Why should she care they look so much like Roxas?! Well, Roxas was adorably cute. He was also the sweetest, most caring-

Wait.

Ew, Naminé.

This is ROXAS we’re taking about. You know, the only guy who can burp the ABC’s backwards? Naminé shook her head of blonde hair, this was showtime. Not a time to think about Roxas (of all people. Geez.)

“Hey.” Naminé said, leaning against a tree as she spoke to the guy. “Haven’t seen you around here before.” The guy looked at her. Oooh, they even had the same eyes.

“Just moved here. Used to live here a long time ago but moved.” The guy said, and shook his head of chocolate brown spikes. “Sora.” He said, extending a hand to shake.

“Naminé.” Naminé replied and shook Sora’s hand.

“You know,” Sora said, grinning (Naminé thought his smile wasn’t as pretty as Roxas’s), “I was just thinking that you look like one of my best friends here before I moved.”

“Heh! That’s funny. I was just thinking that you look like my best friend now!” Naminé said, and the two laughed. Time to move in for the kill. Hahaha, guys were such suckers for blondes.

“Hey, would you like to come with me to a New Year’s party at my friend’s house? Starts at 11:20 and runs until the mooorning…” Naminé said in a sing-song voice, and Sora snickered.

“Do you ask out guys you’ve just met often?” Sora inquired, interested, and Naminé smacked him on the shoulder.

“I was just wondering!” She said, smiling, and Sora chuckled.

“I was kidding! I’ll come.” He said, laughing. Naminé brightened.

“Okay then, see yah later!”

“See yah!”

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It was now time for the party. Roxas and Kairi had been waiting for Naminé and Sora to arrive (they came at 11:40, just to make Roxas mad).

“Well, I don’t think we’ll end up owing each other money.” Naminé snickered, and gestured to Sora. “Roxas, meet Sora, Sora, meet Roxas.”

“Hello, Roxas.” Sora said, and Roxas nodded his greeting. This little brunette got to snog his Nam. Lucky duck. (Wait, no, Roxas! GAAAH! You’re doing it again! You. Aren’t. In. Love. With. Naminé!)

“Well, I bet you two know each other, but if you don’t,” Roxas said, and yanked Kairi over to where he was standing. “Kairi, this is Naminé, Naminé, this is Kairi.”

“Oh, Naminé, right? The girl who is determined to get above a 4.0 GPA?” Kairi said, with a chuckle.

“That’s me.” Naminé said proudly.

It was then time to introduce Kairi and Sora to each other, but it wasn’t like they needed to.

“K-kairi?! Is that… You?!” Sora said, astonished, and Kairi’s jaw dropped.

“You’ve got to be kidding me… Sora?!” Kairi said, and the two clasped hands, while Roxas and Naminé just gaped, dumbfounded.

“Yeah! It’s me! I just moved back.” Sora said, and Kairi giggled. “You look so different.”

“Well, you’ve missed a few things.” Kairi said, with a laugh, and tugged on his hand to pull him outside onto the deck. “C’mon, let’s go. We can talk about everything.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Sora said, grinning, and followed Kairi out of Roxas’s house.

“What the…?” Naminé said, blinking, and Roxas just shrugged.

“I have no idea…” The blonde said truthfully and Naminé laughed.

“Well, we proved each other right. Neither of us have anybody to kiss at 12.” Naminé said with a sigh and forlornly watched the ball drop.

10…

9…

8…

Nobody to kiss… Roxas had an idea…

7…

6…

5…

There was the possibility Naminé could kill him. But he was willing to take that chance.

Naminé looked at Roxas, because he had a bit of an odd expression on his face. “Roxas, you okay?” She said, and chuckled. “Oh, come on, I was kidding about how no one in their right mind would kiss you, tonight’s just a bit of bad luck.”

4…

3…

“So…” Naminé said, smiling. “We owe each other $20.”

“No we don’t.” Roxas said, and Naminé looked at him, confused.

“What?!”

2…

1…

12:00am.

Roxas, without so much a warning, kissed Naminé passionately on the lips. He had fully expected her to pull away and smack him, but instead, to his delightful surprise, she deepened the kiss and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. Roxas felt as if he could fly. As soon as the kiss began, it ended, and it took Roxas a couple seconds to realize it did. Naminé’s lips had been light as feathers.

There was a long silence and Roxas shuffled his feet awkwardly. “Uhm. Isn’t this the part where you slap me for doing that?”

“No.” Naminé said, smiling coyly. “This is the part where we kiss again.”

“Oooh. I like that part.” Roxas said and Naminé laughed and their lips became one again.

H a p p y {New Year’s}

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A/N: =D ooo fluffy

[Mistress Emma]

I Would Die Too

A/N: One by me! And guess what, yup, it's tragic. Sorry.

“Nami!!!” Roxas said and he hugged his wife firmly.

“Roxas. I. Can't. Breathe,” Naminé said.

Roxas let go. “Oops. Well don't die on me. I'm too young to die!” That's true Roxas. But you did die.

Naminé's eyebrows lowered in confusion. “That makes no sense Roxas.”

Roxas sighed, as if it were obvious. “You see, if you ever died, I'd die too. Understand?”

“Oh,” Naminé said. “Me too,” she kissed him. Then, and huge quake went through the ship they were celebrating their honeymoon on.

“What was that?” Naminé worried.

“WE'VE HIT AN ICEBERG!” someone screamed, as if to answer Naminé's question.

“We're going to die,” Naminé said, panicking. Gee whiz, genius. Oops. Sorry. It's not moral to mock the dead.

“Then you'll be in heaven, angel,” Roxas said, holding Naminé close.

“I don't want to die.” No-one does.

“Neither do I,” Roxas replied quietly.

It took about an hour for the boat to go down. Naminé and Roxas tried to get off, but there weren't enough life boats. Tragic.

“Roxas!” Naminé shouted as the water surrounded them. It was ice cold.

“Naminé,” Roxas said as he struggled to stay above the rising water, “I love you!” he went under.

“Roxas!” Naminé said, and dived under the water to get him. When she reached him, he was unconscious, and the water had reached the top of the room they were locked in. It was too late.

That probably why she stopped holding her breath, and let the water fill her lungs.

This wasn't meant to happen to them. Roxas and Naminé Hikari, a happy young couple, they had just gotten married.

Why oh why did they have to celebrate their honeymoon aboard the HMS Titanic?

A/N: Yeah. I put them on the Titanic. Because it fit.

[Mistress Izzy]

“Promise?” Naminé asked as she stared up at the young boy offering her his hand. He nodded.

“I promise.” Naminé grinned and laughed as he pulled her up.

~

“Uwah…” Naminé moaned as she trudged up the steps to school. ‘Damn stupid Twilight Town and its stupid hills”, she thought as she dragged herself and her incredibly heavy school bag (‘Blame the teachers for all your problems’ was Naminé’s personal philosophy) up those damned steps.

She also blamed the teachers for her sleep deprivation. Was it really her fault if Mrs Cooke (jokes aside) gave her a three page essay during H.E? Nope. The teachers.

“Ah!” she let out a little scream as she fell forwards. As she felt an arm wrap around her waist and spin her round she grinned. Her best friend grinned back at her.

“Aw, you kept your promise.” She teased, as Roxas set her gently back on her feet. He smiled softly.

“I’ll always be there to catch you when you fall, hime.” Naminé had to smile at that.

“You spoil me Roxas. And, I know. You promised.”

[Queen Shannykins]

A/N: Corny little oneshot. –bows-

Roxas Hikari gasped as the teacher said that Naminé de Vereaux was to be his lab partner for biology. She was in the upper circle of the social life at school- and was the only one who didn’t let it get to her head.

Was she pretty?
No.
Was she smart?
No.
Did he like her?
No.
Did he want to be with her until he died?
No.

Those things, those phrases, they were all

u n d e r s t a t e m e n t s. . .

She wasn’t pretty.
She was beautiful.
She wasn’t smart.
She was brilliant.
He didn’t like her.
He loved her.
He didn’t want to be with her until he died.
He would always want to be with her, forever and ever.

Those weren’t understatements.

“Naminé.” She introduced herself as she sat down next to him, sky blue eyes sparkling, her melodic voice entrancing him. No, it wasn’t melodic. It was the voice of an angel.

“Roxas.” He said, hoping he didn’t sound too punch-drunk.

They became good friends after that.

No, not friends.

That was an understatement.

What was the real statement?

I, Kimiko Hikari, will leave that up to you to figure out.

Coming, mom!

Silly parentals.

A/N: I ended it kind of funky… oh well. xD;

[Mistress Emma]

Rapunzel

Naminé had two passions that her cold distanced cruel parents had forbidden. Drawing, (“Frivolous waste of time that could be used studying,”) and him (no explanation needed).

Naminé was a prodigy, and an unwilling one. She had found out she was when she was what... Five? Her parents had withdrawn her from school and made her just stay in her incredibly high up room an study all day. She felt like Rapunzel locked in her tower when she was up there.

Rapunzel had always had been her favourite fairytale, it seemed so like her life, and it had a happy ending. Naminé was still waiting for her prince with happy ending attached.

She got her prince, but she sure as hell didn't get a happy ending.

One day, she met him. Roxas. The random guy she had spied out of her window one day. He was just a normal guy, didn't like school, had a slightly boring life, got Cs in nearly everything.

Naminé told him about her life, and wham-bang she was hopelessly infatuated with him. She told him about prodigy-dom and her parents and feeling like Rapunzel. He promised to be her prince and rescue her.

It doesn't work when there is no hair for him to climb.

Her parents had found him when he came back with a rope she could climb down. They attacked her prince and drowned him in the river they lived by.

Naminé cried all night.

She thought that she had a chance for a happy ending. She shouldn't have been hopeful.

There was no more prince. But she can't stand it. Rapunzel can't be locked in her tower anymore but some bright spark had cut her hair and her prince had come and gone.

She's not bothering with hair/rope anymore because simply getting out isn't really the objective now, the objective was to just be with the prince. No matter what.

And as she lays on the ground losing grip willingly she reckons this would have been the end of Rapunzel if it wasn't a fairytale.

[Mistress Emma]

Infatuation

A/N: You know, this one doesn't actually need to be Namixas but that was the pairing it was meant to be... Hence it's here...

She was a manipulator. She needed to manipulate him, so that she did. She hinted and sent dreams and looked at him and he was then completely infatuated with her just as she had planned it and that would be his downfall, as needed for her cause.

~manipulate&control~

She put all her heart into her effort, to make him trust her. And it worked, he was infatuated with her and she was sadistically happy with the way it would end.

She wouldn't be soon.

~convince&fall~

They were going to kill him soon, and she had to lead him there. But she have fallen for him in all his curious, innocent, naive glory. She went against the plans and kept him away but it didn't really matter because her superiors came and slew him right before her eyes and she could do nothing but watch. She ran to her little world she had surrounded in life from plants. She reached for a flower, a beautiful Iris with a deadly scent she had often used. She can't believe what she had done and breathed deeply from the flower.

~save&fail~

[nikki ^_^]

Ok, yes, weird title. And yes, Namine was like I was 2 days ago

Roxas The Carpenter

She was depressed, and he could see that. But he didn’t know what to do. How do you treat a girl when she’s broken hearted? So he went to get advice. The first person he went to was Hayner.

All he did was scoff.
‘You think I know how to treat a girl in that situation? Ask Olette.’

So Roxas did.

‘It begins here.’ She said, drawing a circle in the dirt, with a stick. ‘It depends what the girl is upset about. Why is Namine upset?’

‘Well, I think it has something to do with her parents…’ Was all Roxas could answer ‘But I don’t know for sure. She doesn’t really talk about it, just kind of sits there with wide eyes. Like she’s on the verge of crying but she doesn’t want to.’

Olette thought for a moment. ‘Her parents… that would be in this circle.’ She drew 3 more circles inside the 1st one. ‘There. That means you should comfort her often, be really patient with her, and you shouldn’t ask what’s wrong.’

Roxas thought that was NOT going to help.
‘Right.’

He wandered off. Olette grinned.
He’s still a kid, in some ways. She thought.

Roxas had actually wondered off in search of Namine. He found her hidden behind an enormous tree, that he and her had carved their names on. She was sobbing.

‘Come on, Nam, what’s up?’
She looked up. ‘Oh, Roxas, I’m so glad you’re here! They won’t stop arguing, and I’m afraid to go home and – ‘

‘Shh, Nam, it’s ok. It’s normal for parents to bicker.’
Namine began to cry again, this time on Roxas’ shoulder.
‘B – but, you don’t get it. They’ve been fighting for AGES. Since I was 13. They just won’t stop. It hurts to hear them, yelling all the time. They hardly ever talk to me now.’

‘Nam, how can that worry you? I avoid talking to my parents anyway. It’s a phase. A phase. Just a phase.’
‘Some phase…’

Roxas smiled slightly. ‘You’re making me sad, with all your crying.’
Namine stuck out her tongue and giggled. ‘Can I stay at your house tonight?’
‘Sure, just as long as you don’t flood it!’

She pushed him, but she was smiling. ‘Why you…’
Roxas snorted. ‘From depression to violence.’
‘I was not depressed, thank you.’
‘Your welcome.’
‘Look, Roxas, really, Thanks.’
‘For what?’

‘You know… Very well, mind you. Being my carpenter in…’ She studied his clothes. ‘Dirty jeans…’

Uh huh, weird, I know. But I like it

[Queen Shannykins]

A/N: Nehehehehe –implodes from fluffyness-

I had fun with this one.

[&& she had the voice of an angel]

Ah, spring. Spring meant the musical at Sunset Hills High School was going to be performed. But, of course, for a performance, you need cast and crew, which came from the one and only Sunset Hills Drama Club.

The Drama Club consisted of many people, Roxas and his cousin Sora, along with his friends Hayner and Pence, whom all four of them together usually worked on the music for the performance since they had a band. It also consisted of many others needed for crew and cast. The Drama Coach, Mr. Valentine, usually played favorites when it came to the casting, however. And he always picked…

The Inner Circle.

Also known as the people with the highest social status in the Drama Club. Coincidentally, all those ‘Inner Circle’ members hung out together. They were known to be ruthless. Their ringleader, Kairi Miyanagi, was considered to be Satan in a teenage girl’s body. (Sora told Roxas he thought she was just overly bitchy and lusty. How Sora knew that, Roxas DID NOT want to know.) Then her group consisted of Olette, who could barely pass any classes, Leon and Cloud, who were really just there for bodyguard, and the fact that they were the most sought-after hotties in the school didn’t hurt, either, and Naminé, who was Kairi’s half-sister, and a bit of a doormat. She did all their homework and stuff, and never complained. Roxas wondered if she ever even talked.

That was until he heard her sing.

She had the voice of an angel.

Naminé was the reason why Roxas joined the Drama Club in the first place.

However, they only managed to be friends. And with her social status compared to his, that’s probably all they ever would be.

This year’s musical didn’t help much either.

This year, the Drama Club was putting on the hit musical Grease, a favorite among the students. Since Mr. Valentine was biased as usual, everyone knew that Kairi would land the role of Frenchie, Olette would land the role of Rizzo, Cloud would get the role of the Guardian Angel, Leon would get the role of Danny, and Naminé would get the role of Sandy, as she easily was the best singer.

Roxas usually did not mind that the Inner Circle got the best roles; they were the best actors anyway. But one thing bothered him about that casting. If Leon was Danny and Naminé was Sandy, well, in Grease, Danny snogs Sandy until she can’t see straight.

And Roxas would not stand for Leon sucking off Naminé’s pretty face.

So there was only one option.

“I think I’m going to try out for Danny.” Roxas said to his friends as they sat around in the comfortable auditorium chairs, and after 3 seconds of utter silence, they burst out laughing.

“Dude… Roxas. You can’t sing.” Hayner said as he wiped away tears of laughter, as Pence rolled around on the floor and Sora just stared at his crazy cousin.

“Aw, Hayner, give him a break. He just doesn’t want Leon to kiss his beloved little blonde girl. Because then Naminé will fall in love with Leon, and they’ll be the school’s golden couple, and they’ll be Prom King and Queen, and they’ll run off and get married, and have lots of little-” Sora said dramatically and stopped as Roxas glared at him. Sora then blinked and looked at his cousin, who looked determined. “…You… you’re not kidding about this, are you?”

“No.” Roxas said quietly, but their conversation was interrupted when all the guys in the auditorium’s heads turned around to look at who was coming into the auditorium.

Pence let out a loud wolf-whistle. “Look, it’s America’s Next Top Model and her lackies.”

Kairi walked into the auditorium, her bubble gum bubble popping right as she stepped foot into the auditorium. She walked as if she owned the place, which, considering how rich she was, she could probably buy the place, and renovate it. On either side was Olette and Naminé, and following behind them in a body-guard mafia-ish style were Leon and Cloud.

“Did you hear what Vaan said about Kairi the other day? She beat him with her purse for it.” Sora said to his friends, grinning at what Vaan at told him.

“What?” Hayner questioned, wanting in on what pissed the Ice Queen off.

“He said that Al Gore should enlist Kairi for his help to stop Global Warming, because she could freeze the world in an instant, due to the fact that she’s one cold bitch.” Sora said, and laughed, as did the guys.

“Vaan is retarded, man. Needs to learn not to say stuff right to the Queen’s face.” Pence said, and snapped his head around as Kairi poked him in the back with one long French manicured fingernail.

“You. Go get a glass of water for Cloud. He has a cough.” She said icily, her violet eyes narrowed. Pence nodded.

“Yes.” He said, and when he walked away he mumbled “bitch.”

Kairi then giggled and leaned against the back of one of the chairs. “Hey. Sora. Me. You. Band room. Now.” She grinned naughtily, and winked, and Roxas felt very bad for his cousin. Apparently, Kairi had a bit of a fetish for guitar players… and that’s what Sora was in their band.

“Any day, anytime, Kairi.” Sora said jokingly and shrugged. Roxas wondered how he could just shrug something off like that. Then again, Sora was always out on one day or another, whereas Roxas’s last date was almost three years ago.

“Hello, Roxas.” An angelic voice said softly, barely audible, and Roxas looked to see Naminé smiling at him. Roxas wished his brain could think of an intelligent response, not that it could even think up a response at all.

“Oh! Uh. Naminé! Uh… erm…” He said and she giggled softly, and then they heard a loud fake cough and everybody turned their head to see Mr. Valentine in his red cape as usual, on stage.

“Attention, drama students!” He said in his usual monotone voice. Roxas always thought it was kind of ironic that someone who spoke in the same droning tone would be the Drama Coach. “We are now going to audition for the roles in the musical Grease. First up, Kairi Miyanagi, auditioning for the role of Frenchie.” He read off a sheet of paper, and Kairi brightened and skipped up to the stage, with many loud whistles and cat-calls coming from the male part of the audience.

“She’d be a good Frenchie.” Pence grunted, coming back with Cloud’s water.

“In more ways than one, if you know what I mean.” Sora said, raising his eyebrows suggestively and sticking his tongue out just a bit.

“Did not need to hear that.” Roxas groaned and turned to Naminé. “So, uhm, I bet you’re auditioning for Sandy, right? You do have the best voice in the whole school.”

“Aw, you flatter me, Roxas.” Naminé smiled sweetly and tucked a lock of winter-blonde hair behind her ear. “But yes, I am trying out for Sandy.” Her sky blue eyes glittered. Roxas wondered if he was a puddle on the floor. “Are you trying out? I know you usually don’t and that you prefer crew, but I’m just curious.” She said, kindly.

“Well, uhm, yeah…” Roxas said, and a blush crept up into his face as he spoke, “I’m trying out for Danny.”

Naminé laughed. “Well then,” she said, smiling and showing pearly teeth, “you better be a good kisser, because Leon sure as hell isn’t.”

Roxas laughed at this, and then she did too, for she loved his laugh to pieces. “But Leon’s probably going to get the part…” Roxas shrugged, and Naminé sighed.

“Vincent Valentine and his favorites. Cloud can’t sing or dance…” Naminé said, eyes downcast.

“Why do you take so much crap from them?!” Roxas said suddenly, and Naminé’s eyes snapped up and looked at him curiously. “Well, no, I mean-”

“I understand.” Naminé said, laughing. “Everyone thinks I do all their homework for them and stuff in exchange for getting some eyeshadow put on professionally. That’s not the case. I just tag along because Kairi’s my step-sister… and… well, I have no one else to hang out with.” Naminé said, blushing, and Roxas gaped at her.

“You?! Naminé de Vereaux, has NO ONE to hang out with?” Roxas said, astonished, and Naminé nodded. “You’re kidding!”

“It’s true. My social life is so wasted due to Kairi dragging me everywhere that I have no time to make any friends.” She sighed, and Roxas frowned.

“Wait. I don’t count?” He said, and Naminé gasped.

“Wait, Roxas, I didn’t mean, I’m sorry, we’re friends, right? I meant to say-” Naminé panicked and Roxas laughed.

“Calm down. We’re cool, Nam.” He said, and she nodded, as Mr. Valentine then called out Naminé’s name. “Break a leg, Naminé!” Roxas said to her, and Naminé sighed.

“What is it with stage people thinking that saying ‘good luck’ ruins everything? Breaking your legs hurts.” Naminé said, rolling her eyes, and walked up to the stage. She auditioned with the song ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You’.

Roxas was completely mesmerized.

Later on, it was everyone else’s turn. Olette’s, Leon’s, Cloud’s, and his own. The results were to be posted.

Roxas could only wish for the best.

;&;

[/i]

“Roxas! Look! The list is up!” Sora said as they walked into the school and pointed to a crowd of people circling around a list of cast names for the musical.

“Oh God.” Roxas said, and pushed his way to the front.

He about died when he saw the list.

He did not get the part.

“Naminé got the role of Sandy.” Sora said happily, and continued to read down the list, “Kairi’s Frenchie, Olette is Rizzo, Cloud is the Guardian Angel… and… oh, man, Roxas, I’m sorry… Danny is played by Leon.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I can read.” Roxas snapped at his cousin, who recoiled.

“It’s unfair, it really is.” Roxas heard the melodic voice of Naminé and turned to see her. “You’re better than Leon.”

“You’re just saying that.” Roxas said, looking away from her. Naminé placed a hand on his shoulder, and Roxas then felt as if he was on fire.

“You’re Cloud’s understudy. That’s something, considering Mr. Valentine prefers you as crew.” Naminé said sympathetically, and Roxas shrugged her hand off his shoulder. She sighed. “Hey, I’m going to need help memorizing these lines. You want to come over to my house after school and help?”

Roxas sighed. It’d probably would be the only chance in his life he’d ever be alone with her. “Sure.” He said, praying to God that Sora wouldn’t make a stupid comment.

“Okay then, it’s a date!” Naminé said happily and walked off.

“Hehe. She said date.” Sora sniggered, elbowing Roxas.

“Shut up. She means like ‘today’s date’ not ‘oh Roxas I want to have your children’ kind of date.” Roxas said, sourly. Sora burst out laughing.

“…Where the hell did you pull the ‘oh Roxas I want to have your children’ thing from? Out your ass?! For the love of God!” Sora said, smirking. “But now I know what you fantasize about in class. Damn, and I thought Kairi’s and my little band room sessions were bad…”

Roxas whacked Sora upside the head.

;&l[/i]

“Well, where should we start?” Roxas inquired, picking up a script.

“The beginning would be nice.” Naminé said, nodding. Roxas gulped. Danny kissed Sandy right at the beginning. Oh God oh Jesus oh God oh Jesus oh Hojo.

“I’m going back to Australia; I might never see you again.” Naminé read from the script. She was as good an actress as she was a singer.

“Don’t… Don’t talk that way, Sandy…” Roxas read, but trailed off at the end of the sentence, because according to the script…

he had to kiss her.

Roxas brushed his lips so softly against Naminé’s that it took Naminé a second to realize he was kissing her. He heart thrummed in her chest. She had always liked Roxas. She just… never told anyone.

‘Kiss him back, Naminé. Le duh.’ Naminé thought to herself and she did so. Roxas then pulled away and Naminé’s eyes were still closed as she sighed dreamily.

“You’re a good kisser…” She mumbled as she nuzzled his neck with her face. Roxas knew his temperature had skyrocketed.

“That’s not in the script, Nam…” He chuckled softly, as did she.

“But we’re not acting…” She said as she kissed him again. This one was shorter, but just as sweet. Roxas cradled her in his arms for a bit, trying to let what happened sink in.

“And I thought you were just good at singing…” Roxas said into her soft blonde locks of hair and Naminé looked up at him, her eyes shining.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She said indignantly but kissed him again.

&& she had the voice of an {angel}
but he was the one who knew
someone as good as her
had to fall straight from heaven
[/center]

A/N: Kinda strayed off the topic. Oh well… So now it’s singing/acting. xD

[Mistress Izzy]

Clichéd

Naminé yawned loudly during the first five minutes. Roxas already had his fist in his cheek, his eyes bored.

“God, this is soooo clichéd. Why did we buy this, again?” Naminé asked Roxas. He grunted and shrugged.

‘Living my own world, didn’t understand!’ Naminé groaned, and threw popcorn at the television. ‘I never believed in, what I couldn’t see!’

“And they fall in love in three…two…one…now!” Roxas deadpanned. Naminé threw her hands up the air, and as soon as the two ‘teenagers’ onscreen started singing the chorus of the song, she just stared.

“This is worse than that time we caught Saїx singing in the shower. And that was really bad. Like, mind numbingly bad.” She commented lightly, searching for something under the cushions of the couch. Roxas watched her.

“What you looking for?” he asked. She looked up at him.

“The remote, so I can turn the channel over, or turn it off altogether.” She went back to looking under the couch. Roxas grinned at her. She looked confusedly at him.

“Let’s make our own cliché-ness,” he suggested. Naminé frowned.

…

Roxas stretched and yawned. Naminé giggled as he accidentally dropped the remote behind the couch, and leaned over to get it. She seriously contemplated slapping his cute little hiney, but, how would Roxas react if she did?

“So, what next? Summerland, Heroes, or Sixth Sense?” Roxas asked, as soon as he recovered the remote. Naminé hummed decisively.

“Summerland. You chose John Tucker Must Die, and that was embarrassing for me, so, let’s embarrass you for a little while.” She giggled again, as Roxas groaned.

“Why? Why oh why, Nomura? Why Jesse McCartney?” he asked the ceiling. Naminé grinned at him.

“Because McCartney’s cute.”

“But, he can’t sing! And, if I see one more video on YouTube of me smashing that computer that’s playing ‘Beautiful Soul’, I swear to god, I’m suing.” Roxas complained. Naminé rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t accidentally read an M rated fic of us. God, that was horrible. So bad. Ugh.” Naminé shivered convulsively. Roxas sniggered. He then stared blankly ahead. Naminé waved a hand in front of his face.

“Earth to Roxas? Hellooo? Roxas!” she exclaimed. He turned slowly to look at her.

“They’re writing about this.”

“Huh?”

“They’re going to be writing about this. God! They think, ‘Oh, must write about Roxas and Naminé, because they’re Sora and Kairi’s Nobodies, and they have to be in love!’. It pisses me off, Naminé. We can’t even feel.” He sighed, slouching in the sofa resignedly. Naminé stared softly at him.

“So…you don’t think we can have feelings?”

“I know we don’t have feelings.” Roxas stared up at her as she sat on her knees. She broke his gaze.

“Well then, how come I can feel your love?” she asked him, her voice breaking slightly. Roxas sighed and smiled.

“Because we’re clichéd.” And brought her into a hug, where she sobbed into his shoulder all night.



Aw...it starts off so happy...

[nikki ^_^]

A/N: I decided to dedicate this to Shannon… Not that I usually dedicate fics to anyone… but for 2 reasons:
1. I used her funky writing, which is uberly funky
And 2. She luffies Roxime, and practically anything else XD

An accident...


Ok, to be honest, it wasn’t. It was in a way, but in another it wasn’t. I feel really guilty…
I know that Sora really likes Namine, but… well… I kinda like her too.

It all happened quite fast.

We were just sitting there watching a movie.
And then, Sora went to the bathroom. Right at the romantic bit.
He gets all red in the face at those parts, especially when there’s a girl snuggling up to him.

So we were alone in the room.

And I knew Sora would be there for awhile. It seems Namine knew too.

But that kiss lasted longer then we had supposed.

As I said, it happened quite fast.
Suddenly, Namine had moved over a seat.
‘So you like this movie?’ She had asked.
‘It’s alright, you know, same old…’
She agreed. ‘Not really Sora’s style.’

I had laughed ‘Sora can’t stand romance. It’s funny though, he still seems to be the one getting girls quicker then Hayner and Leon.’
And then, we just kissed. I can’t remember who did what first.

But it was h e a v e n.

If you’ve kissed any other girl, you’ve kissed an elephant.

But if you’ve kissed Namine, you’ve kissed an {angel}.

It’s hard to describe it. And what is easy to describe is how angry Sora was.
He was like a raging rhino, charging. Who would have thought he’d get so mad, all I did was kiss his girlfriend! I didn’t harass her or anything like that!
I just…

b.e.t.r.a.y.e.d.h.i.m.

OUCH.

I know I would get kind of mad at him if he did that… but… the cold shoulder? The whole ‘eww, Roxas germs’ thing?

It suddenly felt like the only friend I had in the world was her. You could always turn to her for anything. She was like the school problem solver. Math wise, and people wise.
My wise too.
She made life seem a whole lot easier, though the burden on my shoulder was just as heavy.
She told me that I should apologize. So I did.
Now we go out. And Sora just started dating this new girl, Kairi. And, looking back, I see it never would have happened if I hadn’t accidentally kissed her…

A/N: Weee! It’s over! Weee! Ahem, yes, WEEE!

[Mistress Emma]

Imaginary Angel

She’s the best dream he’s ever had. A halo of golden hair, cherishing lavender eyes, and a beautiful petite figure he’s dying to hold.

His subconscious is God in his eyes for dreaming up an angel like her. Everything about her is perfect. He wants to give his soul to her, he wants to marry her, he wants her... to have his children someday.

Too bad she’s not real.

He loves to sleep. When he sleeps, he sees her. Every night, he goes to bed as early as he can.

But lately she’s been fading.

He notices this when he sees her (this night his mind has placed them on a beach, where the sun is setting. What a romantic scene). Her pale blonde locks blending into the scenery, her delicate features clouding over, her hands becoming transparent now and again.

“Naminé... What’s happening to you?” he asks concernedly. He could not take it if anything would happen to her, even if she’s just a dream.

“Roxas...” she trails off, biting back tears, as Roxas noticed. “I am not real. I am nothing but your fantasy. You’re... Outgrowing your fantasy,” she concludes with such anguish. Roxas feels a wave of absolute loathing for himself for hurting her in anyway.

“No! Naminé! I don’t want to outgrow you! I love you,” he panics, horrified and terrified at the idea of losing.

She bursts into tears at his guilt. “It’s not your fault Roxas...” Maybe it is, maybe it’s not, Roxas isn’t sure, and because Naminé is just part of Roxas’s mind, Naminé wasn’t sure.

“I do love you. Even if your just a figment of my imagination...” He trails off. She presses a soft kiss to his lips.

“I won’t outgrow you,” he mutters, as he realises the thing he has come to hate most is happening; the thing that separates him from Naminé every single day.

He is waking up.

“I’ll see you tonight!” he promises. How wrong he is.

***

The next night, he does not dream of her.

He can’t remember what this dream was about; all he can remember is that she wasn’t there.

He broke his promise.

He didn’t see her tonight, and he knows he’ll never see again.

***

The next day, he shakes and mourns for the angel he loved at lost, but he has to work his mourning through the day because he still has to go to school even though the person he loves (present tense), because he was the only one to which she existed. But she’s gone now...

Next class is science. They’re doing dissection (this has to be a recipe for disaster, with his depression). He walks in, and head over to his science partner and good friend Izzy. It is commonly known throughout their class that she had the hugest crush on him in the history of huge crushes, but this fact seems to have passed Roxas by.

“Hey Roxas!” she smiles at him. He experimentally gives her a smile back, but it doesn’t come out right and he can’t hide the fact he is miserable.

“You okay Roxas?” she asks, slightly concerned.

“Fine,” he lies at her. Then he spots the scalpel. “Hey Izzy?”

“Yeah Roxas-in-a-Boxas?” she replies.

“Do you think all angels are in heaven?” he inches closer to the scalpel.

She facepalms. “Uh. Le duh, Roxas. You moron.”

“In that case...” he picks up the scalpel. “...She’s waiting for me...” he makes one quick but deep cut across his throat.

“ROXAS!”

A/N: That was... odd. o.o Do not ask why I threw Izzy in there. Sorry about killing your bishi off Izjala. It was part of the plot!