Alright since I practically suck at beginnings (practically my ass...) let's just start :U!
Disclaimer: I don't own kingdom hearts or anything in it.. cuz if I did, not only would it suck, but the games wouldn't be on FIVE DIFFERENT PLATFORMS DANGIT!
Seriously guys either stick to two or even three or stop making such awesome games ( please don't. please) you're breaking my heart! ( And more importantly my wallet..)
What was I doing..? AH! Right. I don't own kingdom hearts. Square Enix and Disney do. Those brilliant bastards..
Ah and this IS IN DEED A YAOI FIC! rated M for future reasons. Youve been warned but really what did u expect from me 3
I am untitled…
"Just make it the best way you can. We're counting on you!"
That was all the direction Namine gave as she practically dumped a bunch of sketchbooks on her best-friend-turned-slave. Sora Leonhart sighed as he guided a needle through a mass of fabric. "Why does she always turn to me for these sorts of things…"
Because your damn good at what you do that's why. He snorted at the cockiness in his inner voice but didn't disagree. After all, he was damn good at what he did. For example:
Those costumes for the school play? He made all of them.
The dresses the judges practically drool over at every showcase? He pours his very soul into them.
And who, WHO was singlehandedly responsible for his schools new logo? Yeah that's right. The one featured on all of the uniforms, sports teams' t shirts, on every banner and smack in the middle for the school floor? Well actually Namine was responsible for that.. but HE designed and color coordinated all the gear it was printed on! Yup, all him and he wasn't even a sophomore when he did all that..
Sora couldn't help the proud smirk that crept its way on his features. With renewed vigor, he continued stitching and mending fabric until it was a perfect match to one of the pictures Namine drew. He held It up to inspect his work. It was a soft blue French maid dress with the works: frills off the shoulder, a dark blue leather like material that braced the midsection with white fabric in the chest area (in which he had bunched up the fabric there to leave room for the different bust sizes this would have to accomodate.) Long silk flowing from the back, ready to be tied in a bow along with dark blue strings in the back of the attached leather, making it double as a sort of girdle. He finished it by making the edge of the dress frilly and adding his logo on the inside. Sora hummed thoughtfully as his eyes switched from the drawing to the dress in his hand. While her directions were vague in speech, Sora was thankful her drawings were well detailed, so much in fact that he could see each curve within the lace and the tiny tendrils of silk. He smiled to himself, but his smile faded as he continued to inspect the dress.
" This would be much easier if I had a model to test this on.." He said to himself. He had wanted to buy a mannequin for all his designing needs, but his legal guardian and brother, Squall, refused to dish out the money needed.
"That money can be used to pay a bill or put some food in the house. What do you want to do, make clothes or starve?"
Sora groaned as he remembered his brother's rant. Squall was very clear in his objections and Sora could practically feel scolding blue eyes boring into him over the phone. His brother was currently travelling, doing odd jobs in various places and wiring Sora the money for the small apartment he lived in. Sora would sometimes feel bad about all the work squall would have to do, but when he offered to quit school to help Squall wouldn't hear of it. "I don't want you to end up like me" Was all he said. Sora sighed and ran a tan hand through his wild and spikey brown hair. While he did want the mannequin he knew his brother was well right. Heck, he was thankful for the little sowing machine his brother had sent him for his birthday. It was cheap, and needed a new needle but it did the job..
A loud ring interrupted his thoughts and he jumped slightly before searching through piles of fabric for his phone. The name on the caller I.D read Namine.
" Hey Nams."
" Hey Sora, Just calling to check on your progress. How's it going?" She answered. Sora could hear the scrapping of a pot in the background, signifying she was cooking.
"It's going pretty good. I got one done already but.. I'm not too sure about the specs.." He turned the dress in his hand as he inspected the little details. Namine giggled in response.
" Oh don't be such a perfectionist. I know it's just perfect!" Namine chirped. Sora chuckled at her choice of words. "So when can I see it?"
" Umm not yet. I still want to add a little lace to the sockings."
" Oh alright, so I'll pick it up later on today."
" Wait- what? No! I said it's not ready!" Sora said, rattled.
" Oh pisposh!" Pisposh? " It doesn't take two days to add lace to a socking. Can't wait to see it Sor~ bye!"
"Wait Namine-!" The now flustered brunette heard a click, signifying she had already hung up. He heaved a sigh and allowed his body to flop back on his bed, also full of various fabrics. Dang that Namine. She's so soft spoken, but once she makes up her mind its final. Sora smirked. After working so close with Namine for three years, he didn't expect any less. He tucked a hand under his blue t-shirt, resting it on his bare stomach as he scratched lightly while his mind traveled back to when he first collaborated with her.
They were both potential freshmen for Destiny Islands School of the Arts, a school dedicated to refining all the artiscly gifted and world renowned for landing over 90 percent of graduates with jobs in high profile places. They featured departments in dance, music, art, theater and fashion and in order to enter the school, it was a requirement that each potential student come up with a piece of their own. Sora was struggling with various fabrics and patterns. He had ideas in his head, but he could never bring them to life on paper. One day while he was taking a walk to clear his mind he saw Namine struggling with some sketches. Curios, he peeked over her shoulder. She was drawing various patterns and lines, but they were all scattered and clashing. He felt urged to point out the short comings and give his advice, expecting to receive a glare from the small blonde, but instead got a tight hug followed by a flurry of 'thank you's. He later learned that she was also trying to get into the school and that the piece that scored the highest with the judging panel would earn the artist a full four year scholar ship. Sora eyes widened at the knowledge and his heart fell. When asked, he told Namine about his hardships then she came up with the idea of combining their talents in one project since there were no rules saying two students couldn't collaborate. One thing led to another and not only did they make the cut with flying colors, the judging panel was so impressed with their collaboration that they were both granted the scholar ship. They've been best friends ever sense..
Sora smiled fondly at the memories. He sat up, grabbing a nearby incomplete socking and started attaching the lace to the edges expertly.
A few blocks away, Namine was humming happily as she stirred a small pot of stew, taking in a big whiff of the mixture and mentally patting herself on the back. " Dinner's ready! Come and get it before I eat it!"
The shuffling of feet down a stair case was confirmation that her call had been heard. Soon a small boy with blonde hair spiking out in all directions followed by a taller man with jet black hair slicked back in an almost impossible fashion were scrambling into the kitchen.
"Aww man, we're having stew again?" The man groaned. Namine wagged her ladle at him. " Well Zack, if you had brought the right things we could have been having burgers tonight." She scolded, but her smile never faded. Zack pouted childishly and whined. " How am I supposed to know what meats are for what. It's still meat!" Namine shook her head and tsk'd her surrogate brother. " That's why you're supposed to read the BOLD PRINT on the labels mister. I can't make burgers with meat that's for stewing." Zack crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at her, earning a raspberry in return. They both smiled when the younger boy in the room chuckled quietly. The said blonde was already sitting at the table, obediently waiting for his meal.
" See? Roxas isn't complaining. Just for that Roxas gets the first serving along with YOUR share of garlic bread." Namine said as she proceeded to serve the stew. Zack cried out in response, causing another quiet laugh from the younger blonde.
" Aww how is that fair! You know how much I like garlic bread!" He objected.
" Should have thought of that before you opened your big yap." She responded heading over to the stove.
" Come on I'm sorry! Roxas say something?" Zack pleaded. Roxas looked up seeming to think about it. " Well I do like garlic bread." He said. Namine giggled at Zack's over exaggerated expression. He opened his mouth about to object when a sudden ring erupted through the kitchen. All giggles stopped abruptly and smiles fell from the three faces as Zack pulled out his cell phone. His incredibly bright blue eyes darkened at the name on the caller I.D before he answered with a solemn tone.
" Zack Fair, first class speaking," He listened quietly to the person on the other line before nodding. " Right. I'll be right there sir. " The phone closed with a snap and he sighed before looking at the now saddened faces before him. " Sorry Namine.. Looks like you'll have to make that stew to go." Namine frowned.
" Do.. Do you have to go?" Zack flinched at the sadness in her voice but kept his smile strong as he patted her head.
" Sorry kiddo. You know the deal.." He said trying to soothe her sadness. She whimpered in response but went to pack his share of the meal obediently, garlic bread included. Zack turned to Roxas, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
" You okay Roxas?" He asked, but he knew the answer. Roxas had resorted to keeping his gaze firmly on his lap. Zack hated doing this to them. Every week it was the same thing. He'd come home, being promised a full week of no task from SOILDER, then three days later some emergency happens and he's off to the borders of god-knows-where for a few days if he's lucky. He wished he could stay with his adopted brother and sister, but the job pays well and he had bills to pay and mouths to feed. He felt more like a parent than a surrogate brother, but no way was he ready to be called 'dad'. Not yet.
A ruffle of paper broke him from his muse as his dinner was neatly packed and presented to him. Namine tried to smile reassuringly, but her deep blue eyes still held sorrow in them. Zack smiled appreciatively before hugging his little sister and patting Roxas on the head. A loud beep from outside signified the arrival of his carpool and he heaved. " Well better get going. That woman has the patience of a loaded gun.." He went to the foyer, slipping on the matching boots to his uniform in which he already had on as a precaution. He heard the patter of feet and turned for one last good bye as Namine presented his large buster blade to him with difficulty. He took it and snapped it to hoist on his back with ease.
" You be careful out there Zack Fair. Don't make me have to come and get you." Namine said. Zack gave a sad chuckle before once again ruffling her head.
" I think rather have Tifa running after me than you kiddo, you're pretty scary, especially with a ladle."
" And don't you forget it mister!" Namine added. Zack laughed again before turning to Roxas. There was a smile on his face, but Zack could see his blue eyes swirl with sorrow and doubt.
" Don't worry about us Zack.. We'll see you when you get back." He said quietly. Zack's heart practically broke at the words and he couldn't stop himself from pulling the young boy in a tight hug. He stayed there for a moment before another loud beep signified he was about to miss his ride. With one last look and an exchange of nods, he left with a silent goodbye, closing the door behind. Namine sighed, watching the black jeep pull off before going back in the kitchen. " Come on Roxas. Your stew is gonna get cold." She turned and looked at Roxas when she didn't get a response and found him starring off in the direction Zack had left in. She came behind him and wrapped her arms around her younger brothers small frame.
" He's gone.." He said. Namine nodded.
" He'll be back soon. There's no war going on but I guess they still have boarders to protect and junk like that.."
" What if… what if he doesn't come back… what if he leaves us like mom and dad.." Namine tighten her hold on her biological brother comforting him.
" He well.. You forget, those people were jerks." She said as visions of their birth parents flashed before her eyes. She frowned at the memories, practically hearing a younger Roxas crying in her ears. Roxas snorted at her comment. " That's the understatement of the year." He said with a smirk. Namine giggled before pecking him on the cheek.
"Yeah yeah. Come on lets go eat. Oh by the way I need you to run an errand for me later"
" What? What didn't you tell me before I took my clothes off!" Roxas complained, frowning while Namine only giggled in response. They procceded to the kitchen, Roxas whinning childishly while Namine only hummed innocently in response.
A/N: Alright so that's gonna be the first chapter. I think 2,000+ words is enough right? Any way next chapt with be the lemony lemon ( horrible writing btw ugh orz) . This was originally a one shot idea ( well two shot now) but I typed so damn much that it could at least be a short story. What do you think? Should I end it next chapt or keep writing and see where this crap goes? Review and tell me :D By the by if anyone is interesting in beta-in g this sad sad author, it'll be much appreciated 3 THANKS.
