A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfiction and I would like to make a request:

No flames, constructive criticism is welcome!

Characters are a bit OOC! And this story is AU!

Disclaimer: winternightlullaby does not own Kingdom Hearts, Tetsuya Nomura does, lucky jerk...

Summary: Namine is probably the sweetest girl in Twilight Town, but after an explosive confrontation with her boyfriend that got him in prison, she mends her life back and moves on with his kind brother. Too bad her boyfriend hasn't forgotten her, and he'll do about anything to make sure he is her one and only.

Chapter 1: Cheering her up and showing his true self

Namine was sitting in her front yard, silently spraying water on her flowers while contemplating her situation. It had been a week since she found out that her boyfriend Ventus was cheating on her, and she ended up taking him back only 3 days ago. Was she doing the right thing? Or would she rather face Ventus's extremely desperate methods of getting back with her? She remembered what he had done: Announcing his love for her over the intercom at school and getting packages of different teddy bears every freaking day at exactly 12 pm. She sighed deeply, Ventus's excited face flooded her mind when she remembered the day she took him back.

But her thoughts were halted when she felt something warm on her face, then her sight was clouded in darkness. 'Hands,' she thought. Then smiled.

"I know who it is."

"No you don't!" said a male voice behind her. "Let's play the guessing game!" Namine sighed. This was seriously becoming a routine. But hey, it cheered her up when she needed it. Especially at times like this.

"I am an Adonis-like figure, I have a chiseled tanned body with chiseled blond hair and...chiseled...blue eyes-"

"Eyes can't be chiseled! Cutting your eyes is bad," she giggled, feeling a weight off her shoulders.

"No no no, you think my eyes are chiseled because I am so built to the point where I am a diamond carved by the gods. No one stands up to my chiseledness. Who am I?" Namine smirked.

"Edward from Twilight, now let go of me." The hands were gone the second she gave her answer. Turning, she saw her boyfriend's younger brother Roxas, who was the mirror image of Ventus. Dark blonde hair, evenly tanned skin, and eyes a gorgeous blue. He tended to exaggerate his emotions around Namine, usually keeping a cool, sarcastic demeanor with others not in his private circle of close friends. But today, he looked like someone who had been deeply insulted.

"Edward from Twilight? Seriously, Namine? I am so offended!" Namine shrugged.

"You kept saying you were 'chiseled' so I assumed." She sprayed him with her hose. "It's your fault."

Roxas jerked back, brushing water off his clothes and skin. "Oh dammit! That's gonna chap my delicate skin!" Namine stared for a long time, dropping the leaking hose.

"Wow, Roxas. You are like Edward after all." In response, Roxas chased her around her yard, picking up the hose and threatening to spray her if she didn't take back what she said. She wasn't aware of the dangerous eyes that watched them from afar, but Roxas could practically feel the daggers on his back. Psh, like he cared.

Ventus watched as his dearest girlfriend was being chased around by his parasite of a brother. 'Roxas...' The very name was like acid on his tongue. He always wanted things he could never have, and Namine was untouchable. Roxas would only toy around with her then dump her later, it was basically his nature when it came down to action figures and video games. He treated people like toys in school, especially his retarded fan club, why would he treat Namine differently?Roxas always left the old for the new, but Ventus was different. He would treasure her always and protect her from the greedy hands of his brother. Sure, he did cheat on her, but he was foolish and didn't understand how much she really meant to him.

Ventus sat on his bed, then turned to the desk beside him so he could see a glossy black picture frame that contained Namine's picture. She smiled sweetly at the camera in her short white dress and light brown sandals. Smiling at him. He absently traced his finger on her face. He loved Namine so much. He liked that she was mature enough to know that even though he cheated, he loved her more. Any regular girl would drop him without hearing him out, but Namine stuck with him. She believed him.

They were going to get married, he would see to that. He smirked when he imagined seeing Roxas glare bloody murder at him at the altar. That's what he gets for trying to get with his girl. The picture next to Namine quickly caught his attention, causing him to glare. He only kept it to make it look like he cared about Roxas to his father. It was a picture of Namine again, but this time, Roxas was beside her as they had arms around each other's shoulders while smiling at the camera. Ventus slowly slid the picture out of its frame. Before he knew it, he had angrily torn off the half with Roxas.

Setting Namine's half aside, he stared at the picture of his brother for at least two minutes, then took out his black pocketknife, a gift from his uncle. He started slicing the picture, the scraps making a pile in his lap. He smiled slowly as the knife when through the picture of Roxas's face, imagining if it were his actual face. While the picture of his brother was being cut to pieces, he heard a low whistle behind him. Whipping around in alarm, he saw Roxas, who looked on with an amazed expression and was just a few feet away. So close to cut...

"Damn, bro, you've got problems." Ventus narrowed his eyes and stood up, the pieces scattering on the floor. He pointed the knife to him.

"You. What do you want with Namine? You're planning something, aren't you, Roxas?" Roxas simply stared at the knife and shrugged easily.

"What? I like Namine, I'm doing her a favor by protecting her from you." Ventus blinked.

"Me? I love Namine!" Roxas rolled his eyes.

"Right. So you cheat on her and make her cry. I can practically feel the love," he said sarcastically. Ventus lunged at him, the knife barely missing Roxas's neck as he moved to the side to dodge him.

"She loves me. She took me back. She knows I love her too." Ventus was preparing to attack again.

"You know what she did after she found out?" Roxas replied, ignoring what Ventus was saying. "She cried on me, I comforted her. All you did was scare her into taking you back. You're scared that I'll steal her away, aren't you? Well, you're not much of a dumbass after all." Ventus lunged at his younger brother again, knife missing its intended target by an inch. He was going for the neck again, Roxas thought with a sigh. 'Typical Ventus. Always going for the obvious.'

Roxas grabbed Ventus's armed hand and pulled him forward, then struck him on the jugular with the blade of his hand. Hard. Ventus grabbed his own throat as his pocketknife cluttered on the ground. Seconds later, he was on the cold floor in a fetal position. It hurt like hell, and each breath made him gag like the air was choking him, his eyes watered and his vision blurred. Roxas calmly bent over and took the knife.

"Trying to kill me again, huh? You can't kill me when you're a total psycho like this, bro. You lose your focus and you miss." Ventus took a deep breath even though he felt like throwing up.

"Stay...stay away...from Namine," he hissed, glaring at Roxas and blinking salty tears from his eyes. Roxas glared right back at him with the knife twirling in his hand.

"If I do, who'll protect her from you? Isn't it obvious that you have psychotic tendencies? You tried to kill me again, your own brother," he replied, clutching a hand to his heart and exaggerating a hurt look on his face. He was having way too much fun with this.

"She doesn't need protection from me! I love her." Roxas's glare was back and more intense than before.

"So do I. What a shame that she's dating you. But get this: Hurt her ever again, Ventus, and I'll have no problem killing you." Roxas turned away and began to leave the room.

Once he got to the doorway, he flicked the knife at his brother, the blade embedding on the floor centimeters away from Ventus's eye. Ventus barely flinched. 'I'll kill you next time,' he thought darkly as he grabbed the handle. 'Slowly.'

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