Sugar and Spice

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Authoress note: I got this idea from a ginger bread man…a cookie of all things! Well here it is!

Standard disclaimer applies.

Prologue:

Sugar, spice and everything nice. That's what little girls are made of…but what about me? I'm a witch nobody after all…

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Chapter I: Realization

Naminé was in her white room drawing as usual. She picked up a ginger bread man off the plate of many, that DiZ brought her back from Christmas Town. A little thank you present from him and a little proof that there really was a series of worlds outside of her blank-white prison and simulations. She took a bite and looked at it, bored with what she was being forced to do. She let her imagination take over remembering a little mother goose anatomy about girls she had learned from one of Kairi's memories from when she was 4.

Sugar, spice, and everything nice…She thought as she nibbled off the left leg of the cookie man, that's what little girls are made of… She considered this for a moment.

"But…does that apply to all girls?" She wondered, taking another bite.

She looked at the picture she was working on. It was one for the near future: Her fading into Kairi. She looked at her sketch of Kairi as she thought about it, comparing herself to her. Well obviously they had different features, hair color: Blonde, Maroon. eyes: Blue, Lavender. color of choice:White, pink…origin: darkness, light. But internally? Well, she assumed the same. She was trapped in a daze; suddenly DiZ came in and approached her, Riku shadowing his step.

"Naminé, why have you stopped drawing? I saw you on my security cameras; your pencil isn't even in your hand." DiZ said aggravated, he wanted his little project to be finished, which was to insure Sora a victory by drawing pictures of what he instructed.

"DiZ?" She asks, still staring into space.

"What is it?"

"What are we made of? "

"What do you mean?" He asked not quite understanding what she was getting at, he wasn't in on her little philosophy gap.

"Nobodies, what are we made of?"

DiZ thought a moment "The remnants of a person after a heartless has claimed its heart, what brought this on? You know this just as much as I do, being a nobody and all."

"'Sugar, spice and everything nice. That's what little girls are made of', right? So what about me?" She asked looking up at him helplessly.

DiZ stared down at her and chuckled.

"Well, that's a tad random, but I can't really say for sure what nobody girls are made of. Although that's a rather foolish concept, too. What did you think that Riku was made from: Sips, snails, and puppy dog tails?" He chuckled again. Riku just looked away.

I already know what I'm made of. He thought to himself, Darkness.

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DiZ had told her to let it go and get back to work, but she couldn't help but think about it.

What are we made of?

She was now very self conscious of her zoning out so she tried her best not to do so or at least made sure her pencil was in her hand as she did it. This made her look as if she was just thinking of what to add or being critical about a certain part about her sketch.

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She was allowed 4 hours of sleep, it showed –she had purple half circlets under her eyes from lack of sleep. This rule was appointed to her by DiZ and his ever present pawn, Riku, as his authority if she didn't follow it. But this night was a night she couldn't find her way to sleep. So she lay on her white cot exhausted from coloring, sketching, correcting ill proportional works, or in layman's terms: what she considered as crap to put in the shredder. Exhausted yes, but not ready to go to sleep, the single, simple thought of what nobodies were made of was making her miss out on dreaming whatever adventure Kairi's mind thought up for that night.

"What am I? There must be someone who knows the answer." She thought aloud, her eyes glued to the ceiling and her hands tucked under her head.

"There is…" A voice from seemingly nowhere enticed.

She got up and looked around, on the other end of the room there was a wiry, tall, seemingly anorexic man in a black cloak, stepping out of a dark purple hole that seemed to appear out of nowhere in the wall.

"Axel…" She said. She didn't need to see his face. She knew exactly who she was dealing with.

"The one and only. Wow there's no fooling you is there, princess? Although I'm shocked you didn't see me coming. I expected you to be sitting at your table for me." He mused as he folded his hood down around his shoulders.

"What do you want?" She asked glaring.

"What? Why Naminé! My dear sweet Naminé, you just assume I want something out of helping an old friend?" Axel said faking his innocence.

"Save it. What do you want?"

"Well, if you must ask: you know what and who I want. I want Roxas back."

"And you expect me to do this for…"

"Your freedom and the answer to your question."

"I'm going to have to pass; I highly doubt you of all people would know." She said, laying back down on her cot and covered her shoulders with the white sheet and comforter.

"Ah, yes but I know who does!" he said quite pleased with her next reaction.

Naminé sat up and stared at him again "who?"

"Y-I-N S-I-D, got it memorized?" He said tapping his temple.

She sat there thinking.

"So, what's it going to be, cup cake?" He asked seeing that he had her backed into a corner with an offer she couldn't refuse.

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Well, that's chapter one for you, hope you enjoyed it!

-DH♥