This is a Halloween fic, dedicated to Daigomi Weaslette.

Disclaimer: I DO not Own Kigndom Hearts Or Any Of It's ideas or characters

PROLOGUE

Your Loving Wife

"Roxas?".

The heavy wooden door creaked open. The young blonde stood hesitantly in the door way. Normally, Roxas didn't mind, but recently things have been tense between the two or rather between Roxas and everything else that lives and breathes.

Roxas, usually so serene, so calm, had become cranky, irritable and prone to shouting streams of curses. The strange phenomena had occurred two weeks ago and proceeded only to get worse. Roxas had swung between high strung and stoic so many times it made her head spin. He shouted over the littlest things at the dinner table until he began to stop saying anything at all, staring at the long dead duck she had prepared.

His gay, blue eyes had dulled and his smiling face darkened, heavy with brooding. For long periods of time he sat in the chair by the window, staring outside through rain and shine. He ignored the streams of sunlight, and paid no heed to the pitter patter of the rain.

Once she had drawn a chair beside him for no reason really. She just wanted to spend some time with her husband, was that so wrong? Instead she found herself in a silence so still a pin could be heard dropping on the carpet.

Namine, being the patient girl she was from her youth had simply folded her hands on her lap and cast her light, sky blue eyes on the still figure by the window. They remained like that for a long time, she waiting, and he, lost in the thoughts wedged between the droplets of the rain. The hands of the clock continued to move, uncaring of the stiff silence between the wife and husband. Time would not slow for her whims nor her breaking marriage. Eventually the time came when she had to excuse herself to a non-existent companion and tuck in their four year old son and five year old daughter.

When the good night kisses were given, the powder bottles placed away and the blankets drawn over the bodies of the stubborn but well meaning children and the light was finally turned off, Namine returned downstairs, back to the side of her vegetable husband.

The impossible happened.

There was a click of a tongue and Namine looked up in surprise. That had certainly not been her. Could it be….? Then she turned to Roxas and once more saw a glimpse of his bright, soulful sea blue eyes. He began with one word: "Sea Stars". And from there the conversation began. They talked throughout the night. Speaking off whiskers, of sandy beaches, of overpriced pampers, normal things like that. Then, eventually they spoke of other things, of friends long gone. Of Kairi, of Sora, of Riku, names not spoken for so long. Speaking now of it, Namine's head was fuzzy. It felt as if those times, those times when she was 'unreal' were nothing but dreams of a long, long time ago…

Then the conversation took a strange turn. Roxas began to talk, and talk and talk and talk. He spoke of random things, then switched topics, then dug up painful memories. Occasionally there were tears. Sometimes laughs. Sometimes, bitterness, sometimes joy…

Namine couldn't keep up. She couldn't understand it but she did understand one thing. Roxas was pouring out a heart that he wasn't supposed to have. It was a miracle really. And so she stayed that way. Listening, nodding when necessary, raising an inquiry, cocking her head or gasping when it felt necessary.

There was one name however…one name that always he spoke.

Finally, Roxas fell back in the chair, as if exhausted his face blissful now that he had released a heavy burden. The fire in the fireplace cackled lowly, the ashes low and cinders in need of sweeping. Namine stared in to the flames in shock.

At that moment Roxas smiled up at her.

"I love you Namine. You will always, always be special to me…". His eyes closed.

"I don't have a heart" he mused, "because it has long belonged to someone else…" he said staring upwards tiredly. Namine lowered her eyes as memories flashed through her mind. Their first kiss. Their first night. Their marriage. The birth of the child. Their family…

She thought she had always had it first, always been the 'only' one in the hollow hole reserved for his heart. But she had been wrong…

Roxas, her husband, bent forward slightly, once again a worldly knowing in his eyes. He slowly set a hand on lightly tapped her wrist causing her eyes to dart upwards to meet his.

"Thank you for listening" he said , his face blank and suddenly very melancholic.

Namine held his gaze a minute longer. "It was my pleasure".

And with those parting words, Roxas let her wrist slip from his hands and stood up . Slowly he ambled out of the room leaving her to her thoughts and the cinders. The next day she woke up to find him in the study instead of his usual place beside her. She decided it was nothing. There were times he got so worked up on his craft he shut himself in his work room, painting all day.

He didn't come out all day. The next day came, and once again he did not emerge. Then came a third day. She knocked on his room. It was October thirty first, surely he would come with his children when they went Trick or Treating, but no answer came and finally, sighing she turned around to put a smile on her face and say to the four year old devil and five year old pumpkin that 'daddy as to work tonight'.

The next morning she had had enough. She 'stormed' into his work place (as in didn't wait for permission' and was stunned to find the room empty. On the chair which he usually sat so long , were a set of clothes but no owner. She let them fall from her grasp. He breath quickened and her heart raced as sweat rolled down the side of her pure face. She turned to the side and grabbed the curtain to the exibit room, flinging it away roughly.

Her heart skipped a beat.

This had been her last hope. This room had been the only place on Earth that a man named Roxas could exist. But Roxas was nowhere to be found.

The light filtered through the stain glass windows, Roxas himself had put up, back when the house was new and under renovation. Instead of her husband she saw canvas, beside canvas, with nostalgic faces painted on their rough, blank surfaces. Sometimes there was a picture of a brown haired boy with messy hair, accompanied by a silver haired boy with a sour expression and a joyful redheaded girl who brought about sweet nostalgia. Sometimes it was the foreboding picture of thirteen hooded phantoms, gracing the edges of her memory with chilling whispers.

What caught her attention was the huge and relatively new canvas in the middle of the room. She had seen it before, blank. He said he would make it his masterpiece. Now, the canvas reserved for such an important creation was filled to the corner.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she plopped to the floor, knocking over a stool on which a letter addressed to her was resting on. But she had eyes for the painting only.

Staring back at her, were sharp, elegantly shaped emerald eyes.

The painting wasn't of her.

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So that's my beginning chapter, the prologue if you wish. So if any of you are a little confused about what's going on, allow me to clear things up.

This is somewhat of an alternate universe fanfiction, wherein, when Roxas and Namine were absorbed by their original counterparts, they lived there on in an alternate mirror universe where instead they existed, while Sora, Kairi and the rest didn't. By now, it has been eleven years from the end of the Kingdom Hearts Story Line, making Naime and Roxas Twenty-six. They had by then married, and produced two children, the older, a blonde haired girl named Umi (for sea) of five years old. She has the same color of her mother's hair but the personality and hair style of Kairi. The other is a little boy named Fuu ( for wind) of four years old. He's honey blonde but with Sora's hair style and his father's personality.