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The pencil scritching and scratching across the paper of the spiral-bound notebook in the female's arms in the room was the only noise heard. Everything was white in the room: white walls, white floor, white ceiling, a white dresser pushed against the one wall, the white table situated in the very center of the room with two white chairs – one on either side of it – white paper littered the wall, the girl even adorned a white summer dress.
The only color in the room was the girl's pale blond hair, sapphire eyes, her colored pencils, her pale bluish-green sandals, and the finished sketches around the room that had been colored in. The girl never complained though, it's not like she minded the lack of color in the room. It reminded her of her own non-existence, was all, her lack of real emotions, and so really nothing bothered her.
But something did bother her. Back in Castle Oblivion the brunette from Destiny Islands, Sora, had forgiven her without a second thought. She had erased his memories of Kairi and replaced them with herself, had put him through the torment of forgetting his own beloved red-head because of a few orders that had been given to her.
She had never though to question them at the time. And that bothered her, even though she should technically not be able to give a damn about the whole ordeal.
Running the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip she finished penciling in the figures in the drawing and picked up the blackest colored pencil she owned from the box on the table moving the tip along the desired parts of the drawing to give it more…. Life for lack of a better term.
Then she began to think of one other thing that bothered her even more than the last ordeal. Sora's own Nobody…. Roxas. The dark blonde had been confused, and just last week he had disappeared, back into Sora who had finally awoken from his year-long slumber along with his companions; Donald and Goofy, along with the little cricket that journaled everything, Jiminy Cricket.
He had asked several questions during the course of a few days, and her answers and… hurt him, she would say, again for lack of a better term. And that bothered her.
Picking up the brown pencil she begins to finish the drawing she had worked on for the last fifteen minutes in that white room, before posting the drawing onto the wall with the others.
It depicted Roxas – in the Organization coat – back to back with Sora, with Kingdom Hearts in the back ground, each wielding the Oblivion and Oathkeeper Keyblades in their hands.
And Naminé finally decided; Non-existence is just too bothersome.