I've never tried KH fanfiction before, you'll have to bear with me. I'm familiar with the story though. Well, 1 and 2. I don't own Chain of Memories. Any mistakes relating to that story will have to be ignored. Although it will be AU anyway most likely.

Namine was new too, once. Interesting pairings will follow...some het, some hom. Ok, this is AU. I don't really have a clue what happened to Namine. Second warning, there are gay characters in this. G.A.Y. Means boy x boy, in this story. You don't like it, you don't read it. There won't be any actual activity as of yet. But there might be some mentions later on. This is all Namine's point of view, because I'm fed up of switching characters. I'm not sure if anyone's done this already….reviews would be welcome!

Disclaimer: Characters, places etc all belong to Disney and square enix. We all know the drill.

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Blearily, she opened her eyes, squinting at the fake light that came from some sort of industrial lamp high above her.

"We can't just leave her hear." A whispered voice was muttering from somewhere to her right. It was masculine and lilting, with a slight drawl. She peered up at him, and the first thing she noticed was a shock of flaming red hair stuck up in spikes. Then his eyes, which were a startling green. And…were those…tattoos under his eyes? How strange…

"Oh come on Axel. It's not like we were sent to get her. I don't think the Superior even knows…" Another voice, this one more effeminate, but definitely male. This voice was accompanied by a slight figure with an interesting shade of pink hair. "Hey, Axe…she's awake." She struggled to sit up, her mind fogged. How did she get here? What was going on? And for that matter…who was she?

What?

What a stupid question. She was…well…she was…

The red head…Axel…had noticed her confusion, and took a step closer. She flinched, and then shivered. Why was she cold? She glanced down at herself, now even more confused.

She was stark naked. What the…how did that happen? And…she looked up at the two men, both of which had to be in their late teens, early twenties at least. And she screamed. Loudly. She desperately tried to cover herself with her hands. "Hey…" Axel said, concerned. "Look, let me…" he touched her shoulder, which only made her scream louder and squirm away from him.

Frightened and ashamed, she began to cry, all the while scrambling away from Axel and the pink haired man. "Oh Jesus." Axel sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Where's Demyx when you need him? Marluxia, could you…"

"No need, I'm here, Superior said – uh oh." Another person had appeared. He seemed younger than the others, and he had blonde hair that was spiked at the top but straightened down past his shoulders at the bottom. Not another guy… she thought desperately, beginning to scream again. He glanced at her, then at Axel. "What are you waiting for?" He…she supposed Demyx, hissed, "Go on, get lost! You're the last thing she needs, and you, Marluxia. Go!"

"But –"

"GO!" She was surprised at the anger in his voice as Axel and…Marluxia shuffled off into the background. She turned her attention back to the younger…man? Boy? He moved over to her and crouched about two feet away, gazing into her eyes with his own light azure ones. Well at least he wasn't staring at her body. She hunched her knees up to her chest and sat up, ceasing her screaming to stare blankly back. "Don't worry," he said soothingly. His voice was soft and musical and maybe a little feminine. "I won't touch you. I just want to help."

"You're a boy." She whispered, shivering against the cold. "Well spotted." he said, grinning. "Can't someone else help me?" She whined. "A girl, maybe?" He laughed slightly. "You won't find any of them around here. I don't think Larxene quite qualifies, as she's nuts. I'm as close as you're going to get…sorry."

Her brain seemed to be acting very sluggishly. She couldn't wrap her mind around what he'd said. She looked at him, confused. Seeing her uncertainty, he sighed. "I'm gay. Queer. I like guys. Got it?" She was momentarily shocked, before comprehension dawned. "Oh." She murmured, still gazing at him. She relaxed a little, safe in the knowledge that he wasn't about to touch her. Demyx smiled again, and slid off his black…was it a trench coat? Underneath was a tight, sleeveless black shirt and black trousers. She stiffened, but he merely draped it round her shoulders, before helping her to her feet.

Much to her embarrassment, she stumbled and fell into him. "Whoops," he laughed. "Don't worry, sweetie, it'll take a while getting used to your new body." She was confused, but decided not to say anything as he swept her into his surprisingly strong arms, being careful to cover her with his coat. He supported her with one arm and created some sort of portal with the other. She unconsciously clung to his neck. He grinned and said, "So, do you remember anything about who you were? A name might be useful."

"I…no…sorry…why can't I?" She asked, panicking.

They stepped into the portal, or door, or whatever it was, and she and Demyx were surrounded by darkness. She squeaked, frightened and he laughed slightly. "I don't know. I wish I could answer that. But you have to have a name. That at least you should be able to remember, although you don't appear to be the same as us…"

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind." He said quickly. "I'm not allowed to explain, I gotta leave that to the Superior." The way he spat the last word made her flinch. "Superior? Is that a person?"

"No. Well I don't think so anyway, but technically yes." They stepped out of the portal and into a small room. Demyx smiled apologetically. "We weren't exactly prepared for your arrival, I'm afraid…"

"I don't mind. Thank you for helping me."

"No problem. I, er, we don't…um…have clothes for you, normally you'd be given a coat and stuff, but…I don't know what Xemnas…I mean Superior, wants to do with you…" He scratched the back of his head, ruffling his blonde hair. "I could summon my sitar and conjure some for you, but it wouldn't be a lot, and it'd be white, powder blue if you're lucky. It'd match your hair though."

"It would?" She pulled some of her hair in front of her eyes. It was blonde, but lighter than Demyx's by several shades. "I guess it would…" she giggled for the first time. "Wait…your sitar?" Demyx smiled. "You'll soon find that everyone here has weapons, of varying degrees of lethality. Then there's me. I have a sitar. I got teased mercilessly by Axel and the others, especially after they found out I was gay. Hence my code name, 'Melodious Nocturne'."

"I like that."

"I don't" Demyx laughed. "I don't mind it really…and I love my sitar. It helps me control my gift."

"Gift?" She leant back against a small white covered bed that sat in the corner of the room, still wrapped in the boy's coat. Demyx nodded. "I'm a water charmer. I can make it do or become anything I want."

"Like clothes?"

"Like clothes." He repeated, and she giggled. He concentrated for a second and splayed his fingers in front of him. She watched interestedly, still shivering despite the fact that she was indoors and wrapped up.

He flung his hand above him and a brilliant flash of white light filled the room. And then there was Demyx, sitar in hand. It was blue, and elegant, and like him, ever so slightly feminine. "Okay…" he muttered, strumming a little. "Dance water, dance!" Droplets exploded from Demyx, shattering the room into a million crystalline pinpoints of light. She gasped, but none of them touched her body, they just danced around her. Demyx started to play faster, and the musical notes were accompanied by joyful-sounding laughter. She couldn't help but smile, the boy's eyes were closed, and he looked as though he was enjoying himself.

The droplets began to circle her, and she felt the urge to reach out and touch one. To her delight, it broke on her finger and ran down her hand. It was cool, but not cold. They began to knit together and swirl as one. Smiling, she shrugged off Demyx' coat as they formed a small, simple white dress, shaping it around her body. The material was some sort of silk, and she shivered appreciatively as she felt rather than saw undergarments clinging to her slight frame.

The music stopped, and Demyx lowered his right hand, which was red and sore from playing. Swinging his sitar out of the way, he laid a hand on her shoulder. "Better?" he said, smiling.

"Yes thank you. It's lovely…" She fingered the little straps that acted as sleeves. "Is it silk?"

"I don't know. It may just be water, I've never thought about it!" He laughed in reply. "But now you need a name, love. You can't be a 'she'. You positive you don't remember your name from before?"

"Um…no. I can remember glimpses, images…but no name."

"Okay…what would you like to be called?" She looked up at him, stumped. How on earth was she supposed to pick out her own name? That was just dumb! She stuttered, "Er…I…"

"Come on, two or three syllables. You can string some together!"

She looked up at him helplessly. "Ok…er...Na…Nam...Namine?" Demyx grinned and clapped his hands together. "Lovely. Namine it is. And now…I'm afraid I have to take you to see the Superior." He grimaced, and pulled her to her feet, where she wobbled, but remained upright. He took her hand for reassurance and squeezed it. Now she was stood next to him, she finally realised how slight and small she was. He definitely wasn't taller than those other men…Axel and whoever the other one was, yet he towered over her. He led her out of the room. "Aren't you going to use a door thingy, like you did last time?"

"Nah, I'm stalling. Besides, I can show you where everything is on the way."

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