Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. But I would greatly appreciate it if Naminé would be allowed to wield a Keyblade.
Naminé
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When he believed they first met, he didn't know her–nope, not at all. This girl, with her head hung low, staring at the baby blue sandals on her feet, was an enigma. Her white dress contrasted so much of what he saw ever day. Her shy and lonely demeanor defied all he had lived by in his years. He knew colors and he knew liveliness. He thought he knew everything because he thought that those were the only things to know.
He didn't know her.
He knew her hair was blonde, and he knew it wasn't blonde in the same terms as Tidus' hair. He knew she wore a dress, and he knew it wasn't to be placed in the same category as Selphy's dress. He knew she was a girl, but far different from Selphy or Kairi. He knew the meaning behind his name, behind Kairi's, and behind Tidus'. And when he learned of her name, he knew the meaning behind her name too. So he believed he would be able to know her just as well as colors and liveliness, because he already knew the sound of ocean waves, and that was enough.
The farther he moved along, the more he found out about her. He knew she liked to stay on the sidelines with Kairi while he and Riku played with wooden swords. How she'd smile at Kairi's loud cheers and laughter while she herself giggled occasionally and drew. He knew how to make her smile, what to do when she's sad, how to encourage her–all of it. She knows him as much as he knows her, and he knew this. He knew this because her drawings told him so; told him that she too knows colors and that she too knows liveliness. And that was enough.
Later on, he found out that she was quiet and shy but resolute and determined. She can be easily frightened and manipulated to manipulate, but she is honest. She fulfills her promises as best as she can and tries to make everything better for everyone. She can't leave a hurt memory alone, nor the person it belongs to. He thought he knew her, but now he knows her. Really knows her, and he's happy. Because it's her he knows and it's he that she knows. He knows about their promise, he knows the other promise; he knows about her, and he knows about them. But he hangs on to her shy resolution and relishes it because she is still not unknown to him.
He knows, he knows, he knows.
He knows her name. He knows it–it's familiar to him. It glides easily from his tongue. His voice has practiced saying it numerous times. He repeats it in his mind to keep her in her heart just a little bit longer. He knows…
He knows what it sounds like.
She knows that it's her fault and she knows it's her responsibility to fix. She knows her promise to him and she knows she can fulfill it. She knows his promise to her and knows what will become of it. She knows colors, the colors of her crayons. She knows of others worlds, but from someone else's eyes. She knows Kairi, Riku, Wakka, Selphy, and Tidus but knows them only from a distance. She knows how hurt feels like, but she knows how to deal with it because she knows memories and how they coincide with the real world. So she knows that just because he doesn't remember, doesn't mean she was never there. They did meet and they did make a promise. She knows he'll forget the very thing she is but she knows he knows the sound of ocean waves, and that's good enough.
Because when he opens his eyes, he doesn't know her.
AN: My first attempt at Sominé! I call it Namora but I guess that's just me cause I don't see anyone else use it…
Also, my first Kingdom Hearts oneshot!