Alright, this is my first Fan Fiction. It's based off Kingdom Hearts, and I think it's the first fan fic here that's NaminexBHK based. Yes, this does contain the Blonde Haired Kid from KH2. So let me clear something up. My friend Crisis wanted to RP the BHK, and had to come up with a name for him. She decided on Ten, which means Heaven. So in my fan fics, the Blonde Haired Kid is Ten, and probably always will be, even after I learn his real name. And if you know his real name, please don't tell me. This mainly surrounds the characters from Chain of Memories, and may contain spoilers. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

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"……She's dreaming again……"

"Yes…I can tell. Do you think she's remembering?"

"I don't know. We can't see inside her mind. Let's hope not. If she remembers, everything we've worked for goes down the drain. Not to mention our memory witch disappears."

"What does that mean?"

"Come on, do you seriously think she'll stay with us if she remembers? She'll probably go with him…"

"But sir, isn't he locked up?"

"Yes…. But I'd rather not take the chance. Marluxia, the minute you find something that shows she remembers, destroy it."

"Um, why?"

"Because anything she has of her memories may bring more flooding back. Make sure that doesn't happen.

"Yes sir."

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He sat at the table, drumming his fingers across the white surface. White, white, everything was so white. Stopping, he reached up, running his fingers through his red hair, then leaned back, tipping his chair onto two legs. He was so bored. The witch was gone, he had no one to torment anymore. In fact, Marluxia was gone too; he hadn't seen the pair in days. 'Ah, the leader and his mascot have run off together,' he thought, smirking. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice the figure sneaking up quietly behind him. "Boo," came a quiet, feminine voice at his ear. Surprised, he lost his balance, and fell to the floor. He looked up at his tormentor. Larxene. He should have known. He got up, straightened his long coat, and then sat back down in another chair, leaving the tipped one where it lay. "What do you want," he asked, smirking at the blonde woman.

"Oh Axel, do I need an excuse to enjoy your company?" she purred, walking behind him again. She put her hands on his shoulders, giving them a slight caress. Axel shrugged her away roughly. "Not now," he sighed. He had gotten used to Larxene's advances, even given in sometimes when he felt lonely. Everybody felt lonely at some point in this god-forsaken castle. Larxene was not put off. She reached forward, running her fingers through his hair. Axel raised a hand to swipe her away, but stopped. She was just playing with his hair; how wrong was that? Besides, it felt nice. He tilted his head back, gazing into the woman's eyes. Ah, colour. Something other than the white he hated so much. Larxene smiled, knowing that if she continued, something would happen, despite his protests. It was tempting, really. But she wasn't here for that. Abruptly pulling her hands away, she walked to the door. "The superior wants to see you," she called over her shoulder. "I'd hurry, he seemed impatient." With a last smirk, she disappeared from the room. Axel let out an exasperated sigh, getting up from his seat. This had better be good; he was having fun sitting around, musing and being bored.

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Namine lay on the bed, soaked and tired, but free. Or, at least, until somebody found her. She curled up, burying her head in a pillow. It had all started five days ago. She had been sitting in her cage, drawing. And, like usual, Marluxia had come in with some food for her. Putting her sketchbook away, she had tossed it under her. She had been working on a picture. She didn't know who it was, but she felt it was important, and didn't want Marluxia seeing it. Of course, he had demanded the book.

"No. You don't need to see it."

"Namine, I haven't seen any of your drawings in a while. I know you're working on something. Now give."

"No! Just go. You can't have it….."

"Namine, give it to me now!"

This had resulted in a brief struggle, ending with her sprawled across the floor, and a triumphant Marluxia holding her sketchbook, smirking. When he had seen the picture, however, the smirk had slipped off his face quickly.

"Namine…who is this? Tell me now."

"I…. I don't know…."

"Namine! Tell me! How do you know this person?"

He had gotten ferocious, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her roughly.

"I don't know! I just woke up one day and started drawing! Stop! It hurts!"

Marluxia had spat in disgust, dropping her back to the ground. He then turned to the discarded sketchbook, and tore the picture out. Giving it one last look, he ripped it to shreds. He then sprinkled the remains over the girl.

"If I ever see a drawing of this again, I will kill you." His voice had been cold, but his eyes blazed. She had figured it was anger, but now that she thought about it, had it been fear? She had fled the room, crying. Somehow, as it sensing her need to escape, the castle allowed her to find the front doors. She had gone to Deep Dive, the first place she had come across. She had hidden in alleyways for a while, sticking to the shadows as it rained. It never seemed to stop raining here. Finally, she had come across the abandoned house, with its nice, cozy bed. The one she was currently in. She sighed, closing her eyes, and thought back to the dream. The dream she had based her picture on. The vision of the person on the paper that Marluxia had freaked out about.

Her blue-eyed, blonde hero. Her keyblader.