A/N; What is it with me and these drabbley type things lately? I just keep getting ideas for mini-fics. Oh well. The longer things evolve from this.
SPOILERS FOR DAYS! Post KH2. Kairicentric.
So...if Xion never technically existed that means she's up for grabs, right? No? Darn.
Phantom
The cold night breeze blowing in through her open window and ruffling her curtains is the first thing she is aware of when her mind slips from the warm calm of sleep and into the cool world of consciousness. Kairi sighs and looks around her dark room, bathed in a cool blue light. She doesn't even think to try and comprehend what, exactly, woke her up as she climbs out of bed, ignoring the harsh red light shining "2:54" from her bedside table. She walks over to her desk, still not really thinking as she takes out a sketchbook and crayons and begins filling an empty page with color. She doesn't bother turning on the light, she just draws; her only thoughts are the usual pondering of why she never really bothered drawing much when she was younger even though she was always really good at it.
She still isn't really aware of what she's doing as she wipes the crumbs of crayon off of the finished drawing and gently tears it out of the sketchpad. She takes a piece of tape from the dispenser in the top drawer and stands, walking slowly over to an area of her wall designated for photos and mementos. The breeze blows her hair as she tapes the drawing to the wall a little to the side of everything else. She smiles sorrowfully.
She isn't sure why or how she remembers someone she never really met. Maybe it was some vestige of Naminé's memory. Naminé remembered everything that was supposed to be forgotten. Even girls with her face and her eyes and her voice but not her hair (why never her hair? She wonders. What's wrong with red?)
The breeze ruffles the drawing and it almost looks like it is ruffling the girl's short dark hair.
Kairi's whisper marks her first conscious sentence as well as her first conscious thought since she rolled out of bed.
"I remember you, Xion. Even if no one else does."
A cloud shifts across the moon, and the change in light almost makes it look as if the girl in the drawing smiles.
Kairi smiles back and returns to her bed, exhaustedly collapsing into the soft mattress. When she awakes the next morning, she looks at the drawing with empty eyes, but keeps it there because of some voice in the back of her head that tells her to leave it.
And the forgotten girl finds peace.
fin
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