--Lemon Pies and Violins--

"The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time." -- William Butler

*____Chapter 1

The seat was too cold as he sat down in it, in contrast to the nice warm weather that was so familiar to Destiny Islands. Everyone was staring right at him, and he only looked down at his desk, empty and shiny, wishing he was back home in Twilight Town. He shuffled his feet under his chair and twiddled his fingers, trying to wish away their stares.

Someone beside him tapped him, and he gave a startled jump.

"I'm sorry." Sora looked up to see that the person who'd tapped him was a boy, with shiny green eyes and silver hair that fell past his shoulders. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Sora stared at him for a long time, wondering what he should say back, or if he should even speak at all. "It's okay," he finally decided.

The boy smiled at him warmly. "I'm Riku. It's nice to meet you..."

"Sora," the small brunette teen answered him.

"Well, I can see you're making fast friends," another voice said above them.

The two looked up to see it was their teacher, walking down the rows of desks and headed towards them. She glanced at Riku. "But have you finished your work?"

Riku shook his head and turned back to his paper-filled desk, scribbling away without a sound.

"I'm glad to see you're making friend," the teacher told Sora in a soft whisper as to not disturb the other students. "If you need anything, you can ask anyone. It's a very friendly bunch."

The new student nodded as the teacher made her way back to her desk. He let his eyes sweep over the room, over the new faces that would soon become familiar to him. He guessed they all looked friendly...so maybe there was nothing to worry about.

And then his eyes landed on a girl sitting alone towards the back of the room. Her skin was pale and her light blonde hair fell in front of her face as she was hunched over her desk busily. She didn't look as if she was doing any work, and when Sora looked closer, he could see that she had a few crayons on her desk. She drew carefully, so as not to make any mistakes, and she didn't look up from her drawings, not once.

Sora vaguely wondered what her name was.

x-x-x

The cafeteria smelled like a mix between fruit and chicken. Sora's crystal blue eyes glanced around the large room for a place to sit and eat. It seemed like every table was taken, and as if everybody was glaring at him, daring to pick a seat. The wrong seat. He wondered where his twin brother was, but upon a small search of the area, he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he had gone to the library for lunch...or maybe he'd cut...

There she was again, the girl with the drawings. He spotted her sitting in a far area of the cafeteria, completely separated from everyone else at a table he had barely been able to spot. Taking a deep breath, he marched over to her table and sat down next to her.

She was in the middle of drawing something again, hard working as she had been in the classroom, but Sora couldn't see what she was sketching out. As soon as his tray hit the table, though, she snapped her head up and stared at him, a little startled. For the first time, he could see that she had pale blue eyes; they were certainly something beautiful to look at. Her expression went from scared to relaxed to uncertainty as she stared at the boy who was smiling at her.

"Hi," Sora said, breaking the silence.

She only responded with silence back at him, frozen with her yellow crayon in hand. Her eyes scanned him carefully, as if she was waiting for him to snap at any given moment.

He didn't.

"What are you drawing?" he asked, unwrapping the peanut butter and jelly sandwhich that the lunch ladies had provided him with. The jelly was sticking to the wrapping and he wondered if there would be any left by the time he took the first bite.

"I...." she managed, still frozen. She glanced back at the paper in front of her and then back at the new boy. Her voice was soft and delicate, barely audible, but so very sweet. "I have to go."

Sora frowned, but didn't say anything to her as he watched her gather her papers in a rush, slinging her little bag over one shoulder and hurrying off in a random direction. With a tiny sigh, he took a bite of his peanut butter and jelly sandwhich, a little surprised to find that there was actually jelly inside.

What had made the girl run off like that? Was it something he'd said? No...he was sure he'd been as friendly as he could with her. Maybe she was just shy or something...

"Hey," Riku's voice came as he sat down next to Sora where Naminè had been seated. "Why are you sitting all the way over here?"

The brunette tried to think of an answer before he came up with, "Why are you?"

The silver-haired teen laughed and took a bite of his apple. "Nice one. Well, I saw you sitting over here all by yourself and I thought you could maybe use a friend?"

"By myself?" Sora repeated, and Riku nodded.

"Well," Riku added, "I did see that girl from out class walking away from the table..."

"You know her?"

"Well, not really. I mean, she's really quiet...she doesn't really talk to anybody or have any friends or-"

"What's her name?" the blue-eyed boy pressed on, determined to know more about this girl.

Riku didn't really notice his new friend's persistance. "Naminè."

"Naminè," Sora tried out for himself, liking the way it sounded. He took a bite of the slightly soggy sandwhich. "Naminè..."

x-x-x

Everything here on Destiny Islands was just so much more different than back in Twilight Town. There was so much more color, more red and blue and pink and green and yellow, as opposed to the orange tint he was so accustomed to. Everything was much more peaceful, too; his ears were filled with the sound of birds chirping and the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore nearby. He missed the sounds of kids shouting as they ran down the streets, the sounds of the sea-salt ice cream vendors coming down the busy streets.

"Do you miss home?" Sora asked his twin brother as they walked home from school that day.

"You mean Twilight Town?" Roxas asked, sweeping his hand through his blonde hair. "Well, yeah, but I like it here, too. Don't you like it?"

Sora nodded. "Of course I do. I just kind of wish we could go back."

"You didn't make any new friends, did you?" Roxas himself had already become fast friends with a redhead named Axel, who had a devilish grin and a charming attitude.

"No, I did," the younger replied, thinking of Riku. "It's just...I don't know. Forget I mentioned it."

The older of the twins shrugged and they walked the rest of the way home in silence.

x-x-x

Sora's bedroom walls were plain, white. He hadn't put up any of his posters yet, and all he had really unpacked were his clothes and his PlayStation 2 was set up to play games. His bed hadn't been made that morning since he was just much too lazy to do it, and a little too anxious about school the next morning. Roxas' room had been completely finished the day before, though; Sora guessed he was just really happy to be in a new place.

Now, Sora threw his backpack on the floor and didn't bother with his homework. He could do it later on, he figured, as he sat down on his bed and stared at the walls in front of him.

White. Just like the color of that girl's dress.

Naminè.

Tomorrow, Sora promised himself, he would talk to her once again.

A/N: Well, I've been dying to write myself a nice little Namora fic for a while now, but I hadn't really gotten any ideas. This was one of two ideas that came to mind, and other one is a little more dark than this. But anyway.

If you're ever seen the movie An American Girl: Chrissa Stands Strong then you'll know that this was inspired by that movie. I just thought it was way too cute and since this pairing is adorable, why not?

Don't get too comfy, though, folks. It gets sad.

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