For ninja-butterfly's challenge; it's a ROXIRI, which will probably never be seen from me again. standard disclaimer applies.

feedback on the LAST LINE is greatly desired.

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Naminé sits in her room in Kairi's soul and breaks her red crayon. From her lap, a sketchbook smiles back (it is no longer hers) and she tries to stop herself from shredding Roxas' face. He is not looking at her because she has not given him eyes. She does not want to think about who they will be looking at. The traitorous crayon is still crushed in her hand, and she bites her lip softly.

Kairi's silver-bell laughter floats through to her, and she can almost feel Roxas behind Sora's smile. The crayon is smashed into her skin, and she holds her hands away from her, trying not to stain her dress. Naminé doesn't cry often; no one in Castle Oblivion had time for tears, but she is trying very hard not to get her paper wet all of a sudden.

The redhead in this paper fantasy did not bother her at first. She assumed it was Axel, and Roxas belonged to Axel long before he belonged to her. (she conveniently forgets that Roxas has never been anyone's but his own) But Axel is not so short, and his hair does not lie so flat on his head and he most certainly doesn't have blue eyes and a sweet smile. This is Kairi. This is Kairi where she was meant to be.

(really, witch, you shouldn't be surprised. your whole life is an exercise in obedience.)

So that night she shyly steps out of Kairi and leaves the sketchbook, pages open to that last drawing, on the nightstand. She won't be drawing any more pictures.

(a woman's voice: of course you are not innocent, little puppet. we will all pay for what we have done. don't ever fool yourself into thinking that you can be redeemed.

She watches Kairi breathe and turn over, murmuring a name that she can't hear but knows anyway.

(a man's voice: don't ever think that someone will save you, my doll. no one gets saved here.)

Naminé was always an obedient girl.

This is the only picture she ever signs.