Finally! The prologue of the story I've been working so darn hard on...
So, this is a story that came out of nowhere. Got the idea when I was falling asleep, one night, and that meant I had to GET UP AGAIN and write it down, or I'd forget by morning. And I thought it was awesome when I woke up. xD
SONG: Legion of Doom - Destroy All Vampires
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters of this story, nor do I own the Kingdom Hearts series. This story is PURELY fan-made. :D
Alone, she sat; once again in the white chair of her own little sanctuary in that castle's white room. This young, canary blond girl passed the time by drawing in her sketchbook, her invisible heart broke with every line and color as she stared down at the figure resembling her only love as a heartless naught; Organization's number VI, Zexion.
Their break-up was abrupt, but the blond didn't seem to cut the mustard, so to speak. The revival of the fourteenth nobody had gotten Zexion so wrapped up in his crush on her that he'd cast Naminé aside at the slightest chance to date Xion. That blue-haired beauty. She looked just like Kairi, their perfect other half… Though Naminé's existence, and her entire life, had been a mystery; a lie to even herself. This was what caused her to go in hiding for about three days until she was searched for.
"Ah, Naminé…" Spoke a familiar, fiery voice. Axel.
"Yes..?" She replied so softly; the taller man seemed hesitant on continuing.
"You've been missing for days. It's unusual you should choose to stay here in Castle Oblivion." He began, "You know you're free to go now, right?"
"Of course." She replied, quite softly.
Now it was obvious that something was the matter with the blond nobody. She was never one to show emotions. That was only the first thing that indicated a problem to Axel. The most obvious physical conditions were, her paler skin tone, the dark circles under her eyes, the messy hair, and lastly, the dull blue hues that stared to the ground at all times. She seemed like every other teenager her age, which wasn't right, due to her existence as a nobody.
"…" The redhead sighed, walking towards her and shaking his head, seemingly annoyed or perplexed by the girl. "Listen, if something is wrong, why don't you just talk to someone? Roxas, me, Zex-"
She instantly cut him off with a fabricated anger, yelling, "Zexion doesn't matter anymore!" She said, "Neither does Roxas! They're all too busy letting Xion push me out of the picture…"
Axel suddenly realized…
"Naminé, they're not replacing you with Xion." He said. His voice had a laugh inside its sheer darkness. "It's ridiculous of you to think that."
"I had done so much…" She said, "Do all I can to get into his head, because there's no heart to worm my way into…" She began, Axel raising a red eyebrow at her. "Manipulating one another is the closest to a feeling of 'love' you can get in this existence, and I had that… but Zexion, he just…" She shook her head and threw her sketchbook to the floor.
"Naminé, calm down, will 'ya!?" Axel exclaimed, witnessing the tantrum.
"I--…" She looked down at the book and picked it up gently, swiping the dust away. "I'm sorry."
"Right…" Axel said, crossing his arms and looking out the distant window. With a frown, he thought for a while on what the young woman had explained while throwing her small fit in front of him, and just how true it could be. Nobodies apparently have no emotions, therefore the brain is the target, rather then the heart. This was Axel's common knowledge, but Naminé didn't seem like one to play mind games with another. She was too innocent.
"Naminé…" Axel began to speak, his voice thoughtful. She simply looked up at him with quirked brows, showing confusion or despair. "How good at manipulating others do you think you are?"
Naminé was somewhat astonished at the question. "I'm professional. It's what I was born for."
"Really, now?" Axel replied quickly, his voice remained in deep thought as well as his mind. "Because if you were really that good, you'd be able to convince Zexion to come back to you in the blink of an eye."
"Wh-" Naminé gritted her teeth unnoticeably.
How dare he challenge her abilities in such a way! She may not literally have a heart, but just as Zexion had always told her; the nobodies knew what it was like to have them, and being criticized by Axel like this had summoned her old emotions back to her, being recognized in her mind and having her create a reaction by memory.
"Well?" Axel said, his voice taunting.
"Like you know how to…" She stopped, losing her train of thought.
"I do, and by my observation, little miss Naminé…" He leaned closer to her. "I can do it better then you."
Frowning, Naminé looked up into his emerald eyes and stated bluntly, "Why don't we play a little game?"
"Oh?" Axel was taken aback by her hostility to him, at first, then smirked slightly and let his crossed arms drop to his sides, a gesture for her to continue. Knowing well that the 'game' she was proposing to him at this moment could possibly hurt her, or even possibly hurt him if it turned out she won, she put on a look of determination as well as a blank facial expression.
"We prove our will power." She said, "We will both weave into the other's mind, and whoever's won first will be the better manipulator of Organization XIII."
Staring at her with a calm blankness, the pyromaniac standing tall over her thought for a moment. "I wouldn't want to hurt you, Naminé."
Naminé smirked in a manner unlike her. "Challenge accepted, then."
She caught his attempt at getting a head start, acting as if he cared if the outcome hurt her or not. She was a good little witch, wasn't she? Extending her hand, Naminé remained smirking at the tall redhead. He looked at her hand for a moment before smirking, looking into her blue eyes, and grasping her hand.
"Fair enough." He said, shaking her hand.
"Let the game begin." She said, watching as he turned around and waved over his shoulder. They both had their own thoughts, yet spoke nothing to each other until the game plans would be sketched in their heads and taken out. Leaving the room, Naminé smiled to herself.