Chapter 1: The Old Mansion
"The old mansion looks pretty calm today don't you think Roxas?" the black haired boy said.
"Yeah, it's almost as if the mansion has been taking care of itself all these years," Roxas, the boy with spiky blonde hair and sea blue eyes stated. A moment passed between the two boys as they stared in amazement at the black chrome gate standing in front of them and the giant lock chained to it. "So what's the big rumor about this place Pence?" Roxas asked.
"It's said that a girl can be seen from the second story window," Pence pointed to a window with a white curtain fluttering in the wind, "right in there." Roxas stared at the window where Pence was pointing for a minute before seeing Naminé, a girl whom seemed to only appear to Roxas. She was standing in the window, her long flowing blonde hair let down, and her white sundress flowing along with the curtains.
"Pence-," Roxas started to tell his friend about the girl in the window, but his mind was shortly thrown into the room where Naminé resided.
The blinding light soon faded and then Roxas was finally aware of his surroundings. He knew he was inside the mansion, in a white room filled with drawings hung up on the wall. Roxas felt a cold nostalgia chill him. He knew this room, and not only that, but he vaguely remembered these drawings from the dreams he had been having. He focused his mind on moving his spirit closer to the drawings. He came to a picture of what looked like himself and the guy who tried to kidnap him two days earlier. "What was his name? Oh right Axel," he thought.
"That's right Roxas!" Naminé said in her sweet voice.
"But why are we standing next to each other as if we were allies?" he asked
"Don't you remember?"
"Not exactly"
"You and Axel used to be best friends." Roxas could hear the smile playing on Naminé's lips. He could tell what she spoke was the truth.
"Very funny," he responded, refusing to believe that someone who had attempted to kidnap him could be his best friend. Roxas focused again and moved across the room to a drawing of three friends standing in a fighting position.
"You know those three don't you Roxas?" Naminé asked.
"Yeah…Sora," Roxas focused on the spiky brown haired boy with the red clothes, "Donald," he focused on the duck in a blue mage's outfit, "and Goofy." Lastly he focused on the dog in a silver knight's plate.
"Very good!" She said, taking a teacher's tone. Roxas laughed at this. "Would you like to know more about yourself Roxas?" Naminé asked after a short period of time.
"No one knows me better than me." He said calmly. Roxas stared around the room and took in all the drawings. Naminé giggled at his retort.
"Of course…"
"But I would like to know…," he added, as if it was an afterthought, "I would like to know who YOU are Naminé." The room fell silent for a moment, and he could feel Naminé pushing his mind to a drawing of Sora and himself joined hand in hand.
"He needs you Roxas," she told him, ignoring the question Roxas asked.
"He needs…me?" Roxas asked, slightly confused.
"Yes, to become whole again. Roxas you hold half of what Sora is."
"I don't understand."
"Then allow me to explain."
The flashing light came back on and soon Roxas was sitting at the table in the middle of the room, across from Naminé. She sat cross-legged in the chair, the arrangement of flowers on the table blocking half her face.
"I am a witch who holds the powers over Sora's memories, as well as the people connected to him," she explained, "About a year ago…some things happened and I had to take apart the memories chained to Sora's heart. But now I'm putting them all back together exactly how they were!" she said this with a great joy in her voice. She sounded as if she enjoyed what powers she held. Roxas looked around contently listening to Naminé's story. "It's been a long process…and it's affected you too Roxas," she said laying her hands on the table.
"That explains the dreams," Roxas pointed out.
"Right…But now...it's time for Sora to wake up. And without you Sora can't wake up from his sleep." Roxas sighed.
"I guess-…I guess I would like to know. What is it that I don't know about myself…that you do?" Naminé paused for minute. When she spoke, sorrow hung on her lips.
"You were never supposed to exist Roxas…," she said, bowing her head.
"How could you say that…," He replied softly as to not upset her. Even though the hardship in his heart hurt, he still knew that if Naminé began to cry he would just feel even worse. "Even if it is true?"
"I'm sorry. I guess…some things ARE better left unsaid." The room went silent. Roxas looked down at his hands. The black and white rings on his ring and pinkie finger seemed to glisten in this low light. The awkward silence gloomed over both of them, refusing to lift.
"I remember things," Roxas said, "about my past that is." Naminé looked up from her frozen state. "The memories are pretty clear, but some of the details are fuzzy at best. I guess what I really want to know...is WHAT I am rather than who." Naminé shook her head and smiled.
"You are you Roxas, just as I am myself." The light was returning, and Roxas's vision was hazing.
"But wait!" he yelled in desperation. But it was too late; the haze had engulfed the whole room.
"Roxas...Roxas?"
"Pence?" he said dreamily.
"Hey! Roxas?"
The haze lifted and Roxas was staring at the window of the mansion once again. "You okay there Roxas?" Pence asked shaking his shoulder.
"Yeah," he replied, still in awe of what happened.
"Did you see the girl?"
"Mm, look over there," he said pointing to the second story window. The curtain fluttered, but Naminé had disappeared.
"Awe that blows! It was just a curtain moving; surprised this old place even has a curtain," Roxas looked around at the mansion. "Hey lets head back yeah?" Pence asked.
"Yeah…Sure," he replied.