A/N: Had this random idea and just had to write it down. It's a bit of a tragic one-shot though so...prepare for major sadness. This piece was inspired by a song from Tokyo Ghoul called Glassy Sky. (I haven't seen the anime yet, but the music in it is spectacular. This song in particular is just beautiful. Check it out.)

Warning: Tragedy levels are high in this. It's basically an AU to the ending of Chain of Memories...a tragic ending. Why? I don't know. Ask my brain why it likes torturing fictional characters. I certainly can't tell ya.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the song Glassy Sky.

The mystery of it I recall,
Suddenly the truth will change the way we fall,
I didn't want to hurt you, hope you know,
Empty promises, shattered dreams of love...

The charcoal color of lead painted the white pages as I sketched him. The lines floated all over, connecting to create the shape of his face and locks of messy spikes that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else but him. With nimble fingers I gently drew the curve of his jaw, the shape of his lips, and lastly, wove together the shapes that would create his eyes.

He was my knight, the soldier of light risking his life for me, the girl he believed was his princess of heart.

But he was wrong to believe that. I am just a witch, a girl in love with a fantasy that's only real within the chain of false memories I planted within his mind. Every emotion he feels for me is a fabrication. The reality is that I am nothing. There is no place where I belong. Not with him...or anyone.

And yet, when he finally discovered the lie...he still wanted to protect me. Even now, as I stand here shaking in fear, his wish is to keep me safe at all costs. A small selfish piece of me is glad, relieved to have the chance to be something real to him.

While replacing his true memories with fallacies, I watched the events of his life in a sequence. I watched him smile and laugh as he played with his friends on the shores of the island he called home. I watched him in the quiet nights of his early childhood when his mother read him storybooks filled with tales of great heroes and adventure. I watched him eat twice his weight in food with Riku and Kairi as witnesses one quiet afternoon at his house. I watched him when he slept the day away on the islands, dreaming of the adventures he and his friends could have before waking to watch the sunset with all of them by his side the night before the islands fell to darkness, forcing him to fight against terrible creatures aiming to devour his heart. During his struggle against darkness, he encountered many trials but also made new, lifelong friends in Donald and Goofy.

I watched it all, but what struck me most in watching his memories were the long nights when he felt compeltely alone. In response to those instances, I created memories of being next to him, giving him comfort in his time of need. Having lived a life of loneliness, I offered him a memory of having someone there to offer support. Doing so hadn't been part of the assignment I was given, but something inside told me that it wasn't right for him to ever feel alone. His heart was too pure to be lost in the darkness of the despair I was so accustomed to. Such a heart deserves much better than that. His heart deserves the warmth of people who can convey real love to him without any traces of selfishness or deceit.

My presence in his memories are lies. His feelings for me are lies. Nothing but lies.

Nothing real can come from a lie, but my knight would disagree with me if I voiced these words aloud.

He shouldn't cry for me. He shouldn't feel a thing for me.

Marluxia struck me with his scythe after I refused to destory Sora's heart. A sharp pain instantly jolted through my chest as my body flew across the room. The landing knocked me unconcious.

When I woke, Marluxia was gone and Sora was kneeling over me with an expression of horror overtaking his features.

"Don't look at me like that," I pleaded wordlessly, struggling to move. My legs were numb, my arms heavy.

Cerulean eyes watered. There was a look of helplessness resting in those orbs as Sora breathed my name, then he rested his gloved hand against my face. His fingertips barely traced my cheek.

"Hang on. I'm sure I can heal you, just..." He stopped speaking abruptly, his focus drawn away from me to frantically glance around the room. "Donald? Goofy?"

My eyes left him briefly to search for his comrades. I noticed after a second or two that they were both on the other side of the room, unconscious. Exhaling a sigh of relief that his friends were alright, I managed to lift my hand to rest it on my stomach. It felt wet...and sticky. Why?

With shaking fingers, I lifted my hand a little, my gaze shifting to meet it. The substance covering my dress had stained my hands. It was a crimson color, dark yet bright at the same time.

"Is this...blood?" I wondered aloud, mesmerized and confused by the sight. "Am I...bleeding? Nobodies...bleed? How can that..." I lost the strength to speak.

"Naminé!" Sora's grip around my shoulders tightened. "Don't...please don't..."

He couldn't continue, but he didn't need to. I knew what he was trying to say.

"Don't die," I thought, inwardly chuckling at the words he couldn't speak. We both had an unspoken plea for one another. His was for me to live and mine was for him to stop shedding tears for a witch.

Sora shouldn't cry for me. What happens to me shouldn't matter to him. It doesn't matter to me. To disappear is my fate because I never truly existed at all.

And yet...I can't leave like this. I can't die without fixing my mistake. I have to reverse the damage injecting myself into his memories has caused. I have to change him back to the person he was before I selfishly called out to his heart. I can't leave him with pain he's not meant to endure.

Sora tries to heal me, but it's already too late. All the healing does is delay the inevitable. He gives it a few more tries, but my wound continues to bleed anyway. I still can't believe that a nobody can bleed.

"Naminé...I'll save you somehow!" He shouts, trying anything he can to help me. "I promise I will."

There's so much I want to say to him. I want to apologize for hurting him. I want to tell him that my life held no value, so he shouldn't feel so terribly now. I want to tell him that someone else will restore the memories he and his friends lost.

But instead, the witch inside of me speaks words that will brand my brave knight with a scorching seal of anguish.

"Sora...I love you."

The unshed tears spill from his eyes instantly and without a word he gently lifts my torso from the floor. Our bodies press together, the red liquid now staining his clothes. His lips press against my forehead for a few seconds. They feel too warm against my icy skin.

"I love you too Naminé," he whispered, his voice breaking a little. "It doesn't matter that my memories of you are fake. They're the most precious memories I have now. It's true that I wanted my old memories back but...I also wanted to make new, real memories with you...so please don't..."

"Don't die," I mentally finished, a smile lifting the corners of my lips. "Sora, I wish you didn't...love me."

"Don't say that!"

"I wish...I could change it," I continued, inhaling sharply. "I wish I could fix what I did so this...so this wouldn't hurt so much. I never wanted to hurt you."

Sora held me tighter. "Please stop. Naminé...I promised to protect you and I couldn't."

Smiling, I stared up into his cerulean eyes as black dots began to creep into the edges of my blurring vision. "It was never your job to protect me, Sora. That...that was all a lie..."

"How I feel isn't a lie, Naminé," Sora argued, his voice sounding muted in my mind. "Please..."

The charcoal color of lead painted the white pages as I sketched him. The lines floated all over, connecting to create the shape of his face and locks of messy spikes that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else but him. With nimble fingers I gently drew the curve of his jaw, the shape of his lips, and lastly, wove together the shapes that would create his eyes.

He was my knight, the soldier of light risking his life for me, the witch.

Earlier today I had drawn him in my sketchpad. I saw an image of him crying in my mind and found it strangely beautiful. The way the bright light reflected off his glassy cerulean irises that matched the blue sky I never got the chance to truly see.

This was the outcome of the drawing. Only my death would cause such beautiful pain, pain he never should have had to bear.

But in the end, I am nothing more than a selfish, lonely witch who found satisfaction in knowing someone had loved me. It was a false love, but then, I never claimed to know what true love was. I have no heart and so...at what capacity could I love? These feelings I have mean nothing in the end. But Sora's...his feelings mean everything. Not just to me, but to the people who depend on him.

In succumbing to my selfish need to end my own pain...I have destoryed the heart of my knight.

As the world fades to black, I catch one last glimpse of his face. It's a mirror image of the sketch I drew. His despair is truly breathtaking and it'll destroy him.

The worst part is that the girl Sora is truly in love with is fine and well, waiting for her knight to return.

What sad irony. He won't return to her now. He's mine.

And, true to my persona as a witch, I smile in death, knowing he'll never be hers again.

"Sora...I never saw the sky except for when I looked into your eyes. Tell me, is there a such thing...as a glassy sky?"

Glassy Sky
Above,
As long as I survive you will be part of me...
Glassy Sky
The cold,
The broken pieces of me...
Glassy Sky above, covers over me,
Over me...

A/N: And...that's pretty much the end of this. I can't say that I know whether Nobodies actually bleed or not. They probably don't but...that's the magic of fanfiction. You can use your imagination. I feel that Naminé may be a bit OOC here, but I did my best. If you guys liked it, leave me a review. Constructive criticism is welcome and if you caught an error somewhere in there, let me know so I can fix it later. Thanks for reading! Have an awesome day!

Demnyx: Really? After all that you're just going to be all cheery and say, "Have an awesome day." What's the matter with you?

Roxas: Yeah, that was just uncalled for! (Summons both his keyblades) You think you can just march in here and kill Naminé without consequences? Not on my watch.

Xemnas: Even a man who prides himself on his cruelty thought that was a bit much.

Saix: Agreed.

Axel: TTY7, you are now officially on Organization XII's hit list. Got it memorized?

TTY7: I have a lot of things memorized, but how many hit lists I'm on isn't one of them. Have a good day guys. Looks like I have to teach some organizaiton members manners. Bye, bye!