Peering through the gauzy curtains, she watched the four teens standing outside. Visitors didn't come by the mansion often, but every once in a while one of the local gangs of kids would drop by to stare at the place, daring each other to go inside and joking about who was a scaredy cat. Naminé attributed that to the rumors Riku spread, to keep the locals from bothering them, disrupting her work.
But these four were different. Three boys and a girl, close-knit from the looks of it. They weren't joking around or laughing, just solemnly looking the mansion over from outside the gate, almost like they were inspecting it. The smallest one turned towards the leader, one hand steadying his large hat as he said something Naminé would never hear. The leader grinned (she could see the surefire cockiness even from her window, and somewhere deep she was reminded a bit of Axel) and shook a fist as he said something else Naminé would never hear. There seemed to be some kind of general agreement, some stirring up among the three boys, the tallest clapping the leader on the back.
The girl only seemed to be half paying attention, still staring at the mansion, but she turned and nodded when she was addressed. With that the four turned to leave, the boys chattering as the girl followed along. Naminé sighed wistfully as they went—that was what she wanted for herself; a life of her own, good friends, somewhere to go home to. But those things weren't hers, and she had learned the hard way that she couldn't take them by force—they were things you earned, and she hadn't earned it yet. Not until she set Sora to rights.
Stepping away from the window and going back to the task of mending Sora's memories, she didn't see the girl halt to look back at the mansion. Naminé wouldn't have seen the look on Fuu's face anyway, the confused frown—Rai called back to her and she turned away, putting it to the back of her mind in favor of ice cream with her boys.