Title: Blurring the Lines
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Characters: Naminé, Roxas
Table: #1
Prompt: #54 - Patient
Word Count: 772
Rating: G
Summary: Naminé, Roxas, waiting, and Naminé's decision.
Author's Notes: Just a bit of musing about Naminé. Basically, I'm really disappointed about how patient Naminé is. She's like a saint with her patience in the games, so I decided to take a spin-off if Naminé wasn't so patient anymore.
If there was any of a time that required Roxas to be patient, it was now. Sitting in the depths of Sora's heart (in that one place where the darkness touched and even possibly crept in), Roxas tried to be patient. He was waiting. He had been waiting for what seemed like an impossible amount of time. Sometimes in the darkness. Sometimes in the light. The Nobody was equally comfortable in both environments. He was comfortable in Sora's heart. It wasn't a bad place to live, not a bad place at all.
Roxas was getting sick though. He was getting sick of being patient and waiting. He had already traversed the nooks and crannies of Sora's heart, finding almost all of it filled with endless beaches, palm trees, grassy meadows populated with what seemed like billions of flowers, and other peaceful scenes. Finally, he was done with waiting and being patient, and that was when his patience was finally fulfilled.
Detaching himself from Sora was an effort and took a toll on his body (or was it even his?), but it was all worth it when he had the chance to smile at the girl in front of him. Naminé!
Later, the blonde haired girl asked if Roxas had been patient. She was sitting on the connecting bridge between Sora's and Kairi's hearts with a sketchbook (materialized out of thin air) and sketching something while gazing off into the distance.
"Of course," he replied with a grin. "I was as patient as could be because you told me we would meet again."
Naminé simply smiled with a knowing look in her eyes and returned to her sketchbook. The air around them shifted with a thousand different colors and their shades. Kairi laughed, and the colors turned into a million glittering rainbows. It seemed sad to Naminé that this was the only place she and Roxas could meet, the connecting area. It was infinitely large and took on a form based on the mood of Sora and Kairi, but lately Naminé found it had been less than enough. If anything, she longed for her pictures not to disappear once she returned to Kairi's heart. She was startled out of her thoughts by Roxas' question.
"Were you patient?" he asked pointedly, giving Naminé a no-nonsense look. He wanted to know if he could get bragging rights or not. Not that he would ever hurt Naminé's feelings by bragging about his "victory" over her if he ever did win a victory over her.
"Of course I was," Naminé replied, picking up a blue-colored pencil and shading in a part of her drawing. "You should know by now, Roxas, that I am infinitely patient. Think of how long I waited in Castle Oblivion." Her back stiffened slightly at the mention of her prison, but she forced herself to relax. Stress meant stiff muscles, and stiff muscles meant harsh strokes on the paper. She wanted this picture to turn out perfect.
Their patience wasn't over either. Naminé realized that as she took up a black-colored pencil and delicately filled in the final parts of her drawing. As long as they were still Nobodies, it didn't matter what happened to them. They would always be waiting…waiting for a heart. A heart of their own, not a heart they shared with someone and was not really theirs. "Here…Roxas," she said, handing him the picture.
Roxas took it and stared down at it. It was a picture of him, Naminé, Sora, and Kairi. Except there was something different about this picture than the others Naminé had drawn of all four of them before. This time the colors in Roxas and Naminé were bold and strong, equally matching the colors in Kairi and Sora. Naminé's hair was exceptionally bright, shining under the sunlight in the picture. Roxas' eyes were the clearest blue, even (if he stretched his imagination just a bit) surpassing Sora's eyes. "What is this for?" he asked, folding the picture and tucking it in his pocket as he had done so many times before but already knowing that it would disintegrate once he got back into Sora's heart.
Naminé smiled—a kind, small smile that emanated warmth and compassion. "Roxas, let's not be patient anymore. I'm tired of waiting."
"W-w-what?" Roxas stuttered, not believing what the girl in front of him was saying.
Naminé laughed and turned to face Roxas. As she pivoted, her hair changed from blonde to red and her eyes from a clear blue to a violet-blue. "I'm saying, Roxas, let's blur the lines." In this situation that required patience, Naminé was done with waiting.