Naminé...

A voice.
Not a regular voice. This voice was more angelic.
Flawless; pure.

Naminé...

She knew who's voice this was, she just couldn't remember.
Hm. Who could wield such a voice that made even her name sound so
beautiful?

Naminé.

The voice grew stern, now. It possessed an air of demand, instead of the velvety whispers from before. She stirred.

Suddenly a name exploded in her head. "Sora?" she exclaimed.

"What?" an impatient voice inquired. It sounded equally as familiar. "Who is Sora?" the new speaker whispered towards another direction.

"How should I know?" a rougher voice retorted. "She's probably just dreaming."

"Naminé?" a feminine voice came into clarity.

Naminé stirred again. She felt like she was stuck somewhere, in the midst of a dream. There were so many faces… She felt like she knew every one, she just couldn't recall them.

"Who... who are you? Naminé heard herself asking. She was either directing it towards to the dream or whoever was slowly infiltrating it; either way she was just looking for an answer.

"Ollete, silly." the girl spoke again. "Hey, are you sure you're okay?"

Suddenly Naminé was being lifted up with the aid of someone else. She clutched her throbbing head with her hands; she felt terribly dizzy. She opened her eyes, but a light was streaming from somewhere and it flooded her vision like a douse of orange water had been poured in front of her face. She closed them again.

"No, Naminé, were almost there! Don't fall back asleep." a completely new voice exclaimed.

She opened her eyes again, this time more slowly. She was surrounded by three individuals; all of which looked completely familiar, but
also entirely vague.

As she looked at each person she remembered their names. "H-Hayner? Pence? Ollete?" she asked.

The blonde boy in the corner shook his head. "And she forgets us." he sighed. "We're friends with her since first grade, and she forgets us."

The brunette girl punched the blonde boy Hayner in the arm. "Hey, now. Everyone's allowed to forget their friends at least once in their life. Right, Pence?" she turned to look at another boy, this one shorter with spiked brown hair.

"Hey, I hit my head pretty hard that time! If you don't remember, I had to be taken to the hospital!" he yelled at the girl named Ollete.

She ignored his outburst like being taken to the hospital was a feat she had to endure everyday, and went back to laughing at the blonde boy for still rubbing his punched arm.

"I fell asleep?" Naminé asked anyone.

Ollete nodded. "Quite possibly. Honestly it looked like you might have fainted or something."

Hayner laughed and ran his hand through his blonde waves. "You were pretty white Naminé. Like, more than you usually are."

Pence and Ollete nodded in agreement.

Naminé was entirely confused. She sighed and sat back heavily against the hard seat she was sitting on. Quickly a beam of light flashed across her face. They were moving. On a train. She looked outside and saw orange bursts of sun coming through green trees. It mesmerized her, they way the light streamed onto the brick roads that were becoming more and more faint the farther the train strayed from them. She felt as if she wanted to stay in this exact spot forever. In fact, in that moment she wished it more than anything.

"Now she's staring into space." Pence, the brown-haired boy laughed, looking at Naminé.

Ollete came to sit next to Naminé. "Hey Naminé, are you sure you're okay? You did get jerked forward pretty hard when we went through that tunnel."

Hayner looked up. "Yeah." he said. "I think that's when you fell asleep. Or passed out, or whatever."

"The tunnel." Naminé lowered her head in thought. The tunnel... That's right. The train had jerked off the tracks for a few brief seconds. She had heard a noise. A scrape... And she had seen... well what exactly had she seen?

As she was thinking the train started to slow down. Soon it came to an abrupt halt with an unwelcoming jerk, and Naminé was thrown forward a bit. Suddenly she lost herself in herself. All she could see was white, and she drifted through nothingness. Then colors began to bleed through, and then she was sitting exactly where she was. She was still on the train, but things were different. As every detail of the train was melting together, she was hit hard with a memory.

"You know, if that boy hadn't counted the stairs too, we'd still be in the usual spot enjoying what's left of our summer instead of investigating a stupid mistake." Hayner said bitterly.

Pence looked hurt. "You don't think it's interesting?" he asked Hayner.

Hayner looked away and crossed his arms. "Of course not." he said. "Everyone knows it was Rai who counted them in the first place. You honestly expect to find something worth knowing where Rai has been?"

Pence only glanced away, and was silent.

But Hayner wasn't done. "Besides," he hopped up from his seat to stand in the aisle. The four were the only ones on the train, so there was no one to protest. "What was the name of the boy again, anyway?" he enquired of Pence.

Pence thought about it for a minute. "R-Roxas?" he questioned, looking towards Ollete.

"Ro- what?" Hayner shouted. Another reason it was good nobody else was on the train, Naminé thought.

"No." Ollete crinkled her eyebrows in confusion. "No Pence, his name was Tidus. Right Naminé? Wasn't that his name?"

Naminé pondered these names for a moment. She tried to recall the encounter with the boy that one day when the four of them were walking home from the Main street. "Tidus.." she nodded. "The boy's name was Tidus."

"Roxas? Pence, you dummy." Hayner hit him upside the head. "Where did that even come from?"

Pence closed his eyes and rubbed the side of his head where Hayner had hit him. "I don't know. It just popped into my head. I don't even know who it is."

Then it was quiet. All Naminé could hear was the slow rumble of the train on the tracks. Hayner soon broke the silence, however.

"Tidus. Now does that sound like a reliable name to you guys?Well it doesn't to me. Nuh-uh. The kid was lying."

Pence mumbled something under his breath, which Hayner ignored.

Ollete spoke up. "Well, anyway, we could all have some fun, right? We'll get some ice cream and walk around and stuff. There's great stores at Sunset Station too."

Hayner sat back down and crossed his arms. "Oh, terribly fun." he scoffed.

Ollete only sighed. Finally it was quiet. Naminé realized she hadn't said but a few words throughout the whole conversation. She must have been tired. She layed her head on the side of the seat, and slowly closed her eyes.

A little later (she wasn't sure how much later) she awoke, and it was dark in the train. They must have been passing through the tunnel. She gazed around her, looking for any sign of her friends, but the light was too black to see. She looked outside at the passing gray and black lights in the tunnel, that seemed to blend together at the speed of the trains passing.

Suddenly... And then gone. A flash. Quick, and swift. A dark figure passed outside, in the tunnel. She sat up and shook her head, sure she was imagining it, then looked out once more. Again. And again. Four, Five. Six figures had surely and quietly run in the dark, by the train. She couldn't believe what she had seen. Nothing could run that fast, let alone in the dark next to a speeding train. But just as Naminé was about to give up in trying to deduce what those things were, a seventh one passed, but this one slowed. It turned to look at Naminé, and stopped it's run. For a quiet moment the being stared at Naminé. She felt like it was looking her straight in the eyes. Then it lifted it's head, which appeared as if it was covered by a hood of black. She thought she could see a small wisp of blonde hair underneath... then a swift movement and a silver flash. A noise, a scrape. Whatever it was was scratching the window of the moving train with a blade of sorts. It frightened Naminé, but for some reason she did not back away from the window. She couldn't help herself from just staring at the mysterious person, until all too suddenly, it turned from her gaze and ran off again in the opposite distance.

Naminé slowly turned herself from the window, and stared in the darkness in thought. Unexpectedly the train lurched forward, jerking Naminé in her seat. She became very dizzy. She put her head on the seat and closed her eyes, drifting into sleep.

She gasped, and once again was being pulled from her thoughts. She was back, and it was bright all around her again. Her friends were visible once more, and the train was slowly pulling itself to a stop.

"Wonder what exactly qualifies you as an official schizophrenic." she said aloud, more to herself than anyone. Hayner must have heard, though, because he laughed suddenly and even brushed a few tears away with his hand.

"We're here!" Pence shouted. Everyone stood to leave, except Naminé. She turned to look at the window.

"So I wasn't imagining him..." she said to herself, running her soft hands along the crooked, deep path the 'blade' had taken through the glass. She smiled.

"Naminé, come on!" Pence shouted.

Naminé slowly stood, smoothed her blonde hair over her shoulder, and stepped out of the train.

Sure it's short, but... :)

Sorry for that. Don't expect the same chapter length in the beginning of this story as my other ones; I wrote them awhile ago. I'm just re-uploading. The basic story is the point of view if Naminé was in Roxas' place. Not if they switched roles, but if all the things were happening to her. More will be explained as the story progresses.

Hope you like!