disclaimer

It's me again, and I know I really should put up Keyblades and Boomsticks, but I have been extremely lazy lately. I do not own Kingdom Hearts and neither does my parents.

summary

Kairi is unsuspecting of an invitation to a certain girl's house. Dealing with her jealousy of this girl, Kairi is about to be struck in awe of this certain girl's story. Kairi/Namine, implied Namine/Axel/Roxas, implied Kairi/Sora/Riku

warning

This is a shoujo-ai/yuri fanfiction, with implied shounen-ai/yaoi, if you are uncomfortable of homosexuality, I ask you to leave. If you are uncomfortable of hearing about drug/alcohol addiction, rape, maso-sadism, pornographic elements, violence, inappropriate language, prostitution, and non-love sex, I ask you to leave. If you are uncomfortable about thoughts of suicide and a might with character death, I ask you to leave as well.

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Lilies, Roses, and Daffodils

As told to a pink daffodil...

As told by a white lily...

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fallen petal 01

the Daffodil's Jealousy, an unexpected invitation from the Lily

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She was second to the class valedictorian in middle school, and she is still second to her now.

She was beautiful, and always would be beautiful, like the lily I often compared her to. She was always found over an easle, sketching happily as if in her own world, painting beautiful concepts of how this world is in blacks, whites and grays--with droplets of red spilled all over. Her fragile fingers danced over the clay as she sculpted beautiful depictions of evils, and they always turned out to be beautiful women as nymphs, pixies and fairies hovering over a victim. That victim was always either a plant, a flower, or a human.

She hurt inside, and I was ignorant of that fact, and I am still in awe at how well she survived her years as a teenager; dealing with her sister's cruelty, dealing with the fact she is was the daughter of a powerful man, dealing with so many heart breaks, dealing with how dirty she felt inside from all of her mistakes, and even dealing with something she needed to hide from her family, something that would draw so much attention to her at school.

Well, our school was an all-girls school after all. It was not a religion, private school, it was just a plain private school, and strict one at that.

This youth was extradinary to me, like the lily she was; she looked beautiful, she fought life extremely well like the flowers she was depicted as, she had a nice personality when she finally came out of her shell, and she became my best friend--My lover at that.

Her name was Namine. Namine Juusan and this is our story--well, hers for the most part.

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She has always been the object of my jealousy. Well, maybe I underestimated my hateful emotions for the girl. She was the object of my envy. I envied her so much. She was better than me when it came to art. She was the second best in school under Olette, our valedictorian. When she stood next to me, I felt very plain, her features were so much delicate than mine. She made me look like a boy.

She had soft blonde hair, tossed around by the wind and shined when she tossed it over her shoulder to keep it from going astray. Unlike her, I had more wire-like hair, a deep burgundy colour, which went astray even if I took the time to style it. She had gentle blue eyes that shown brightly in the sunlight and creamy white skin that made her look like a doll. I had pinkish skin that was always somehow chafed and not so smooth and eyes that were very deep and very dull. Mine were like murky waters, while Namine had icy blue eyes that gave her depth to her seemingly soulless eyes. We both were about the same height, except I was a little taller.

She had it all, and I did not. She had so many friends, and was the center of attention. She was smart, athletic, and stylish. She was filthy rich!

While I was very well-off for a middle classman, had a small group of friends-- I was always kept in the background. I was slow when it came to Mathematics, slow when it came to running and I always needed the fashion police called on me since I looked like a ravegirl instead of a trendy, sophisticated fashion queen. She was the like the cheerleader while I was only in the stands amongst the many band geeks in our school.

At least, I thought she did.

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It was the first day of school and it was our junior year. It was the start of looking at colleges and taking entrance exams upon entrance exams. I was always curious about this blonde girl I knew ever since I stepped into the all-girls private school in Rippongi, Tokyo. Well, ever since I stepped into seventh grade with the top grades of my public school and a great score on my entrance exams.

She walked in, hidden amongst her crowd of girls whom modified their skirts and wore stockings that was popular amongst the schoolgirls at that time--stockings that went above the knee instead of to the knee. Namine kept to the regulation, and kept to her knee socks like I did.

She walked slowly as she eyed me in the corner of her eyes, as she reached her seat. My friend, Selphie pulled on the sweater of my spring uniform, smiling happily as she told me I was very lucky. Lucky enough to meet Namine's gaze. Yeah, Namine was the queen of the school, and even Olette bent down on her knees to her.

I could not stop staring in shock and disgust as I gazed at Namine whom was sitting at her desk, talking to her girlfriends as they sat on the radiator, unafraid of showing off how much flesh they could show. She smiling which oddly made my heart flutter, and at that time, I swore to myself that I had a crush on Sora, a guy from the sibling school of my private school--an all-boys school. At that time, I was still enamoured with him and was his girlfriend. I did not think of how much he gazed at Riku, his best friend.

Namine mattered most importantly at this time, an object of my disgust, a doll I wanted to break and wanted to outgrow. However, she was one of those dolls that would always be there on that shelf, even if you did not want her for Christmas, Chanukah or your birthday. I was too confused and too wiled up in my disgust at how much of her I was imagining in my mind. I was disgusted, finding myself thinking of her more than I thought of Sora at that time that I even yelled at myself,

"You're obsessed with Sora, not with that disgusting Namine!"

Silently.

Finally, to my advantage, our homeroom teacher came in to take our attendence.

"Himehana Kairi?" the teacher called out my name, as I sat down next to Namine.

That was another thing I should have mentioned. I sat next to Namine throughout the day when class was in session. We sat in alphabetical order, well in the Western alphabetical order. Her soft smile on her face made me want to strangle her.

"Here," I replied, loud enough for the teacher to hear my name since she was an airhead and thus, I do not remember her name.

"Juusan Namine?" the teacher called out Namine's name next.

"Here, sensei." Namine smiled a small smile as I turned to her my eyebrow raised a bit.

This was the first year I had to sit next to Namine. How special. We had the same classes, but this was the first year I had to sit next to her.

She shrugged, nonchalantly as she faced back to the front of the room.

Class was soon under way, as I muttered under my breath about how this year was going to be interesting.

And it started as soon as Namine started writing on a pink little pad.

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Namine gave me a neatly folded paper as the teacher turned her back towards the class. "Read it," she whispered in her melodic voice.

I opened the paper, and read its contents:

If you're available today, I would like you to come over my house after school. My address is below. We'll walk home together.

-Namine

And sure enough, I read the address and looked over at Namine as the teacher turned her back to the class yet again, with a skeptical look.

"I'll just walk over," I whispered. "But I have to think it over."

With that, Namine just smiled a small smile, and I swore, oddly enough, my heart went doki, doki, doki... and I was not in love with her. Maybe it was because I wanted her to be my friend, and through my envy, I was only able to find that out.

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Class ended and all the girls in my class crowded at the back. I watched as Namine gracefully rised from her seat and walked over to the crowd of schoolgirls yearning to get out of school and to get home. I purposely slowed my papers as I watched in the corner of my eye Namine and her friends leaving.

Selphie and Olette walked over to me and smiled at me.

I rose a brow at them. "What?" I asked, suspiciously.

"I saw Namine pass you a note! Was it a love letter?" Olette asked.

I flushed at that thought. Well, think about it, we were in an all-girls school after all.

"No, that wasn't it," I said after I gained my composure. I watched as Namine looked at me again with the corner of her eyes. I stared at her as she disappeared around the edge of the entrance way into the classroom. "She just invited me to her house, that's all. She just wants to be friends with the world and I will point blank tell her, not everyone in the world likes her."

Selphie blinked. "But you got invited to the queen of the school's mansion!" she pointed out.

I wanted to puke.

"Yeah, well... she can't be friends with everybody," I insisted as I reached for my peacoat and shoved my books in my bag. I slung the bag on one of my shoulders. "Well, sayonara."

With that I left.

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I pondered whether I should go over to her house or not. I knew I was curious as to why she wanted me over. I heard some of her girlfriends complaining that they would never get invited to her mansion unless she was either having a sleepover or a party. And some of them, I knew, were either lesbians or bisexuals and wanted to be with her. And some of them, just wanted to break that quiet shell around her just to be a good friend to her. Well, a friend with "benefits" on both sides I imagine.

I had to admit, Namine was extremely pretty and a desirable girl, but I only saw her as an object of my envy--a motivation to do better in school, better socially and better in trends. But I always failed.

So, my curiosity got the better of me and I rang the door. It looked as if Namine was home a little bit earlier than I was. I held the note she gave me in my hand as I looked at her with a surprised expression on my face.

"I thought you would be getting a coffee," I said, trying to sound pleasant.

She smiled. "I thought you wouldn't come," she replied. "Well, welcome to my house, please come in."

I stepped into the mansion, and walked a few steps as I looked at the two pairs of slippers facing into the house.

"I thought you lived in a traditional home," I mused.

"Heehee, alot of people think that, but my father is obsessed with Western styled houses," she whispered. "Mostly European styles."

"I can see that," I murmured, amazed at the architecture.

Namine turned to me as she stepped into her sandles, her movements just like a pixie. She looked back at me. "Well, we shall go to my room."

"What?" I asked. "But I only..."

She took my hand and led me into more of her house, making me drop my school bag in the process. She let go of me as I twirled, clumsily, being asked to get out of my peacoat by a black haired male with dreadlocks pulled in a ponytail. His sideburns were huge and his face was mean-looking.

"She's a visitor, be gentle, Xaldin," she said, smiling. "This is my body guard, Xaldin. He works as a butler too."

She took my hand after I handed my peacoat to Xaldin, mouthing a 'Nice to meet you' to him as Namine pulled me up the spiral staircase.

"I'd call this the Castle of... Oblivion," she said as she watched a golden blonde walking down the hallway on the opposite side of the corridor. I giggled as I agreed looking up at the white decorations along the sides of the corridor. I immediately saw what she was staring at. A male with fiery red hair and irredescent green eyes. He put a hand to Roxas as he turned to us, his expression saddened as he looked at Namine and turned around. I heard a faint hum of a voice as he had the golden blonde boy in a conversation I scarcely heard. I waited awhile before Namine replenished. "That was Axel, my twin brother, Roxas' bodyguard and caretaker." She led me to her door, opening it. "And this is my room. Let's go inside."

I blinked, feeling my face warmed a little as she took my hand again and led me inside. And from then, the story continues... with a story she would try to reconcile with me of my envy and change it to admiration and wanting to be her friend...

A true story at the heart... of a lily changing into a tainted white rose, threatening to turn back into a lily and breaking and dying from a life of endless torment...

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To be continued...

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