A/N: Written as a birthday present for my friend Telly, who's O L D now. Go check out his profile; his penname is Hakuto Fujibayashi.
Hope you like it, old man. Kairi & Naminé, like you requested. If it's a little dark or whatever, I'll write you another one. :)
With Glass Eyes
"My heart tears and drifts; stuck in the patched crevices are memories." -- "Still Doll by Kanon Wakeshima.
"Tick tock, tick tock, dear Naminé," a sweet voice chants from the shadows. "Deary me, you'll be late. Would you like to share the same fate as the others?"
Naminé wanders about the strange path, following brick by brick and inch by inch, though she know she should probably move a little faster. She has no clue where she is, and she thinks that somehow, maybe, this voice will lead her back home.
"Oh my, how pretty you do look in that dress. Almost like Alice-dear," the pretty voice coos.
And yet part of her doesn't want to go home.
She brushes blonde hair out of her face as she hurries along the path, obstructed by darkness and spiderwebs. Wilted flowers adorn the walkway, and she can faintly hear the source of the voice giggling up ahead.
She walks faster, bright blue eyes searching for a change in the environment. Finally, she sees a blinding light up ahead, and as she gets closer and her eyes adjust to the light, she can see a figure sitting in a big red and black chair. It's a girl about her size, wearing a long red and black dress. She has her prefect legs crossed and her head's propped up on her delicate hands.
Delicacy is dangerous.
A smile appears on the girl's face as she plays with a bit of her red hair; it's a short, kind of choppy cut. Almost like she'd done it herself, with the messiest of perfection.
"Naminé-dear. What a pretty dress. It's just like Alice-dear's, you know," the girl tells her. "Kairi-dear wanted to make sure you'd look just like Alice-dear." She points to herself at the mention of the name Kairi.
The blonde girl pulls at her blue and white dress. It certainly is pretty.
"Come forward, Naminé-dear," Kairi prompts. "You made it here on time, after all."
Curiously, she listens, stepping forward, only to stop after feeling something under her pretty black shoes. Looking down, she sees a pool of red surrounding her. And a body, a body smaller than hers, with shiny blonde hair like hers and the same dress, only tinted with blood. Her mouth falls open ever so slightly in horror.
"What happened to her?" she asks in a voice tinier than she ever intended.
Kairi smiled, much too calm for the situation. "She was late, dear."
And Naminé doesn't move, only wishes to speed up time until she can return home once more.
Kairi grows impatient. She pulls on the living blonde girl's wrist and presses her other hand to her back, pulling her close. "Now, dear, I do believe you're mine."
And with that, she kisses the frightened girl, gently and ferociously all at once, her hands wandering to her pretty pretty white and blue dress and pulling on it once more.
And maybe, Naminé thinks over, time could stop.
A/N: Ooookay. That was a depressing little plot bunny that was wandering around in the corners of my mind, muching on other ideas. Anyway, Telly had wanted Kairi and Naminé and so I wrote this one out for him. I'm planning on writing him something else, though, also KxN.
Don't ask me what went on in the little fic you just read. It's up for you guys to decide in your head what just happened.
Butyeah. Review? :)