This story actually has its beginings in something i thought up a few years ago. It just didnt include Nami 3 and Roxas. this wont be a long story, either. Maybe 7 chapters in total. Enjoy!
I ran towards him, my savior, Roxas. His spiky blonde tresses bounded up and down as he ran towards me. We met in the middle and he enveloped me in a bear hug so tight I couldn't breathe. I noticed it was more like a hug between friends, though.
Roxas had just returned from a school trip to Italy for a month and I was so happy to see him. I made sure my long blonde hair was neat and that I was wearing something he would like; the white dress he always complemented. But for some reason he didn't give me a second look. He was more interested in looking at the stairs as if he was waiting for someone to come down.
When we heard my sister coming down the stairs, Roxas looked at me with confusion stirring in his dark blue eyes, like he couldn't make his mind up about something. Kairi walked down the stairs and stood next to me, facing Roxas. The differences between us was so evident you would have had to be blind no to see it: Kairi was tan, had a large bra size, had toned muscles, was popular and had long, luscious, wine red hair. I was pale, almost flat-chested, skinny, and so quiet it was still a mystery how Roxas ever noticed me to ask me out in the first place. He smiled at her and pulled her into a hug so that she was pressing all of her body tight against Roxas. That was the exact way I should be hugging him.
"So how was Italy?" I asked them. Kairi had gone to Italy as well for the month and was there with Roxas. What happened there I still didn't know, but I felt like crying at that moment.
"Good." Was all that Roxas answered before he broke into a conversation with Kairi.
Kairi looked at me smugly and with hate, the way she usually looked at me. I didn't know why, but she hated me with her life for as long as I could remember.
Timidly I announced "I'm going to be in my room, Roxas. Come in any time."
"Sure." He didn't even look at me this time.
I walked down the hall to my bedroom and when I reached it I ran in and closed the door behind me. Seeking comfort I jumped onto my king-sized bed with its white sheets and quilt. The walls around my room were white, as was everything else in the room. I stared at the ceiling for a while, not thinking when my dress started getting uncomfortable. I jumped off my bed and found my pajamas: a white tank top and gray basketball shorts. I didn't want to wear short shorts like my slutty sister (a/n: I'm not calling short shorts slutty, just that Kairi is slutty in this story and she wears them) so I wore long, airy, more comfortable basketball shorts.
I sighed as I laid back down, but this time I couldn't not think. Why was Roxas acting so weird? Why did he have such a strong need to be with Kairi? He was going out with me so why wasn't he paying me any attention? Without my permission tears dropped and I tried in vain to stop them.
An hour later when my tears had stopped, Roxas had quietly pushed the door open.
" Namine?" he called out.
"Yeah?" I answered and my voice sounded bored.
"I have to go home now." He explained. He walked over to me and kissed my forehead.
For some reason I blurted out what I was really thinking. "Did you give Kairi a kiss good night too?"
Shock flashed across his face, then sadness took over his eyes. But without another word he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
ok, review please! the second chapter is almost done so you wont have to wait long if your interested in the story.