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A pretty girl – a princess, she swore, but even if she wasn't, Naminé wouldn't have minded at all – came to save her. No one else, but she didn't care. The girl was better than the blade boy or the girl with red hair. Perfect, she and her were together, both with hair of blonde and eyes of blue – but the girl had one and Naminé had nothing to loose. The girl spoke of madness, happiness and wonder ("Let's run away to Wonderland!" she sung with such a pleasure Naminé knew she could never have). Really, she had no thrown. Really, she had no castle. Really, she had no home. (No claim to royalty, and yet she did.)

But, then again, neither did Naminé.

In the dead night, when her masters slept, Naminé hung out the window to see her princess. The sight of her forget-me-not eyes filled Naminé with warmth (that wasn't there before, Naminé thought, touching her heart. It probably wasn't there now, but anything is possible when you go to Wonderland.)

"Isn't a prince meant to save me from the castle?"

The girl (Alice, Alice, Alice – Naminé reminded herself, for only nobodies were nameless and it'd be treason to call a Princess of Heart a nobody) smiled up to her and said, mockingly but with love coating her voice, "You're no Rapunzel, as lovely as you are. Besides, I'm better then any prince could ever be."

It was true. Naminé wasn't Rapunzel. The girl (Alice, Alice, Alice) was no prince (not even really a princess).

They'll have to make their own fairytale

(in Wonderland.)

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NOTES:

1. 4/1/09: Fixing up all old fanfiction. (Edited again, 14/5/09)

2. I love Naminé, I love Alice, I love the mere thought of them together. Embrace the crack.