Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories

Pastels

By Juusan

Summary: There was a power gained from being an artist. The power to create and the power to erase. This is the story of Naminé and her past.

Juusan: Yay! This is my first story on I'm being uberly lazy on my fictionpress account. Yup, so read and review please! And now for complete randomness my little Malik plushie shall do the disclaimer.

Malik: Probably for the best, Juusan doesn't own Kingdom Hearts or pretty much anything else for that matter. She's a shopaholic and doesn't have any money right now.

bops Malik over the head with his own Millennium Rod

Chapter One: Nightmares

Horrified cerulean eyes gazed upon the shadowed monster as it loomed above, eclipsing the sun. Every light in the sky began to fade away sending pitch blackness across the land. The blonde girl, who the eyes belonged to, screamed as she tried to run away as fast as her legs could carry her yet it was hopeless as the darkness surrounded the lush field. The girl pleas and begs the night for someone to find and save her from the heartless creature but only the wind's accusing howls replied. She brought this upon herself, she deserved her punishment, and she could not atone. The loneliness panged her heart as the sky dripped like wet paint and stained her pristine dress. She had been tainted by the hole in her heart.

Naminé screams as she awakes from her nightmare, the same horrid dream that has been plaguing her for the past two weeks. But nothing makes any sense because she didn't feel alone. After all Naminé has her family, her friends, and her paintings. Yes, her paintings mean the world to the little artist. Paintings could be created without the laws of physics or nature and could be made perfect with a touch of her brush. And then erasing something incorrect is also a power of art.

A soft knock on the door startles Naminé's thoughts as she wipes away the drying tears from her cheeks.

"Naminé? Can I come in?" At the sound of what seemed to be like a yes, a younger boy with dirty blonde hair and chocolate wide eyes enters shyly in his pajamas, He is about eight years old though he was small in size and seemed a bit younger. "Naminé, were you having a bad dream? 'Cause if you were you can sleep with Mr. Kiddles, I don't mind." The boy holds up his fuzzy black teddy bear, which is missing one of its verdant eyes, to his older sister. She gently smiles.

"That's okay Ain, I know how much Mr. Kiddles means to you. But I got a better idea." Naminé gets out of bed, puts on her slippers and sweater, grabs her messenger bag and takes her brother's hand as they playfully skip to the backdoor. The stars are always so bright in the dead of the night and with a full moon out tonight, the scene is perfect.

"Hey Naminé, I wanna paint you tonight! You and Mr. Kiddles 'cause you two are my bestest friends in the whole world." Ain giggles in his childish charm and rummages through his sister's bag and pulls out her notepad full of vivid color works. He flips to an empty page and pulls out the miniature paint set. "Okay, now…I know…dance with Mr. Kiddles." Naminé nods as she begins to waltz with the teddy bear under the moonlight, light and dark contrasting yet together. Ain quickly sketches with the markers, trying to look professional like his sister, creating something with the closest stick figure realism possible. "I'm done!" Naminé stops twirling about, a bit dizzy though, and runs over to Ain who is waving his drawing like a flag.

"Wow Ain, you becoming quite an artist. Let's go hang this up so Mama and Papa can see it when they come home." Naminé glances down at her little brother who yawns as the night begins to take its toll on the little boy. "You head back inside and go to sleep; I'll pick up the supplies. Goodnight Ain." Ain rubs his eyes and yawns again.

"Night Big sister." Naminé's brother could be such a sweetheart.

As she picks up the supplies a gust of wind blows the drawing out of Naminé's grasp and it begins to flutter into the deep forest. There had been many tales that told of strange creatures that inhabited these woods but Ain's picture.

"I can't be afraid." Naminé chases after the artwork as it heads deeper into the entangled trees and vines. The young girl feels a chill up her spine as owls ruffle their feathers glaring down at her with yellow eyes. Naminé clasps her small hands over her ears, trying to ignore the nominal accusations like the ones in her nightmares. She just had to go on a little longer. She had to get that picture back!

"What is this?" A tall wooden door boldly stands in her way and blocking the traveling paper from going any father into the forest. Naminé is soon interrupted by a voice coming from what seemed to be like nowhere.

"You have come back little one. It has been quite a while since I've last seen you." Naminé turns around and stares at a cloaked figure looming above her. Confused by his words she attempts talking to what she hoped was human.

"Come back? But I have never been here before." Though she couldn't see his face Naminé could sense the figure laughing at her.

"Oh really? Then why does it seem to feel so familiar? Maybe it could be that your mind may know the truth but it is your heart that has locked your memories?"

"My heart?" She places her hand over her heart gasping at her brother's drawing. Slowly, the colors were all blending into the center creating a giant black puddle in the shape of a twisted heart before disappearing altogether. Naminé gapes at the blank paper in disbelief. "Oh no! Ain's picture is gone."

"No, it isn't gone because it was never there in the beginning." With that, the cloaked figure disappears into the night.

Ain wakes up to a very stressed face in front of his.

"Ain, I'm sorry but I lost your painting." The younger boy looks up baffled by what his sister was talking about. He didn't remember any painting.

"Naminé? What painting?" Ain stares cutely while hugging Mr. Kiddles. Naminé backs away in awe as the bear stares at her with two shiny glass eyes. But she knew it only had one eye because a bird had pecked it out.

'This doesn't make any sense. I know I didn't dream all of it, did I?' Before she could respond to her own mind, her thoughts are distracted by a pleasant voice calling her name.

"Naminé, Ain, come down for breakfast before you go play with your friends." The motherly humming voice rings as Ain giggles and rushes out of his room with the bear.

"Coming Mama."

"Wait Ain, didn't Mama and Papa go on the trip to Fleiyt City? I thought they weren't coming home for another week." Once again Ain stares even more confused than usual.

"Big sister, don't…don't you remember? Papa never came home three years ago." The blonde's eyes widen as she covers her mouth with her hand to try and stop the nausea. This couldn't be happening. Nothing is making any sense! In a single night her entire life changed but unfortunately for Naminé, wasn't the end.

Juusan: So…how was my first chapter?

Malik (who kinda sounds like Juusan now): It.was.great.Please.Review.

Juusan: hugs Malik happily accidentally dropping the Millennium Rod which frees Malik from the mind control

Malik: …strangles Juusan Ahem…Who was the mysterious robed man in the forest? Is Naminé really just crazy? Will Juusan ever finish KH: COM before she writes the next chapter? Find out this and more next time when Juusan stops procrastinating and updates.

Juusan: smiles though is dead now "Yay! You did the 'to be continued' narrator thing! Anyway, I'll add some Final Fantasy characters as Naminé's friends next chapter since I don't want this story to seem totally creepy and boring. Open to suggestions so yeah…Byes.