Here is the first chapter of my new story "Paranoia"

I hope you guys like it! :) And forgive me for any typos. :P

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS

Paranoia

By: MonkeyGirlxoxo

Chapter #1

A tired 20 year old stood outside her new home. There were about five workmen behind the petite blond, each holding boxes that were filled with her belongings.

"Miss. Kibou?" One of the men called from behind the woman.

She jumped from the sound of the deep voice and turned around to face the workers. She quickly looked back and forth between all of the mens' faces, trying to find the one who had called her name.

"Miss. Kibou." The man in the front called again.

The cerulean eyed woman looked at him, showing him that he had her attention.

"Do you need any help?" He asked. "You've been struggling with that lock for the last ten minutes."

It was true, Miss. Naminé Kibou was having difficulties with the lock on the front door. No it was not because the lock was defective, or because the key wasn't shaped right. It was because Naminé was scared she might turn the key the wrong way and break the lock. What if the key needed to turn right, but she turned it left? And so she had wasted ten minutes of the poor workers time with her...dilemma.

"So, do you need any help?" He asked again.

The blond shook her head, and then turned back to face the white front door. That was another thing she was scared of, socialization. She stuffed the key in the lock and turned it to the left. She was still scared she might break the lock, but she would rather have a broken front door than have to talk to someone else.

When the door made a clicking noise, Naminé sighed a breath of relief. She then turned the golden doorknob, and opened the door. She entered the empty house slowly, looking over the tan walls and wooden flooring again and again. The workers entered the house behind her, placing the brown boxes on the floor. Naminé stood to the side, watching the workers carefully making sure that they did not damage any of her possessions. After about fifteen minutes of watching men come in and out her new house, Naminé payed them their money. She quickly gave the men about $200 and then shooed them out of her house. Once all of the workers had left, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was finally alone. Naminé carefully walked towards the large pile of brown boxes in the middle of her soon to be front foyer. She gently opened the box by pulling off the long pieces of masking tape and picked up one of her ornaments. This was going to be a long day.

~~~Kingdom Hearts~~~

A bed-headed 21 year old walked down the grey sidewalk. A slim red skateboard was being held loosely in one hand as the other swayed with each step. The young man threw his head back and closed his eyes letting the warm sunlight kiss his face. Even with his eyes closed the blond knew exactly where to go. He turned the corner and continued down the sidewalk. He was almost home. He just needed to pass the park and then turn another corner, that would lead him to the familiar street where his house was.

He started to whistle a low tune to himself as he brought his head back down. His eyes remained closed and his whistling starting to grow louder.

"Eeep!"

The man's blue eyes opened from the strange sound and his tune hit a high note in surprise. A young woman had fallen through the bushes that were planted on the side of the concrete walkway. She lay face down on the ground, her pale blonde hair covering the sides of her face.

Dropping his skateboard, the 21 year old ran towards the female on the ground. "Are you alright?" He asked. He was about to help the fragile woman to her feet, but she quickly picked herself up from the floor. She sat on the ground and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them soon after.

The messy haired man was about to ask the woman if she was okay, but soon realized the look of horror on her face. Her cerulean eyes were focused on something just behind the male. He turned around, ready to defend himself and the woman behind him. When the young man found himself staring at a small brown squirrel he fought to keep in a chuckle. He turned to face the woman and then turned to face the squirrel again. It was then that he realized the rodent was holding a slim wooden pencil in its small mouth. Raising his eyebrows in confusion he looked at the woman again.

"Is that pencil yours?" The woman looked at him, her eyes larger than before. She just stared at him, arguing with herself if she should answer at all. After a small debate within her head, Naminé finally nodded.

The man got up from his position on the ground and walked towards the squirrel. He lifted his hand near the rodent's mouth, causing a squeak to escape from the blonde behind him.

He smiled to himself from her childish response and then tugged on the pencil lightly which was still in the squirrel's mouth. The small animal seemed to understand what he wanted and dropped the pencil at the young man's feet. The rodent ran away into the bushes, leaving the two young blonds alone on the sidewalk.

The bed-headed man picked up the pencil and twirled it over in his hands. There were two small bite marks, but other than that the pencil seemed fine. It was then the male realized the two words scribbled on the side of the brush.

"Naminé Kibou." He read it so quietly he almost couldn't hear it himself. He turned around and saw the woman staring at him with curious eyes. She noticed his eyes on her and ducked her face, which was now red, out of his sight. The young man chuckled again from her behaviour, but never tore his eyes away from the woman in front of him. He walked towards her and bent down. He then extended his hand holding the pencil out to her and spoke.

"Here you go, Miss. Kibou." He said smiling.

Naminé gasped in shock. How does he know...? She thought. Her eyes travelled from the man's face down to the pencil in his hand. She saw her name written in thin black ink and her heart's beating slowed as she began to relax. She loosened one hand from its hold around her legs and reached out towards her pencil. It was then that she remembered he was holding the writing utensil. She pulled her arm back to her chest, afraid that if she tried to take the pencil from the man their fingers would touch, and she didn't want that to happen.

The blue eyed man noticed her hesitation and placed the pencil on the ground between them. He watched as the female gently picked up the pencil and scurried up to her feet.

"So, I'm guessing you're new to Twilight Town." The bed-headed man said as he stood up.

Naminé's face wore a scared expression. How does he know...? She thought again.

"Everyone who lives around here knows their way around, well except for my brother Sora." He continued. "You seemed pretty lost. Do you want any help?"

Naminé shook her head, causing her hair to swish from side to side.

The man sighed. He knew that she was lost and needed someone's help. He wanted to help her, so he thought how he should word his question differently.

"Do you need help?" He asked.

Naminé stood still. It was true, she did need help. However, she did not want to go with this man. She didn't want to lie to this man and tell him that she didn't need help though, but she wanted to go home. She thought for a while and then nodded.

The man smiled at her and then walked one step closer to the woman in front of him. "I'm Roxas." He said simply. "Do you know where you wanna go?"

"Home." Her voice was quiet, so quiet that if another squirrel had come running their footsteps sound would have overpowered her voice.

"Alright." Roxas replied. "Do you know where that is?"

Naminé shook her head.

Roxas sighed and then scratched the back of his head. Obviously. He thought. If she knew where her house was she wouldn't be lost! "Do you know the name of the street you live on?"

Naminé tapped her chin with her index finger. She knew she lived about five minutes away from the "Sunset Station", but she didn't know where that exactly was either.

Roxas saw her forehead crinkle in confusion and decided to speak up. "Maybe I can help." He suggested. "Plaza Street?"

Naminé thought for a minute and then shook her head.

"Sunny Street?"

Naminé shook her head.

"Sunset Avenue?" Roxas asked.

Naminé thought and soon remembered that was indeed where her house was. She quickly nodded her head once.

A smile appeared on Roxas' face and he nodded. "I know exactly where that is." He was about to the lead the way, but remembered something very important. "You were drawing weren't you?" He looked at the pencil in her small hands. "Where is all your stuff?"

The fragile blonde's mouth formed a perfect 'O' as she realized she had almost forgotten all her supplies.

"You fell out of the bushes right there. I can go and-" but Roxas was cut off because Naminé had already run off.

She pushed through the bushes and shrubs trying to find the clearing she was working in only ten minutes ago. She panted lightly, beginning to get tired, but she wasn't going to make Roxas gather her belongings which meant that she wasn't going to give up. She pushed a tree's branch aside and faced the green clearing once again. She saw her supplies lying on the grass in the middle of the clearing ans she ran towards it. She opened her large white tote-bag and dropped her pencil inside. Then she closed her sketchbook, which was currently open to her drawing of the squirrel that she saw before. Everything in the sketch was completed except for the rodent's tail, and that was because the squirrel had dug through her bag, stole her pencil and ran away.

Naminé threw her bag over her petite shoulder and ran back to the sidewalk where she would find Roxas who would help her find her way home.

~~~Kingdom Hearts~~~

"We already passed the park. Now we just need to turn at the next corner and we'll be at Sunset Avenue." Roxas said with a toothy grin. He turned to look at the small woman next to him as they continued to walk. He watched as her slim fingers slipped from their grip on the edge of her tan sketchbook and he quickly caught it in his free hand that wasn't holding his skateboard.

"Are you sure you don't want me to hold this?" Roxas asked again. This wasn't the first time the book had almost hit the ground. Naminé's mind must have been focused on something else because every five minutes her grip on the book would loosen and the two young adults would have the same "discussion" again and again.

Naminé shook her head and then snatched her sketchpad out of Roxas' hands for about the fourth time. She held the sketchpad loosely in her hands once again.

Roxas looked at the side of the woman's face with a frown as they continued down the sidewalk. Why won't she let me help? He thought. I'm only trying to be nice. His eyes travelled down to the sketchpad in her small hands. Roxas realized that the young woman's name was written on the sketchbook as well and his frown turned into a smile.

"Naminé." He read aloud.

She turned to face him because of hearing her name and their eyes met.

"It's a very nice name." He said causing Naminé's face to turn a shade of red. Roxas smiled as she turned her face away, enjoying her childish behaviour.

Naminé kept her face to her right, out of his sight for the next one or two minutes. Her mind raced as she thought about what Roxas had just said. Does he really like my name? She thought. It's been so long since someone has complimented me, ever since...She shook her head, trying to forget what she was just thinking about. Naminé did not want those memories to resurface, not yet.

"Is something wrong?"

Naminé turned to face the man next to her. He had his head titled forward so that he could see her more clearly. His face was filled with concern as he looked at Naminé. He couldn't help but think that is was his fault that she looked so upset. Her eyes were not the same beautiful blue as before. They had lost their shine and now almost looked grey. Her bottom lip was pushed forward as her mouth was in the form of a small pout.

The young artist seemed nervous from all his attention and she couldn't help but blush yet again. "No, no-nothing is wr-wrong." Her words came out sounding jumbled as she didn't want the young man to think anything was wrong. She pulled her bottom lip back and bit on it, never letting her eyes wander from Roxas' face.

He smiled at her, relived to know that he hadn't hurt the woman next to him. He turned back to his left and walked down the corner. "We're here." He turned to smile at the small blonde behind him. "The house with the huge moving truck." Roxas said pointing across the street. "I'm guessing it belongs to you."

"Naminé hurried across the road while it was still empty, Roxas close behind her. They walked up the front steps to the young woman's house and stood in front her door.

"Thank you." She said quietly. Her back was to her front door as she stood facing the lazy skater.

"No problem." He smiled at her. He waved to the lady in front if him, "See you around.' He walked down the white steps and turned to his right.

Naminé hurried to the end of her front porch and rested her small fingers on the white waist high fence. She was expecting to see Roxas disappear down the sidewalk, but when he walked up the front steps to the house beside hers she was shocked. He fiddled with his house key and opened the front door. He smiled at Naminé one last time and then walked inside of his house, closing the door behind him.

Naminé stared at the house next to her, clearly surprised. Twilight Town was definitely going to be special.

So, what fo you think? I worked really hard on this chapter for two reasons. It is my first time writing a whole multi-chapter story in third-person and secondly because it's the first chapter of this story! The first chapter always has to be great to give a good impression! :P

M brother just came home from mall. He was with his friends and he told me that he found an Anime Store that seels all this Kingdom Hearts Stuff! It sounds aweomse. :)

Okay everyone, so please leave a review! Especially since it is the first chapter! From that I will know if I sound continue this story. :)