Little Wings

Prologue


'Ding Dong'

I heard the bell ring again for the twentieth time today. I peeked out the window and looked at a figure that is standing at the front gate.

Another guest...?

There are so many people came to my house today. I don't know who they are, but I'm pretty sure they're coming to meet dad.

Well, my dad is one of a few successful businessmen in this small island. His company, 'Thirteenth Kingdom', is a very-well known company that exporting paopu fruits to almost every country all over the world.

It's not very unusual seeing people come to meet him, even at our house. It may be just some of that important business of him. So it's not like it was some problem that I should care about.

But the thing is… most of the guests today are boys my age.

Chapter 1


'Knock Knock'

"Come in," I said not taking my eyes from the sketch I've been drawing.

The door slowly opened and stood there a middle-age woman.

I put down the crayon I've been holding on the white table. "What is it, Mrs. Nigel?" I asked picking up another crayon.

"Your father wants you to meet someone," she said motioning at someone behind her whose face I couldn't see.

I glanced at her for a minute before continue brushing the blue crayon on the sky of my drawing. "Let him in."

Mrs. Nigel turned at the stranger and took a step back, giving him some spaces to come in my room. I could see the boy from the corner of my eyes. He has spiky blond hair and deep blue eyes. He wore a black suit, which is kind of weird for a boy around my age like him.

I looked at him and introduced myself with a smile. "Hi. My name is Namine."

Well, that's what dad always told me to do: "Always smile when you meet someone new and tell your name politely."

The boy silenced, only staring at me with his unreadable expression. Perhaps he was observing me, or at least that's what I'm thinking until he spoke and introduced himself politely; a little bit too polite in my opinion. "My name is Roxas."

I showed him a smile again. "Nice to meet you, Roxas."

"Namine," Mrs. Nigel started, "He will be your bodyguard from now on."

-X-X-X-X-

I squeezed the acrylic paint tube to get some glob of green paint on my pallet. I chucked it on the canvas with my brush.

I started to hum the first song that was come to my head, breaking the silence in the room, although I knew a pair of blue eyes is watching my every movement.

"Roxas," I started a conversation, "Why are you always this quite?"

"I will talk if you want me to, hime," he said, not answering my question.

I sighed, putting my pallet and brush on a small table beside me, and turned to him. "That's not what I mean."

He didn't respond, typical of him, so I began to explain, "I mean, you know, normal conversation. Not a formal conversation between a bodyguard and his master."

"Do you want me to speak?"

"No, I mean, yes," I shook my head, "But don't talk to me like I was a princess or something," I went on. "You don't even call me by my name. We are on the same age, remember?"

"What should I talk about?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "About yourself; your family, whether you have any sibling or not; or… whatever."

"I have a brother," he suddenly said.

"What?"

"I have a brother, a little brother," he repeated.

"How old is he?"

"He should be 16 right now. We're twin."

I nodded. "Where does he live now?"

He shook his head. "I don't know," he paused for a while before then continues, "He was adopted."

"Our parents died when we were little, around 3 years old. They were killed in an accident. My brother and I lived in an old orphanage since then." His face was blank and expressionlessly, but I could hear a bit of sadness in his voice. "Then he was adopted. My brother kept begging his parents so they would adopt me too, but they didn't want me."

"By who?" I asked.

"I don't remember. That's the entire thing I remember with a 5 year old boy memory," he said, "We were so innocent back then. We thought everything would be just fine because we still had each other."

He looked down at the floor. I got up from the chair I've been using and walked towards him. I wrapped both my hands around him, pulling him in a hug.

"It's okay," I said comforting him, "It's okay. You're not alone now. I'm here with you," I kept on saying, "It's okay."

He seemed to feel surprised at what I'm doing, but after a while, he rested his head on my shoulder. I moved one of my hands and put it on his head, patting him.

He let out a small laugh, almost like a chuckle then said, "Thank you, Namine."

That's the first time he calls my name. That's the first time I hear him laugh. And that's the first time I feel my heart pounding just because of one word.

"Thank you, Namine."

---To be continue---

Note

Hime (Japanese) : Princess

Author's Note:

I know this story still not good enough. There are so many things I need to learn. Reviews are welcome, critiques would be fine too. In fact, I would be happy. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Kingdom Hearts