Chapter One: The End of Summer
Summary: Living the life of glamour and riches, Naminé has all she could ever ask for. Meeting Roxas in the most unlikely of circumstances, will Naminé see the fine line between romance and friendship before it's too late? Or has she already crossed it?
Author's Note: Here is Undisclosed Desires, my super new fanfic. Just something you should all note before reading: Roxas, Naminé and the rest of the cast I will be introducing range from ages 17-18. This is yet another high school story with slightly OOC characters as usual, so I hope you can still enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own or am affiliated to the Kingdom Hearts series.
Mornings like these were rare, or so Naminé insisted upon. It was never something that she—or most for that matter would ever like to speak about.
Shivering slightly, she was awoken by the shudder of her cell phone on the glass bedside table. Moaning, her hand searched blindly as she reached for the phone to turn it off. Whoever was trying to reach her will just have to call back she concluded silently.
Turning so that her face was not buried into the sweet-smelling pillow, the black silk sheets and lavender scent felt so unfamiliar. This surely was not her room and the throbbing headache was only making it worse.
Shifting, she looked over to her right so she could see the companion she had spent the night with. A beautiful boy, no older than she was, slept soundly on his stomach-side and because of the movement she made with the sheets she could see his bare back, his skin smooth and a wonderful shade of tan. Naminé had an urge to run her hand through his disheveled blonde hair, but she didn't want to stir him up.
Grumbling she got off the bed and searched for any traces of her clothing. The first thing on her mind though was her purse. Locating her purse, her hand sought out her small container of aspirin beneath the rest of the items within. From experience, Naminé learned to keep some in her purse at all times just in case mornings like these occurred. Finding the aspirin, she went for the mini-fridge underneath the large wide-screen TV displayed in front of the king-sized bed. Taking one of the water bottles, Naminé swallowed more aspirin in her mouth than she should have, but anything was worth it just so she could get rid of this blaring headache.
Naminé wanted a shower. Quietly Naminé snuck over to the bathroom where she grabbed a towel, locked the door and entered the shower.
Turning on the shower, her skin began to relax under the heat of the water. She hated the disapproving stares or teasing grins she got whenever she left a boy's apartment or hotel room early in the morning in a complete mess. They knew exactly what she was up to the night before. What did they call it again? The walk of shame, Naminé thought. It wasn't as if Naminé slept with every man she met, it was just one of those rare cases where she would drink too much and one thing would lead to another. Counting these moments in her life, it possibly occurred four to five times at most.
Patting herself dry with a fresh towel, she put on her lacey undergarments and shimmering strapless black dress. As if the attire wasn't evidence enough of what she did the night before, Naminé went back into the room and found one of her pumps on the floor next to her red scarf, but the other piece to the pair was still missing.
"Where is that shoe?" she frowned. They were her favorite pair of red pumps too...
"You're already up?"
Naminé was startled by the velvet voice. Though groggy, he had still managed to remain alluring. It was little regretful that she could not recall the night before seeing as how he was such a handsome boy. Reaching for his phone, he took a quick glance at the time before groaning, "It's not even seven yet…"
Naminé had planned to leave before he had awaken, but now was a little too late.
"Sorry, but I'm in a rush." she looked at her cell phone to see who had called her. Shit, she was it a lot of trouble.
He sat up, but the look on his face told her that the alcohol from last night was taking its toll on him as well. His lips formed a thin line, as if trying his best to think despite how much his head ached.
"Do you...want breakfast before you leave? I can order in," he offered with a stunning smile.
If this was his way of seducing her back into bed—which was actually working, especially with his well-toned torso exposed and the rest being covered by the sheets—she had to decline.
"Maybe another time."
"So there'll be another time?" he grinned.
"It's highly doubtful."
"Alright, alright, but can I at least get your name?"
"I doubt we'll find each other in this huge metropolis again. You don't need to act like a gentleman or anything," finding her missing shoe, she slipped it on.
"If you insist." It was fun teasing her.
"Bye." Her lips curved into a quick smile but faded as she turned away from him. He already got what he wanted last night. She didn't owe him anything.
Leaving her coat unbuttoned, Naminé grabbed her purse and made her way out of the hotel suite.
Naminé was not the only one her age that was guilty of having done such deeds. Kids in the modern era seemed to become more daring as the years went on. Teenagers at her school actually did much worse than her; especially with hormones raging and the thrill of defying their stern parents who would have no knowledge of any of it. Whenever Naminé went drinking it would be with friends—fake IDs and all, but she would never go as far as getting drunk unless there was something she wanted to forget…just like last night.
Last night was truly an emergency, but she still regretted sleeping with a guy that probably just took advantage of her no matter how striking he was.
When she had reached the elevators, she attempted to fix her image on the fancy mirror that hung in between. Her hair was still wet, but at least she looked clean. Despite the shower, the hangover was still there. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed in a number and waited for the receiving end to pick up.
"H-Hello?" a yawn made its way through the speaker. He had never really been a morning person.
"Morning Riku, think you can pick me up?"
Riku had always been there for her since the beginning of middle school. Their parents had been close friends and business associates, so she had spent a lot of time with Riku both in and out of school. He was her best friend and the older brother she never had.
There was a pause which made Naminé impatient, but he answered soon enough, "Fine, but where are you?"
"Umm..." looking around, the intricate flower-themed wallpaper and expensive taste in Victorian styled furniture gave Naminé a sense of familiarity. It seemed the boy from the hotel suite was much more of a catch than she thought, "I think the Bastion Hotel."
Naminé and all her friends were the legacy of the wealthy and privileged in Twilight Town. She was familiar with the designs and first-rate services of this hotel due to her many visits here, whether with friends for a sleepover or upper-class parties or even brunch. Twilight Town was not much of a town, and more like an overpopulated city in this modern age. Still having a rustic European look with brick and cobblestone roads, it was home to some of the most successful people in the world.
Naminé and the majority of her friends lived in Sunset Terrace. Being at the Bastion Hotel—which was located downtown—she knew Riku would take sometime, but it was better than calling a cab or using the train.
"You think?" Riku sound peeved.
"I'm sure! So can you come, please?"
"I'm going, I'm going..." she could hear the slight rustle of bed sheets, so she knew he was getting up to say the least. He was such a dedicated person.
"Thanks Riku, I owe you one."
"You owe me a lot of things."
She giggled, "Bye Riku."
"Later."
The elevator dinged, and as the doors opened she went in. Naminé was quite relieved that she had left early. There still wasn't too many people flooding the hotel, but many employees still came in and out of the elevator, so it took quite some time before Naminé actually reached the ground level. As she made it to the lobby, she dialed yet another number on her phone. This time the receiver picked up much quicker.
"Naminé?!" the voice was filled with worry and relief when Naminé had made her call.
"Olette," Naminé couldn't help but smile at her friend's reaction.
"I've been trying to call you all morning, where are you?!"
"Bastion Hotel. It's fine though. Riku's going to pick me up soon."
"As long as you're fine," Olette sighed and continued, "Last night when I saw that you were only chatting with that boy, I thought everything was ok, but when you suddenly disappeared, I panicked."
"I'm sorry, Olette," Naminé apologized, "By the way, how are you doing?"
"Fine," Olette sounded exasperated, "Hayner called me when you had left. He wants to talk things out."
Naminé gave small laugh, "Good luck."
"Thanks."
"Can I ask you one more favor, Olette?"
"Ohh, alright." Olette didn't sound too convinced.
"If my mom calls, tell her I was at your place last night, ok? I don't exactly want to explain the bar and the club."
"Already covered. She called my house even earlier that you did. I lied and said you were still asleep. I owe you one anyways."
"You're awesome, Olette."
"I know, I know."
Walking into the lobby, he still managed to look as attractive as ever even if he was tired. His platinum hair and aquamarine eyes were his most striking features, but his tall and lean figure was what swooned most women over no matter their age. Naminé just smiled as he walked towards her with his hands tucked in his pockets.
"Well, Riku's here. Later, Olette."
"Bye!"
Naminé closed her phone as he stopped in front of her.
"Glad to see you're well," Riku looked rather peeved as she stuffed the phone in her purse.
"I'll apologize, but calling one of my mom's drivers isn't exactly the best idea when I specifically told her I staying over at Olette's."
"I don't get why you have to sneak around behind her back. You really need to try acting like a good little girl for once."
"Eww...don't say it like that. I'm only a year younger than you. So don't treat me like a kid," Naminé couldn't help but stick out her tongue childishly at him.
"Yeah, yeah."
The two headed for the sleek luxurious car in front of the hotel. Opening the door for Naminé like a gentleman, Riku went in after her. He signaled the chauffeur to go, and they were now headed towards the direction of Naminé's home.
Naminé had known that Riku harbored romantic feelings for her since the moment they met in their childhood, but since he had never done or mentioned anything, Naminé figured it faded over the years. She insisted on him that he was her best friend. Naminé could tell him almost anything and they were always there for each other especially since their parents had worked long hours since ever. He was her friend, and she preferred if things stayed that way.
"I hardly saw you this summer, anything new?" Silence was never uncomfortable between the two, but Riku wanted to start a conversation before he began dozing off. Did she really have to call him so early?
"Just going out with Sora or Olette as usual. Everything will be fine when school starts again." In truth she had spent most of her time with Olette and her female friends over the summer. Sora had been busy with summer school and only had time for Naminé and other things during the last month of the summer holidays.
"Ugh, school. I can't believe its next week." While Riku was naturally exceptional at school, the pressure his parents put on him when that time of the year came around was too much to bear at times. Life as a teen is great isn't it?
"I know, eleventh grade, here I come," sarcasm was dripping from Naminé's tone.
"I don't even want to think of senior year." Riku shuddered at the thought.
"You have prom, you'll be fine," Naminé grinned.
"That's something you would tell to a girl," he actually looked offended.
"Well, my stop is here." Naminé could see the large condo coming closer. She could feel her stomach tighten at the sight. Naminé really hated facing her mother; that woman was much too intimidating, "Thanks for the ride, Riku."
"You can make it up by going out to lunch with me, you know?"
Naminé frowned, "Sorry, but my head is still spinning from last night. I can hardly remember anything after I went in the club and bar."
"Tomorrow then?" Riku tried not to sound too desperate.
"I planned lunch with Sora. He's got this special reservation and everything. You'd think he was proposing or something," Naminé laughed. She had been casually dating Sora since the last few months of the tenth grade, but the two weren't quite an official item just yet.
Riku sighed, "Alright, alright. Never mind I said anything."
"Don't be like that Riku," Naminé reached for his hand and held it, "You're my best friend. We can make time later, okay?" she tried to smile for encouragement and it was helping—a little at least.
He smiled back, "Just go already, you know how your mother can get."
Relief washed over Naminé from his response. She never liked letting anyone down. Letting go, they said their goodbyes and Riku's vehicle soon drove off.
The extravagant condo was already bustling with employees and people leaving for work. Naminé was a little glad she still had a week of summer left before the stress would come in. Entering the elevator, Naminé pressed the button for the highest floor, the penthouse.
One by one, people got off as the elevator rode higher and higher until she finally reached her destination. Naminé had tried comforting herself with trying to recall what happened the night before. All she could remember was a dazzling pair a cerulean eyes and one too many shots of tequila and fruity cocktails.
Naminé could feel herself holding her breath as she twisted the key into the lock and heard a deafening click. The condo she shared with her mother was luxurious, only filled with the finest of possessions. Seeing no one in the foyer or anywhere else, Naminé coolly headed to the direction of her room until a poised voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Good morning Naminé. How was your stay at Olette's?"
Naminé felt herself tense up. With her back turned towards her mother, Naminé prayed that her mother didn't see what she wore underneath her pristine white coat. The sparkling white frills at the end of the dress peaked underneath her coat.
"It was good," she lied, her voice unexpectedly strong.
Despite not seeing her, Naminé could already picture the sight of her mother: well-dressed, and a pair of reading glasses sitting on her perfect nose as she held a newspaper between her elegant fingers with her icy blue eyes glued to the text, and not once taking a glance at her daughter as she sat comfortably on the plush living room sofa.
The air was tense, the suffocating silence was driving Naminé mad. Taking an experimental step closer to her room, Naminé knew it was still too soon as her mother spoke again.
"The next time you plan on lying to me, be sure to wear something less obvious, dearest."
Naminé could feel her face heat up in embarrassment and shame. She could not stand another minute in this room. Rushing to her only escape, Naminé locked the door of her room behind her and threw her purse onto the floor and kicked off her pumps before falling on her bed and burying her face in the silk sheets.
A/N: If you noticed, the Bastion Hotel is actually named after Hollow Bastion (a beta reader of mine didn't actually notice that so I thought I'd point it out). It might be a main setting, but I haven't made any permanent decisions yet. Please remember to review!