Counting Days[One-Shot]

-dusklockheart-

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, 'nough said. Read on.

--Roxas' Point-of-View--

The first day I met her, was the day my life got turned around. She wasn't like anyone else I'd ever met. She was an artist. She told me she had powers over some kid named Sora's memories. She called herself a witch. I didn't believe that. She looked innocent. She looked like an angel to me. She'd wince away whenever I called her one though. She didn't believe me. She said she had done bad things. Now I didn't believe her.

She often drew pictures of the boy Sora. Sometimes she'd draw Axel and me. She put so much care into her drawings, like if she didn't gently hold the sketch book, the painting would be destroyed. I realized that drawing was her life. She'd draw when I came to visit her, and she'd be drawing once I left. There was never I time I can remember where she didn't have that crayon and sketch book within arm's reach. Drawing was her escape. Drawing was her obsession. I often wondered what would happen if I took away her sketch book. I did that once and I found that she was drawing on the walls of her room. I took away her crayons, she tore the paper from her sketch book and formed many different shapes with them. I took both of them away from her. I found out that she had scratched the walls of her room until she bled and used her own blood to draw pictures on her table.

I gave her items back to her. She was angry at me for taking them from her. She didn't forgive me for a whole month.

She was my friend. But she wasn't my best friend. No, Axel was my best friend. Though I guess she was my best female friend. Everyday I visited her after I was done with missions. She was always in her small room. I asked if she ever left her room. She looked up from her painting and stared at me for the longest time. Finally she shook her head. I asked her if she could leave if she wanted to. This time, she didn't answer. I thought she didn't hear me so I asked again. Once more, I did not get an answer from her. But I did notice her hands had stopped drawing while they had rarely done. Then I saw the water running down her cheeks from her eyes.

I never had experience with girls crying or any crying at all so I sat there. I waited for her tears to cease. After a while her sobs quieted but the tears didn't. They continued even after I had left. I never asked her that question again.

She and I grew closer. I had finally gotten to hear her laugh. It sounded so real, so wonderful. You wouldn't believe how much joy I got from that one tiny laugh. I felt what she felt, and she felt what I felt. It was like destiny tied us together. Destiny wanted us to be together forever. We were destined to be together. I knew it and I'm sure she knew it too. Our red strings prevented us from being separated. I felt like this was a fact. I felt like it was the only truth.

That was until I showed up in her room one day and she wasn't there. The room itself was empty. There were no more drawings posted on the walls, no drawing materials, no papers spread across the floor. Empty. I immediately began to worry, where was she? Why wasn't she here?

I turned to Axel who seemed to know everything. No kidding. He looked at me. He had a pained expression planted on his face. That didn't help me one bit. My worried mode exploded into fill blown panic. I ran to every world trying, hoping I would find her on one of them. I didn't find her.

Axel told me I would see her again one day. I took his words to heart, if I had one of course, and believed him. So I waited. I waited. I waited.

I started to count the days I would see my Namine again.

And that's it! If I get positive reviews for this one-shot I'll write a sequel. :D