AN: This was inspired by a thought at 2 in the morning, so if it's bad, please be kind!! Sorry it's so short, but again, it was written at 2 in the morning.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, because if I did, Axel would be tied up in my closet. ;D
"Tomorrow"
She's leaning against me, her back against my bare chest with only the thin silk of her short white dress separating our skin. Her hair flutters out in the breeze, shining white-gold in the moonlight. My left arm's wrapped securely around her waist, the other one bracing us against the wall. Her left arm's on top of mine, and her right arm is hooked behind my neck.
I stare out at the beach, which is miles away, yet close enough to touch. The waves, for once, are smooth and glassy, reflecting each and every star. It's hard to imagine that whole worlds are on those points of light, but we both know they are. We've been to so many of them, both together and apart.
We haven't spoken since I told her I wanted to show her something and led her here. This moment is too magical for words. The feel of her skin, the scent of her hair, the sight of the ocean, the sound of the gentle breeze…it's as close to perfect as this life could ever possibly be.
"Riku," she finally whispers.
She's only said my name, but by saying that, she's said it all.
"Naminé," I murmur into her hair.
In the morning, we'll have to go back to our duties: Naminé to Sora, and I to the king. She'll stay here, on the island, while I travel to Radiant Gardens. I'll be off fighting Heartless while she stays and guards against Nobodies. Naminé will be helping Sora and Roxas, along with giving Kairi a week-long break. Heaven knows that poor girl needs it. She hasn't seen Axel in two months, and he arrives home tomorrow morning.
I'll miss Naminé more than anything while I'm gone, but I know I'll see her soon. The king promised I'd be back within a month, and Mickey hasn't lied to me once in the three years I've known him.
Naminé will be fine while I'm gone, and I'll have this one amazing, almost perfect moment to comfort me while I'm away.
She exhales softly, twining her fingers in my long silver hair. After a long moment, she turns to face me, her blue eyes locked with mine.
"I love you." She whispers. "You know that, right?"
I was wrong. This moment isn't close to perfect; it is perfect.
"I love you, too, Nami." I murmur back, and she kisses me.
Tomorrow, we'll go back to our duties. Tomorrow, we'll be separated again. But tonight each other, and with the moon shining on the calm ocean and Naminé's lips on mine, tomorrow seems forever away.
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