Author's Note: More writing excercises.

Disclaimer: Not mine but God I wish it was.

Cristofori's Dream

Namine had never danced before. It was something the other side of her would have done. Her feet felt too large and her limbs to ungainly to glide through the air with ease. Her artistic sensibilities only took her in one direction.

Still in the quiet castle, far off strands of music often flittered through the passages and windows to tempt her to move. She was pulled away from her crayons for a moment to peer owlishly out into the great manor to see what made such beauty. She never new the heartless could sing but some made crooning noises of the like and when they surrounded Demyx, they had more heart in them then most normal creatures.

He gave them breath with his songs and she shook as she felt the flicker of something in her empty chest that wasn't quite a heart but it wasn't that hole…His talent could do that. He could play anything he wanted and often did, in the shadowy eaves, she'd sit and listen, pen poised and still…

Kiss

Honestly, she didn't want to do this. It was nerve wracking, it was out of her place, it was beneath her. Flaunting what she didn't have and twirling around to a groove that made the feet move whether they wanted to or not. Still, Demyx found ways to coax her into moving outside of herself and "shaking her thang" as he put it.

In the small recesses of her mind hidden from all of the Organization, she admitted that she liked his youthful chuckle at her terrible attempts to move to the music. The embarrassment was worth it then, just to see a smile that wasn't forced on. She couldn't compete with his dancing heartless, but she could join them as they swirled around her.

Kill

It wasn't often she got out, and if most had their way, it would be never. Number Nine secured her out on a whim one night to take her for a small tour of Traverse Town. On a bluff they sat and watched the stars wheel overhead while he strummed the weapon of his choice into a soft melody.

Below them the world was laid out and it felt right to be who they were for the moment even if the heart didn't beat and their dreams were gone. He'd catch hell for taking her away from the gilded cage but being hollow inside killed any fear of punishment.

Dancing lively over the strings, his fingers plucked a melody that made the sky cry over them. Namine tossed her head back and smiled into the sky as the rain poured down soaking them both.

Touch the Hand

Her one attempt at fighting in hand to hand was pitiful and earned a good jeering from them all. She certainly couldn't help it she wasn't a master of fire, a dancer of wind, or any of the other elements. Half the time she didn't even know to much about her own given ability of memories.

Facedown on the floor from where she was thrown in a offensive maneuver by Laxaeus, she laid there til a hand appeared before her large eyes. Demyx greeted her with a smile and encouragement. He was a screw up too, long time joke for them all.

City

Out of memories and dreams she wove a world for them all. The drawings were shoddy at best but their magic was just as powerful and ensnarling as the strongest out there.