Hi...This is just something I'd been turning around in my head for a while. Right now it's a oneshot until I finish some of my other stories, but I might delete it anyway.
Oh well.
Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Ooh! I own KH! Really?! COOL! *Pinches myself* OW! Yeah, just a dream.
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I hate her sometimes.
Other times, I feel like she's my sister. Maybe that's because that's exactly what I am, whether she knows it or not.
Whether she knows me or not.
Her.
Princess Kairianon Amiri Estarra, Princess of Heart, and heir to the throne of Avalonia. (She doesn't know about the last one. And absolutely never will if I have my way. I still have to protect her, you know.)
To her friends, she's Kairi.
She's nothing to her enemies, because she has none.
Well, except for me, sometimes.
Then I just call her what I used to call her when we were both three.
When I was still her sister.
I call her Kai.
And she used to call me Nami.
Only one other person was ever allowed to call me that.
His name was Riku, and I loved him.
But he was in love with Kairi.
…Yeah. That's one of the reasons I sorta kinda hate her.
Is it wrong to almost hate your sister?
Hmm.
Maybe.
Because, hey, I sacrificed myself for her, making myself a Nobody.
Thing is, I couldn't die.
Fey witches don't die. Can't die.
They can't love either, but that was an accident, okay?
And Fey princesses can't be without their hearts, not without someone to stand up and help them come back.
You need a witch for that.
She had a witch.
She had me.
Life sucks.
So? What do you think? Did I go overboard with the bold/italic stuff? REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!