contain's spoilers if you haven't beaten Chain Of Memories completely (that means finished Riku's story) If it isn't noticable, every 'he' that is mentioned in this story means Repliku

It wasn't often when she was left alone. There always was an Organization member watching her. But this was a rare moment when all of them had just so happened to step out (or rather, Larxene had ditched her shift). Namine sat in her chair, drawing carefully.

He was by the doorway, leaning casually against the wall. He really didn't have anything to do at the moment, and he didn't mind spending his spare time watching her draw. It's not like it bothered her, her concentration wasn't easily deterred when she was drawing.

His hand slowly reached into his pocket and he ran his fingers over the good luck charm. It was almost a nervous twitch. The room stayed silent for a while, as he thought quietly and she continued to draw.

The silence ended when he finally gained up enough courage to ask the question he had wanted to ask countless times before. He took a few steps closer to her and then asked: "can I see what you're drawing?"

She looked up, startled. This was the exact reason why he had never asked. He hated disturbing her while she was drawing. "S-sure" she stuttered. He crossed the remaining distance between them and glanced over her shoulder. His hand never left his pocket, and he continued running his fingers over the good luck charm.

It was a picture of the two of them. In the picture she was handing him the very good luck charm he had in his pocket. He clutched the charm tightly and smiled. The memory came drifting back to him; the night he had promised to protect her.

She looked up at him, nervously. She relaxed a bit when she saw his smile, but only slightly. They both turned at the unmistakable noise of someone teleporting into the room. Larxene had reappeared. He glared at her. The continuous rubbing of the charm sped up as he tensed.

"Should you even be here?" Larxene asked.

"Is there any reason why I can't be here?" he replied coolly, his voice like steel. Any sign that he hadn't been this rock hard person was gone. He only let his guard down when it was only him and Namine, or when he was alone. The only remainder of who he had been seconds before was how his fingers ran over the good luck charm.

"Isn't there someone else in the castle that you should be talking to?" Larxene said.

He merely sighed. He knew she meant Sora. Slowly, he withdrew his hand from his pocket and cast a smile at Namine before walking off.

Namine watched him go. If she had had a heart, it would have been aching. But her trick had worked. She turned the page in her notebook to the picture she had REALLY been working on. It was just the same as the last picture, only, it was her and Sora. She stared at it, almost guiltily, and then glanced at the Replica's retreating form.

If he had known that she had been drawing this instead of what she had shown him, his heart would have shattered. She had watched him, watched how his fingers would run over the good luck charm every spare moment he had. The good luck charm meant so much to him.

And yet, it was nothing but a fake.

He was nothing but a fake.

But the Replica didn't know that.

But, if he had known, whether it was the fact he was a fake or the fact charm was a fake or the fact that the picture she had shown him was fake, maybe he could have stopped it all from happening.

He could have stopped his loss of the charm after a heated battle with Sora.

He could have stopped, or at least weakened, the pain that would come to him when the truth came out.

Maybe, he could have even stopped his own death.