Hey! So um, I know I haven't been updating Twilight's Sun like I should, but I was pretty upset with how I wrote it. You know that disappointed feeling you get when you look at your work from a while back, thinking that you sooooo could have done better because you become more skilled with another year of school?
Well, I have that feeling.
So now, I will rewrite it! :D
Okay, here is some sort of guide thingy to help you with reading the story! :D
Bold- My A/N's ( which will always be at the beginning and end of each chapter, so no interruptions! Yay!) xD
Bold Italics- Emphasized words in the dialogue
Italics- The thoughts of the person who's telling the story from their point of view (Roxas, Nami, possibly Sora or other people that'll contribute to the plot) or someone's past memories being remembered. :p
"Italics with Quotation"- The thoughts of other people's minds that Namine reads or dialogue from past memories. I leave it to your judgement to decide which is which in the story, k?
Underlined- Titles of songs, movies, books, etc.
I hope this one is better than the original. :)
.Twilight's Sun.: Why?
Thinking back at how I ended up here, sitting in this dark room, in the first place was a distant memory. A snared nightmare. Sometimes, I would think that this was just a very long dream, like it was too unbelievable and chaotic to be so true, and yet, I lived every day feeling emotions like every other human being should.
But I was different. I wasn't completely human.
I was on another category all on my own until I met the right friends. Friends who knew of this inhumane capability of mine not because they were understanding, but they, too, were in this category.
Even if I'm special, like my comrades, no one should mistake me for not having human qualities, as well. You know, like a higher-level of thinking and a heart.
Seriously, I do have feelings. I'm not some monster that you should fear.
Well, right now, that doesn't matter since my friends are the only ones that matter.
Within the darkness, I heard the doorknob twist and turn as it opened, revealing dark figures bathing in the light from outside of the room. They were rather bulky in size and freakishly tall. I ignored them because they tried so hard in asserting themselves to psyche me out a bit, intimidate me, y'know? They should really reread my credentials before confronting me. I mean, if they know so much about me, then they wouldn't be acting like pompous, know-it-all bastards whose sole purpose in life is to intimidate a fifteen-year-old girl. Get real.
I took the opportunity to use the lack of light as an advantage. Letting my hands fall to my lap, my right hand slipped under my thigh to reach for the small blade I had hidden within the folds of my skirt.
My heightened senses caught the sound of paper slapping against metal in front of me. From the sound of it, I concluded that it was a pretty thick stack of paper.
Suddenly, the room had lit up, too quick for my liking, my eyes shutting tight from the painfully blinding fluorescent lights above. The hand holding my blade froze instantly as I looked at my surroundings. I was seated at a metal table in the middle of the room. The floor was solid concrete. Three of the four walls were tiled, making it resemble a restroom. The fourth wall, which was, luckily, to my left, consisted of a one-way mirror, obviously for observational purposes.
A manila folder was on the table, right in front of me. They both sat down across from me. There was a photo attached to the top of my file. It was one of my pictures. It was from the day at the field...
I looked so childish and carefree, as if I never knew about my sudden fate or my destiny. My lips were rosy pink, tilting slightly into my friend's favorable "Nami smile," small and sweet. My hair was a shimmering platinum blonde, and my eyes were a bright, icy light blue, which was closer to white than any other color,fading into a soft violet hue; something my parents had noticed throughout the years as I grew older. My parents had always told me my eyes were such a deep indigo. Like I said, I was different.
Over all, I seemed happy. Oh, but it felt like those days were so long ago...
I would've held the photo in my hands if my train of thought hadn't been wheeled off the tracks and exploded into a wall somewhere far away when one of the men spoke, his baritone voice rumbling low.
"Naminé Soto: 'The White Witch.'
Current Age: 15 years and 9 months.
Hair: Blonde.
Eyes: Blue.
Height: 5'1.
Weight: 106 lbs.
X-Factor: Unknown.
Ability: Unknown.
Daughter of Mikita Soto and Nagasaki Soto. Hometown: Destiny Islands. Current Residency: Twilight Town.
Brash. Intelligent. Tends to be unstable and irrational if tempered with. Mostly laid-back, calm. Loyal to comrades, but prefers to be on her own. Humble to one of equal status or rank, yet defiant to one of higher status or rank."
I felt slightly annoyed at the way he spoke of me, as if I was merely a rare animal. He sounded like he knew so much about me. That arrogant prick.
The other man chuckled. "Quite the lady you are."
"You're point?" I spoke monotonously, my hand tightening around my blade for any means of self restraint. I could feel and hear the slight pricking of the skin of my palm and fingers, ignoring the pain as the warm blood slipped in-between my fingers. I was being watched. It would be too soon to let my anger slip up, so I stuck with an apathetic attitude for the moment.
"We've heard so much about you, Miss Naminé. You caused us so much trouble this year. Is it really necessary to relocate you and your family?"
I sighed. It was already enough that my family had to deal with moving once. We haven't even settled for a year, and I seemed to mess things up again, but this time, the Prestige Coven was involved.
The Prestige Coven is like a secret government no one knows about besides the highest authorities of each world and people like me.
"No, Reeves," I ground out. He seemed startled that I knew his name, albeit kept the uniform expression of every Prestige Coven member.
"You must be very... Observant," Reeves's partner stated. His burgundy hair curled over his garnet eyes.
I searched the man's mind like you would with a catalog, looking for certain memories that deemed useful to me. His name was Hiro Daiyama. He's deeply inept in politics, knows seven different languages, and his children mean the world to him. He's more childish and immature than he seems to be, and most importantly, his temper is shorter than the days of winter. Hm...
"Yes, I am, aren't I?" I smiled, almost threateningly."Shouldn't you be a bit afraid of what I am or what I can do, Hiro? We wouldn't want your wife to be in the sights of a Shadowcaster, now would we? Or better yet, your innocent, insecure daughter Kami ? You know, children are so impressionable these days. They're at a reasonable age to be manipulated, don't you think?"
Accosting me from across the table, he held me roughly by the collar of my jacket, tightening his grip as he ferociously snarled, "Who the hell do you think you are? Threatening me will get you nowhere, you little brat!"
I made sure to hold onto the blade and hide my bloody hand without it being noticed.
"I wasn't hoping you would take it to heart. Oh, and I bet you haven't been informed yet of another child on the way? Your wife really knows how to pop 'em out quick-"
I wasn't thrown off the slightest when his fist connected with my face; I saw it coming. My cheek would probably be bruised for a while. Nevertheless, I continued to watch him as he yelled at me once more. I held onto my poker face pretty well at first, but my stiff lips curled into a sinister smirk.
"Aw, did I strike a nerve?"
He was about to strike me again, but Reeves had intervened. "That's enough, you sniviling spawn of Darkness."
I chortled quite delightfully at his choice of words.
"Oh, Reeves, stop it, you're making me blush! I'm no 'Shadowcaster!' Believe me, if I were ever born to be damned, like my admirable ally, you two would have been reeling in your own pool of blood by now. Do you not see the color of my eyes? I'm no threat, therefore, you should have no reason in taking to me so seriously. Ah, you normies are so guillible!"
"Then, what the hell are you? Stop playing these senseless mind games," Hiro growled, reluctantly relenting his hold on me, making me slump back into my seat. I tapped my chin with my left hand in a childish way, grinning as my mind was made up.
"Games? I love games! How about we play a guessing game, hm? You must think of anything that I cannot possibly answer, ask me, and I must answer. Fair enough?"
They stayed quiet as I laughed once more.
"Please don't tell me you're too weak in the knees to accept such a harmless request," I teased, staring at them with great amusement.
"Fine, we will play your silly game," Reeves finally answered, making my eyes light up. "The date of my birth, if you will?"
September 1, 1984...
His eyes widened in shock as I continued to smile. Hiro seemed too confused to comprehend our silent exchange.
I kept sending him bits and pieces of information he had already known merely with thoughts while he asked me questions. I had read every thought and memory of his so far, even the recent ones.
You could say it was telepathy...
He continued to stare at me slack-jawed as I moved on to his partner without consent.
"Do you mind if I make my own question for you, Hiro? I find your past... Quite interesting..."
He stayed silent, making me grin.
"Hm... Your greatest loss," I trailed off.
Your eldest daughter, perhaps? Oh! She must have had tears in her eyes as they abducted her along that dark night. Raped and murdered. You never knew until they found her missing body in the harbor of Port Royale... What a terrible experience you and your wife must have went through. You both swore you would never let anything else happen to your children ever again. You even promised her you would keep her and your children safe... Why did you break that promise?
"I... I-I never broke that promise," Hiro blurted out, apprehension in his eyes. They both were so caught up with my confusing words, they never noticed the constant movement of my right arm as I ran the blade back and forth on my thigh, never flinching or cringing from the tearing of my skin and flesh.
"Well, with me here, I bet you will."
"YOU BITCH!"
I shrugged from his attempt to attack me again and chuckled.
"Come on! I was only poking fun," I whined, a mock pout tugging my lips slightly downward. "I'm only all talk when it comes to killing the innocent. I thought you knew better-Oh, wait, you don't!"
"Then why don't you tell us about yourself," Reeves spoke calmly, easily restraining his partner. "What are you? Why did you kill him?"
"I'll tell you if you send me some medical attention."
"Medical attention? What would you-"
As if on cue, small pattering sounds were heard in the pregnant silence. The blood was gushing from my leg, spilling over the side in small drops and trickling down the legs of the chairs.
I smiled mirthfully as I sat in my own pool of blood.
"You crazy son of a-!"
"May you please? I might possibly bleed to death..."
"Thanks for the meal!" I chirped with a full mouth, savoring the explosive spicy taste I'd been craving for a while. I'd forgotten how long it had been since I last ate, so anything was pretty damn tasty to me!
"You pulled quite a number there, Miss Soto," the nurse said, amused. Her viridian eyes were warm and inviting and her brune hair swayed as she turned back to the wheeled metal table near the bed I was seated on, cleaning up the blood-stained utensils and disposing the blood-drench cotton cloths and gauze. "You'll need a lot of food to keep you well, with all that blood loss. Are you sure you'll be able to hold down those?"
I looked down at my half-eaten spicy thingy. "Well of course! Why wouldn't I?"
Her laughter tinkled and chimed like silver bells as she covered her mouth with her flawless hand.
"You're perfect for him."
"Huh-?"
The door slammed open, Reeves and Daiyama stalking in with impatient looks on their faces. I seemed more comfortable around the two Prestige officers with the whole time we spent in that room. I knew everything about them now, after picking at their brains like the profession mental surgeon I am, and they actually are friendly. It's just Hiro insisted with playing "Good cop, Bad cop," which I found adorable! Plus, it's apart of their job to treat the captured in such a way.
"Well? You got the medical attention you wanted, right? Now, tell us what we want to hear," Hiro demanded.
I turned away, crossing my arms and sticking my nose up. "No, not with that rude attitude!"
"What do you mean 'no,' you little brat?" he yelled, his hand balled into a fist.
"Hm... I guess I should... If you keep the spicy stuff coming!"
"SOTO, YOU B-!"
"Enough, Daiyama," Reeves barked. "There is no need to be rude to our guest."
"B-But b-but-" Hiro gave him such a slack-jawed look that made me giggle in amusement.
"Yeah, listen to Reeves! You might just learn a thing or two!"
"Like what? Hiro snapped back at me angrily, challenging me to a stare-down.
"That I need more of this spicy stuff," I said matter-of-factly, waving the remnants of what possibly could have been sticky rice in his face. "And your patience and kindness to tell you why I'm here!"
"Kindness my ass," Hiro grumbled, slouching into a chair beside the bed I was on.
"If I get you the spicy stuff," Reeves mocked my dictation. "And shut up his whiny ass, will you tell us?"
"Yes! Gosh, you guys are like persistent five-year-olds!"
The nurse lady giggled again and sat down next to me as I made myself comfortable. Reeves came back as soon as he had left, holding two plates each crowded with spicy orbs of edible goodness I fancied the moment I was brought to the infirmary. I clapped my hands repetitively like an excited child as he placed the two plates beside me. Eagerly taking two of the spicy orbs in my hands, I munched away happily. When I finished, I placed my hand on my tummy.
"Mmmm. Good stuff," I sighed in satisfaction. "Okay, let's start with the start, shall we?"
Well... How was it? o.0"
I really really really REALLY wanna know! Dx
So give me your opinion, peoples! :D
Since I have most of my material for all the following chapters, the updates might be quicker than expected. I still don't know if I might have the time for Ocean Waves, but I'll try! :O
Anyways, check out Secret Tree House while you're hopelessly waiting for O.W! It's another SoKai if that's what you want. xD
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Is it just me, or did anyone else feel that this chapter had an anime atmosphere to it? :3 Like, come on! This could actually pass off for a really decent anime! Seriously, if you reread it and imagin it the way I described it anime style, you could see that this could possibly a decent series. Just without the KH gang, though... D:
Oh, and who do you think the "nurse lady" that Naminé was conversing with is? Gimme an answer! x)
Well, nighty night! Cuz it's like four in the morning over here... o.o"
I should really get some sleep... xD Later lovelies!