The light, green grass tickled Namine's pale skin. The warm sunlight bathed every inch of her body and the sound of drifting cars was no longer a nuisance. These were the days Namine cherished, loved and prayed for. These days were rare in the middle of spring, but were gradually becoming more common. She never understood why her parents or sister hated to be out on days like these, so peaceful, so wonderful.
On the other side of town though, the grass browns and white marble buildings become worn brick houses. The road is tattered with tears and scars. Cars and bikes are lazily parked on front lawns. It is an organized chaos which reflects on its residents, one of them being Roxas, a bland windswept haired teen who has a strange obsession for loud music.
His family shouts and his temper is limited. He left the house with a manly scream and the slamming of the fly screen door. The first thing that gets to him is the sudden silence, then the almost blinding sun. He curses, but continues his walk. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets and his grey hoodie is drawn over his head. He found a special kind of solace in darkness, a solace which calmed him.
Namine's fantasy is broken by the sound of her mother's voice. She has come out from the white brick house, this time with minimal cursing at what damage the sun does to her eyes. She calls, trying to tame her own voice which she did well, Namine took notice of that.
"Nami, darling!" she calls "Can you come inside for a moment?"
Namine's eyes remain closed and her hands still behind her head.
"Why don't you come to me? This sunlight is glorious…" she teases, she knows how much her mother will bend and always loves to use that to her advantage. A muffled sound and footsteps indicate that she fallen for her tricks again and in a moment her mother is seated beside her.
"Now, Namine," her voice is smooth "we all know that your birthday is coming up soon, so what would you like for a birthday present?"
Namine takes a moment, she thinks about what possibilities she could take. She imagined herself in entire new attire, but it didn't seem like her. She saw herself with stacks of cookbooks, whisking and baking delicious miracles, but it too seemed foreign. Then she saw herself with her acoustic guitar, trying to strum of her favourite songs, but the sound didn't match the song had lost its soul. It was then she knew what she wanted.
"An electric guitar and an amplifier?" her mother seemed shocked and almost disgusted. Of course she would find that odd, Namine was always quiet and gentle, while her older sister, Kairi, was always socially active. An electric guitar was the other side's type, so why would Namine want this beastly instrument? Namine was a hardcore rock fan.
The further Roxas followed the road; the less and less it actually looked like a road. Most houses were replaced with empty plots, overgrowth or trees. The road became a thin layer of gravel and the shade of the trees gave enough darkness for him to take off his hoodie. Amongst the loitering trees a simple tin shack appeared. His destination was present.
"Hey Roxas!" a usually cheery voice chanted. From behind the shack a short, black haired girl came running. She wore a black tank top and black skinny jeans; the only thing creating contrast on her character was a white lily hair pin she wore religiously. The sight of her made Roxas' dark shroud quake away and smile write its way across his face.
"Family issues?" she said with a casual tone. Roxas could only respond with a simple nod.
"Well, I have already set up my drums and I think you left your guitar here. Wanna have a jam session?"
"Actually, that would be the best way to waste this afternoon" he smiled and then followed her to the back shed.
Namine was finally left alone again, her mother retreating to the sanctuary of the house. A warm breeze had picked up and left Namine rather sleepy. The chimes sang a simple beat and the birds seemed to mimic it.
I wanna waste, in these, summer days.
Watch the others, all fade away.
Stress and anxiety all have been slain.
But these moments don't matter,
Without you, I need you here.
It was a simple song that Namine remembers from a long time ago, she's not sure where it originated from, but it didn't seem to matter. Of course, the last two lines didn't matter to her, the days seemed perfectly fine without a lover or important someone. Namine wasn't ever one to fall in love; she found solace in the sunlight.
She could hear her mother distress her issues to her father, who simply replied with "If it's what she wants…" and "She is an individual after all, dear." Her father was always a laid back person, opposed to her mother who always had to have a systematic way of things, keep Kairi social, Namine soft and gentle and the bills paid. It never bothered Namine though, they still loved her.
The peaceful afternoon wasted time away and before she knew it, town became washed in a mix of dull oranges and ruby reds.
It was a miracle that the shed still stood after the loud music had finished. Neither Roxas or his friend, Xion, could sing, so the music was rather more loud crashes of the drum and even louder guitar strums. Xion fetched a bottle of water for the now sweaty teen.
"Man, I hope we can get that band together at school" Xion says, drinking mouthful after mouthful from her own water bottle. At their school, Roxas and she were trying to get permission to form a rock band under the musical curriculum and the music teacher was almost convinced. They real issue was finding other band members; no doubt they'd get amazing talents and also very crappy ones.
"We'll get it, after Mr Zexion is convinced, he'll fight for the option even if it means his life." Roxas was very trustworthy in the teacher.
"You're right, I'm stressing too much about this" Xion shrugged before being hailed to dinner.
"Woah! Roxas, it's like dusk!" The sky was now painted with burning oranges and soft reds.
"Oh man!" Roxas dashed out of the shed and out onto the gravel pathway "See you tomorrow at school, Xion!" he called before leaving the girl to her own family.
Roxas came into the house with a rushed pace, he knew his parents would be curious, if not infuriated, at his absence. But when he searched around, they weren't around, neither was his almost identical younger brother, Ven. They had left him on another night out to the smoky club. Roxas could only imagine what pain Ven would be going through. He investigated the pantry for an easy meal he could prepare.
Hiyas! Welcome back to another creation from the mind of DiveintoHeart! :D So good to see you here! For this story I will be trying a few new things, so hold on tight for the awesomeness that will follow!