A/N: So, it turns out I have two story ideas at once. One, is currently being worked on with a beta called Homely. We haven't really started yet, but I have a feeling it'll be a great partnership. And the second idea would be this one. It's another Naminé and Roxas centered fanfiction. I really enjoyed writing their pairing before. Except, in this fiction there are going to be a few surprises. I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. But I really do wish I did. Who doesn't?

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Expect the Impossible

Party Night

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Sometimes life takes an interesting turn. One minute, you think you know where you're going. The next, you're completely confused. I was never one to expect the impossible. In fact, I avoided any situation that might get me off-track. This was mostly because I avoided people. I wasn't that talkative, my relatives made sure of that. But Larxene insisted I go to this party, as a waitress. I couldn't refuse. Really, I couldn't refuse.

"Thatta' girl, Naminé. You're a great waitress!"

I sighed and gave my sister a half-hearted smile. Her name was Larxene; she was the second oldest in our family. We don't really get along well. She threatened me and I had to listen. We have a predator-prey relationship.

She grinned at me as she swirled her cup of booze. Her blue eyes were fiercely glaring at me. Her stare was so sharp it felt like daggers were cutting through my skin. "U-Um, did you need anything else, sis?" I practically chirped. I didn't want her getting angry at me for not being 'cheery' enough at the party.

She shook her head. "No, no. I was thinking you should enjoy that party a bit. That guy of yours is here," Larxene answered, "I'm sure you'd like to see him."

"W-What? Sora's here?" I asked almost too eagerly. This earned me a couple of laughs from her friends, Axel and Marluxia. They're not the nicest of people, but Axel is tolerable. I never understood how she got along with Marluxia, though.

"Yes, he is. Go, have fun. You don't need to serve anyone anymore," Larxene commanded. She swiped the silver platter I was carrying drinks on, nearly spilling it, and sat it on the floor in front of her. "We'll take care of these," she slurred happily. I could already tell she was going to have a killer headache in the morning. Still, I didn't need to be told twice. I hurried away from the terrible threesome to go find my friend, Sora.

I searched our house, pushing through people as I did. The party was big. I'd never seen some many people at our house before. I usually manage to escape these situations, but this was a day I couldn't refuse. I now understood why she argued with me. Larxene wanted me to see Sora. I'll never truly understand her ways.

I came to the deck and found a familiar brunette chatting with some random girl. I instantly recoiled. I didn't want to interrupt on anything, but he saw me. It was like he sensed me trying to sneak back into the house. He turned his head and gave me a warm grin. It nearly melted my heart. His eyes were practically gleaming in the moonlight. I loved the way the moon's silhouette traced his already handsome features. My heart was a flutter, and my mind was already memorizing the scene so I could sketch it later.

"Hey, Naminé!" he called as he began to wave me over. I completely forgot about the other girl. I floated over to him, or at least, I was so happy I felt like I was floating. Once I arrived at his side I smiled and waved; I was at a loss for words. Social situations aren't my thing. "I'm surprised you're here. I usually don't see you at Larxene's parties," Sora mentioned. Did that mean he looked for me before?

I nervously chuckled, "She wanted me to be waitress. But now she's letting me wander so I figured it wouldn't hurt." It was a lie, I know. But it'd be insane to tell Sora I was head over heels for him. We worked together. It'd be scandalous. No matter how much I told myself that I still couldn't resist his charms.

"Ah, well that's cool. Hey, this is Kairi," Sora introduced.

The random girl –err, Kairi smiled at me and offered her hand. I shook it reluctantly. She seemed almost too happy to meet me. "I'm a big fan of your work," she halfway squealed, "I go to all of your galleries and I even follow your blog. You're a wonderful artist." That explained it.

I couldn't help but blush. This was the first time I'd met a fan of my work. "Oh, um, thank you," I graciously, nervously answered. I couldn't help but let my gaze drop to the deck floor. I heard Kairi giggle.

"You didn't tell me she was so cute and shy," Kairi continued to giggle.

Sora chuckled. I felt his hand rest on my shoulder. I felt my blush redden. The butterflies that were in my stomach seemed to rush to my head. I felt faint. "That's part of Naminé's charm. She puts her heart and soul into her sketches and paintings, but is very withdrawn in person," Sora explained cheerily. I thought I was going to explode.

Kairi smiled. "Well, at least I know you have good company at work, Sora. I won't get so impatient at home anymore, maybe," she teased happily. I wasn't happy. I jerked my head up and looked at the two curiously. Surely, I had heard that wrong?

"At home?" I hesitantly uttered.

"Sora didn't tell you? We're engaged to be married, so right now, we're living together," Kairi explained nonchalantly. I felt my heart crush. She turned to Sora and chastised him for not sharing with me. I didn't really listen. My heartbeat was pounding in my head. I felt the warm tears threatening to fall from my blue eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to slowly win over his heart.

"Ah, I gotta go. Something's in my eye," I quietly muttered. Before either of them could respond, I fled. I hurried back into the house and looked around for an empty place to calm down. I didn't find one. The whole place was crawling with people. I tugged at my green jacket and headed for the front door. I thought some fresh air, away from the fiancée's, would make me feel a bit better.

I was wrong.

Once I exited the front door I found that I wasn't alone. There was a blonde man sitting on the front steps. He had a drink in his hand; he looked bored. I decided I wouldn't disturb him so I trotted down the steps and began walking away–

"Ladies shouldn't walk home alone at night."

I turned to face him and was a bit scared. He was staring at me so deeply with his blue eyes. It almost felt like he was trying to drown me in their ocean. He had such a piercing stare. It was like he was trying to scare me away. "I live here," I mumbled loud enough for him to hear. I was hoping he'd leave me alone.

"Why are you leaving then? Shouldn't you be inside partying?" he asked curiously. I knew it wasn't simple curiosity, though. I could detect his sardonic attitude from a mile away. Did he have a problem with me, or the world?

I shook my head. "I'm not really a party person…my sister threw this. She just forced me to stick around this time," I carefully explained. Why was I explaining myself to this guy? I didn't even know his name.

He stood up and walked closer to me. "I see. So, who are you?" he asked curtly.

"N-Naminé," I nervously stammered. Both his tone and his attitude made me nervous. Couldn't he stare at something else when he spoke to me? I felt my cheeks growing hot.

"Larxene's sister. I expected you to be different. Anyway, I'm Roxas. I'm a friend of your sister's boyfriend," he explained. This didn't make me feel any more comfortable around him. He still frightened me. "Do you mind if I go with you?" he asked.

I was afraid to refuse. "Sure, you can come," I managed. I turned to walk away, but he quickly followed beside me. I noticed his drink was gone. He must've downed it. 'Great, I'm going to be stuck at the side of a drunk,' I thought nervously.

The walk was not what I expected, though. He was actually kind to me. I didn't think Larxene had kind friends. It was strange talking to someone who seemed to have be leveled-head. Roxas had aspirations, just like me. He had a life ahead of him. He worked for the same company Axel did. They sold some kind of kitchenware. I found it hard to picture him in a suit and tie. I didn't question it, though.

"Business was my major in college," Roxas stated solemnly. I couldn't help but think he wanted to do something else with his life. "What was yours?"

I paused. I probably would look stupid compared to him. So I nervously lied. "I – umm, majored in accounting," I choked. The word sounded so foreign. When he looked at me strangely I had to tell a bit of the truth. "But I'm getting certified to teach art classes, too. I'll be done in a couple of months," I quickly added. Could he tell I was nervous?

"Hm, all right. So when do you want to head back?" Roxas asked. It seemed like he was getting bored with me. I sighed; was I really such a boring person? "Is something wrong?" I was surprised he asked. No one ever asks me how I feel. With the exception of my mother, but it's slightly annoying when she does.

I subtlety nodded; he noticed. "I left the party because…I found out something terrible," I confessed sadly. I could already feel the raw emotion quickly returning to me. It wasn't a formal rejection but it stung like one.

"And what was that?" he quipped. I could tell he thought I was being overly-dramatic. He didn't seem like the kind of guy that was sensitive toward women's feelings.

"This guy I was in love with…he failed to mention he was already engaged," I quietly explained. I heard his breath hitch. "His fiancée told me. She seems like a nice person, but I just wanted to be the one," I added. I could feel the burning in my eyes. The tears were begging to fall.

I felt his hand touch my shoulder. I quickly eyed him. Sympathy was written in his irises. "I'm sorry, Naminé," he replied genuinely. I shook my head and looked away. Tonight just wasn't getting any better. Just sharing the information with Roxas made it even more real. I almost wanted to be in denial. "You need a night out. I'll take you to one of my favorite places," Roxas urged. He didn't give me a chance to say no. He took my wrist and began leading me down streets. Soon, I lost an idea of where we were. I could tell we were leaving the neighborhood, though. Even though I felt like he might murder me or something, I couldn't help but wonder why he would care enough to give me a 'night out'. We hardly knew each other.

We arrived at a bar. Surprise, surprise. I bit down on my lip. How was I supposed to tell him I was twenty-three, on the verge of twenty-four, and had never been to a bar? "Um," I mumbled nervously.

"What is it? You don't drink?" Roxas asked. I nodded shyly. He smirked at me. Now amusement was dancing in his blue eyes; they resembled flames. I had such a strong urge to sketch him. I wanted to perfectly capture the emotion in his eyes. He was so expressive there. I'd have to request it later. "Well, hmm, there's a first time for everything," he laughed. With that, he dragged my hesitant body into the bar.

The environment didn't shock me. It was filled with smokers and drinkers alike. There was a pool table in the corner and a bar in the very back of the room. I was led past the tables filled with communal drinkers. I could tell someone of them were already, as Larxene would say, shit-faced. I even witnessed someone receiving a lap dance; that was disturbing.

We sat on two bar stools and the bartender asked us what we wanted. Roxas ordered for both of us. He only asked for two bottles of beer. I'd never had beer, but it didn't smell good. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like this. The bartender set the bottles on the counter and left to go attend to other customers. I turned to Roxas; I was still gnawing on my bottom lip. He only smirked.

"Try it, I promise you won't regret it," Roxas assured. He lifted his bottle and took a drink. He then stared at me.

I hated his gaze. I quickly gripped the bottle and also took a drink. 'Disgusting!' I panicked as I forced the liquid down. Roxas laughed at me. I'm sure I made some strange faces. "I-I can't drink this!" I cried.

He shook his head. "The first drink is the worst one. Should try it now, it won't taste as bad," he instructed.

I sighed and took another drink. He was right. It wasn't as terrible as the first bit. I still didn't like it that much, though. I watched as he drunk the rest of his bottle. He downed it pretty fast. Was it healthy to drink that quickly? I didn't ask, mainly because I didn't get the chance. He urged me to down my drink too.

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"Haha! That's so funny, Roxie!" I slurred as I swung the beer bottle in my hand. My head was spinning and everything seemed kind of foggy, but I was having the time of my life. This light stirring in my head was like electric fire in my mind. I felt so happy, so damn happy.

He chuckled along with me. "I know! I'm hilarious!" he laughed as he finished his third bottle of beer.

There was silence between us. I hiccupped. He broke out into chuckles once more. Then more silence. I felt my cheeks heat up and my eyelids droop. "I sure am sleepy…let's sleep together," I tiredly mumbled as my head hit his shoulder.

He grinned drowsily. "I'd love to sleep with you," he answered. His voice sounded husky, and sexual. Something stirred inside of me. I wanted to leap on him and kiss him so passionately that my lips fell off. I giggled at the thought. Lips can't fall off, haha.

"I bet you would," I teased. I shakily reached up and grabbed his cheeks. "Come ere'!" I laughed as I pulled him into a deep kiss. He instantly returned the favor. Mm, the taste of alcohol. I felt arms greedily wrap around me. I nearly fell out of the bar stool. 'Everything smells like beer. This is fun.'

He lifted me from the bar stool and carried me out of the bar. I'm not sure what happened after that. Everything was still kind of foggy. I was mostly focused on how sexual Roxas's breathing was. The next thing I knew, I was entering an apartment.

"This is my place," Roxas announced as he flipped on a light. He smiled at me. I could see the lust in his eyes; I thought it was extremely sexy. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You didn't even say if you liked it," he chuckled as he supported my weight his hands.

I rubbed his nose with my own and stared at him. He was like a blonde Adonis. "I don't care. Just take me to your bedroom," I breathed. My lips were tingling with anxiety.

He chuckled, "As you wish." I nearly melted in his arms. So, so sexy.

He took me into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He muttered something about something, but I didn't listen. He set me down on his bed and I pulled him on top of me. I grabbed his face and began covering it with wet, sloppy kisses. "Mm," I groaned, "Hurry up." I felt so impatient, so on edge.

He growled. I felt something strange, but wonderful inside. It only made me kiss him even more wildly. He ripped off my green jacket, my plain, white t-shirt, and my jeans. He even took off my socks and my undergarments. I cried out in joy as he picked up my body and tossed me to the center of his bed. Whee! I'm flying!

I quickly stripped him of his clothes and began to run my fingers down his body. Part of me couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight glistened on his skin. It was artistically sexy! I wanted more and more of him. I felt his hands explore my body as mine did his. Tingles erupted wherever his tender skin brushed. This was great. I was so wrong to think he was strange before. He was marvelous. He was glorious!

Our eyes met. I smiled. I could feel myself drowning in his oceanic gaze. This was it.

I was your typical girl. I did everything right. I never made any mistakes. I hardly ever spoke to anyone. Something happened to me that night. It began a change in me. I shouldn't have had so many drinks.