She sketched the sky, vast and never ending. Then she started on the ocean making its depths unknown and decidedly magical. She did all this with a pad of paper and a pencil. She started on the sun, but decided to erase it, she then put down her drawing and stood. She peered out the cell's window into the darkness. She had been placed into confinement after Sora and Roxas had become one. Her prison consisted of a small room with a small white bed and one window, supposedly to supply sunlight and warmth. But, there was neither sunlight nor any warmth in this world, only darkness.

The first few weeks here she had simply sat at the window, waiting, for who, or what she would not answer. Then, she had taken to drawing to ease the pain, the pain of being forgotten. Her drawings had started as ones filled with hope, sunshine, rainbows and freedom. Eventually however, they turned to ones of gray, hopeless skies and bottomless pits of sea. And soon she had become like her drawing's, a hopeless soul drowning in a bottomless sea. She was so caught up in her reverie she hadn't heard the cells door clank open.

"Still waiting for your knight in shining armor I see." She turned towards the voice and saw a man cloaked in black. She assumed him to be either a member of Organization 13, or at least a servant of theirs.

"What's it to you?" she replied bitterly.

"Ive heard about you is all. You've been here for at least a year now am I right?" Namine nodded silently. "And all you do is sit buy that window and wait. Who are you waiting for? Was I right in thinking it was some sort of savior?"

"Yes."

"Brother?"

"No."

"Comrade?"

"No."

"Friend?" she hesitated.

"Yes."

"Ohh I see. Perhaps he is more then a friend? Lover perhaps?" she gasped softly.

"No. Never."

"What, you do not love him?"

"I love him, very much. He just, I mean he couldn't possibly have thought of me in that way." She sat down on the bed, busy in thought. Not objecting when he sat next to her. He touched her leg softly and she shivered at the contact. He tilted her face up, leaning in, she almost succumbed to him, her body was willing, but her heart ached at the thought of betraying Roxas. She turned away quickly, moving farther away from him.

"What, you don't want to kiss me?" he asked in a pleading tone as she found herself giggling. She suddenly imagined him pouting underneath that dark hood and reminisced at how Roxas used to pout all the ti-.

"Wait!" she said as she raised her hands to throw back his hood. "What did you say your name was again?" she was taken by surprise when he caught her wrists swiftly and kissed her. It was abrupt and ended quickly, the heat of his mouth covering hers was there one second, gone the next, as was he. She looked around and found herself alone again. Thinking it a dream she touched her lips, that warmth lingered there still.

The next day there was a box addressed to her, lying on the floor beside her bed. She carefully opened the brown wrapping and peered inside. Coloring pencils, with a note attached.

Color your skies blue, not gray.

So she did. And as the days passed she found herself gazing wistfully at the door, more then the window, waiting. When she heard footsteps she would jump out of bed and rush to the barred window of her cell's door. Sometimes catching glimpses of the trailing end of a black cloak billowing quickly around the corner. At night, she found that she twisted and turned unrest fully in her sleep, but as a warm shape lay down beside her, she quieted. She found herself gazing wistfully at the warm indent in her bed, in the morning whilst running a hand over the spot were she thought, knew, he last lay. Then she would find herself with a rush of guilt and bitter tears.

It was on one of those days, as she was weeping loudly, that he returned. No words were said he just wrapped his arms around her and held her. She cried and sobbed into his chest, releasing all the emotion she'd bottled up. He held her, and waited until she had stopped crying, and she looked up as she stopped

"What is your na- mmph" she was cut off as he caught her off guard, yet again and kissed her. The kiss was different somehow, filled with passion and aggression. She found herself moaning as she fell back on the bed. He moved over top over her, still kissing her feverently. She finally pulled away, gasping.

"What are you do-" she was cut off yet again as his lips found her neck and started sucking there. She moaned aloud, forgetting all coherent thoughts. He kissed down to her collarbone as she withered beneath him, and he moved to slip the white strap of her dress down, when she stopped him.

"What?" she could tell he was smirking beneath that hood of his and glowered at him.

"It's not funny!" she snapped; regret pouring over her yet again.

"I, for one think that it's hilarious, you the prisoner are about to betray your true love" he snorted "with the very same man who keeps you locked away."

"Your wrong." She went to stand, but he pinned her back mercilessly against the bed once more.

"I could always just take what I want from you." He said looking down at her "Even if they hear you scream, no one will care."

"Do what you will!" she snapped back "I will never betray Roxas." She squeezed her eyes shut as she began to cry, she felt his grip loosen and wrenched her arms free, the covered her face with her hands. She heard the rustling of fabric, but kept her eyes tightly shut. It was then she felt his hand stroking her hair as he lifted her up into his lap. She did not struggle, she did not weep, no words were spoken and the stayed like that for quite some time.

The moonlight streamed in through the tiny cell's one window and as it's beamed rested on her eyes she opened them apprehensively. The first thing she saw was the moon and then, the dark robes lying in a rumpled heap on the floor. She was afraid to look, but curiosity won and she turned to see him. She gasped.

"You, you..." she sputtered "You BASTARD!" she screamed as she lunged forward fists flailing.

"What the fuck!?" he yelled as he ducked out of the way, in any case he got a well aimed hit to the jaw.

"What is WRONG with you!?" she raged "I….can't BELIEVE you!!!" Fearing another hit he pinned her underneath him, trying to calm her hysterics.

"What is wrong with you" he asked through clenched teeth. "Are you insane!!!??" his anger flared.

"Roxas!!! I HATE YOU!!" she wailed pitifully as she threw her head to the side.

"Who's Roxas?" the blond asked, anger dissipating, replaced with a look of confusion.

"Don't play games with me you heartless bastard! Who do you think?" she turned to glare up at him, the utter look of confusion on his face made her falter.