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Naminé walked quickly through the white, empty hallways of Castle Oblivion. She was scared; she wasn't supposed to be out, ever. But she just had to ask him. Axel hadn't visited her in two days and she felt alone. Just like she had felt when she got there the first time. She reached Axel's door and hesitated. She fidgeted with the paper she held.
Naminé: "What if he doesn't want to see me?"
Her heart took over her and at the end she knocked on the door. She heard movement inside the room and the door opened, revealing the flame manipulator with an annoyed look on his face.
Axel: "Oh, it's you"
Naminé: "May I come in please?"
Axel moved aside allowing her to step into his room, slowly closing the door. He sat on his bed and signaled her to seat besides him.
Axel: "What is it?"
Naminé: "I was wondering why you hadn't visited me since you gave me the drawing"
Axel: "I've been busy"
Naminé: "Busy? Too busy to see me?"
Axel: "Yes"
Naminé felt something strange inside of her. She felt like the last time Marluxia had mistreated her. She felt like… crying. Axel noticed her face and felt awful. He didn't want to hurt her, but he had to be strong like he was before knowing her, even if it meant being cruel.
Naminé: "Doing what?"
Axel: "Same as always. You know, fighting heartless, controlling nobodies, looking for Roxas and Sora"
Naminé: "But you always found a way to see me before. I thought you were my… friend"
Axel: "It's gotten harder. I can't waste any time"
Naminé: "Just answer me one thing. Why did you give me that drawing?"
He hesitated to answer. Axel looked scared, confused and upset. Naminé stood up hearing no answer.
Axel: "I just wanted to prove I'm good at everything'
Naminé: "…"
Axel: "I'm leaving tonight for Destiny Islands"
Naminé: "Good luck"
She opened the door and gave him one last glance before closing it. Axel simply stared at her with a stoic expression. He laid back on his bed when she left but felt something on his back. He reached for it. It was a white sketchbook paper, and it had a drawing in it. He frowned when he glanced at it; it was similar to his drawing, but a hundred times better. It had more colors and shapes. But something was different; he was alone. The Flurry of Dancing Flames felt as if the rain had put out the fire inside his soul.
Well, what do you think? Please tell me, you're criticism will help me write better. I took on consideration the advices the reviewers of "Drawing" gave me. Hope I did better this time. I'm considering making a trilogy of this.