I posted this story up a couple of days ago, but no one liked it. So I made some changes! This is a sequel to 'Scribble of Red', but I have a chaptered story. This story is going to be five chapters long, but this one is short because it's an intro. chapter. Hope you guys enjoy! Reviews and critiques are needed and wanted.

Pairing: Axel.Namine

Rating: Teen. For sexual content, language, and suggestive humor.

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Chapter One : Reminiscor

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"Let's go now..."

"You don't have any place to go. No home, either," came the dry remark.

"We Nobodies don't have the pleasure of homes..."

"That's right," the girl spoke up quietly. The red-headed Nobody glanced up to see the white memory witch.

"I have no home. But I have places I want to go, people I want to see," she murmured in a feather-light tone as she carefully grazed the edge of the sketchbook with the tip of her slender index finger. The picture she beheld was of the keyblade master and his Nobody. Longingly, she gazed into it, noting how it was just a mere crayon scribble compared to her other sketches. After all, she had drawn it a few months back, and she enjoyed it, despite the lack of resemblance. Though, there was sadness inside of her chest as she observed it.

No, it was not sadness. Sadness was an emotion, and Nobodies could not feel. But she always believed that the emptiness she had was the same as sadness; always, ever since she was a captive in Castle Oblivion. She knew that she had felt sadness, even love. But what was love? Was love an emotion? No, it wasn't. But love required the heart, did it not? Possible it was only raging hormones she had felt. No matter, it was not important. Not now. Nobodies could pretend to feel. But she would not. She wanted so dearly to have real emotions. She did not want false feelings.

She was an empty shell of the Princess of Hearts. She was the princess's Nobody. She had to help her. If so, she would be helping the keybearer. Wasn't that what she wanted? To be good and pure for once in her useless life? Maybe so. If she joined together with Kairi, she would be together with the boy she helped a year ago. She would be able to feel again. She would love again, truly love again. If she would have a happy ending with all of her dreams come true, why was there a barren place where her heart should be?

The girl was delicately perched on the edge of the only wooden bench in the small open area. This was Sunset Hill, and named for that very reason. In the evenings, townsfolk would often come to the peak of the hill to witness the colorful sunset. At this moment, there was a bright red circle sinking into the horizon and evaporating, its rays of pinks and yellows bled through the sky. Above the girl's sitting place, the pink and deep blue of the night met each other, creating a sincere indigo. Surrounding the area was a wooden fence, acting as a barrier for children and clumsy people so that they would not fall into the train tracks that were at the base of the hill: a town called 'Twilight Town'.

Standing in front of the small artist was a cloaked man, his hood covering his face to conceal his secret countenance. She knew who this was, though. She also knew why he covered his face, and she understood. She stared into the darkness of his hood, not seeing his eyes but knowing that he was staring right back at her. She was the one who would help Kairi and make her whole again. That was what this man wanted. He cared for Kairi, and this fragile girl had to reach her Somebody before Organization XIII found her and captured her.

"I feel the same way," the hooded man stated dryly. He meant it, though. He wanted to travel and see people, talk to them, and make friends. But his wishes would not come true.

"So, how about letting us go?" a voice chided from the other side of the clearing, disrupting the silence. The blonde girl glanced up to meet emerald eyes from afar. A carefree smile was fixed upon the other man's quirky, but handsome, face. His hair defined his temper and element: flaming red with scarlet strands brushing against his high set cheekbones. He was a gangly Nobody, tall and clothed in a simple black leather cloak with matching boots. His lengthy arms crossed over his broad chest.

"That old guy told you to get rid of us, right?" he teased the hooded man. The girl started at the statement and sent the man in front of her a piercing glare.

"Did he?" she quipped towards him.

"Go," he replied when noted her tone. Naminè gazed at him with curiosity.

"Shouldn't you complete your mission here?" the scarlet haired man questioned and tilted his head to the side. The man shook his head solemnly.

"I owed you, Axel…and Naminè," said the hooded man.

"Did you?"

All attention was directed to the girl in the white dress. Her eyebrows knitted together and her jaw set firmly. The pressure was thick as the men noted the sharp edge to Naminè's pure voice. The person who the question was directed to nodded in the positive.

"Yes. You helped me at Castle Oblivion. I owe you something in return."

"Well, thanks then," Axel jeered with a half-serious tone to his usually joking voice. The fiery inferno suddenly outstretched his lengthy arm. From his fingertips, black mist erupted and swirled around a dark portal; a gateway of darkness. Lavender and royal blue mist threaded inside and out of the portal, creating an eerie appearance. Naminè glanced back at the strange character.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, scarcely loud enough for him to hear. Slowly, the girl rose up from her original seat, keeping her eyes focused on the man standing in front of her. She would miss him for sure, but she had a job to do. She was going to help him. Gradually, she tore her gaze from the cloaked man and looked over at the portal with the red headed Nobody standing next to it. Gulping quite loudly, she clutched onto her sketchbook, pressing it against her chest as she bashfully jogged toward the gateway and past her comrade. She felt the member of the Organization follow closely behind her.

True, Axel was a member of the group of Nobodies in search for hearts. But he was much different. He wanted to help Sora put an end to all of this, just like her. The girl was shaken out of her ponderings as Axel sped up his walking pace so that he was leading. As she stared into his back and his spiked red hair, she wondered what would happen after Kingdom Hearts was destroyed and Xemnas was defeated. Things would be strange for her, but back to normal for Kairi.

"So, Nami, where do you want to go?" Axel stopped abruptly and spoke, which was not expected for the girl. She ran straight into the back she was listlessly gazing at without thinking about it. Her cheek brushed against the leather. Gasping, she quickly stepped back and fluttered her long, silky eyelashes. The young witch met his green eyes as he turned to face her. She felt heat spread throughout her pale cheeks, causing a rosy pink hue to color her face.

"Well, where she is, I suppose," Naminè suggested honestly and dropped her eyesight to below. Naminè and Axel were in Betwixt and Between; they had to go to a world not to start their search. An unexpected response escaped Axel's perfect lips. She heard a half-hearted chuckle in his throat and a 'heh'. Furrowing her eyebrows, she glanced back up and sent him a stern expression.

"What is it?" she queried. Axel smirked deviously.

"I know where Kairi is. I'm asking you where you want to go," he replied and brought his left hand up to scratch his pointed chin. Naminè's mouth dropped open in surprise, which was answered with an interested arched eyebrow.

"Are you trying to catch flies or something?" Axel sarcastically asked. Snapping her jaw shut tight, Naminè huffed.

"If you know where Kairi is, shouldn't we go and get her now before the Organization can have a chance to snatch her away for bait?" the artist exclaimed as she gestured with her free hand. Axel watched her, but only sneered in that mischievous manner of his, making Naminè rather uncomfortable. Simply, he shook his head and crossed his long, spidery arms across his chest. Before Naminè could question him again, he raised his right hand up, signaling for her not to speak.

"I have it all under control, kid. The Organization doesn't know where the little princess is yet. We have plenty of time, you see!" Axel spread his arms out with enthusiasm and grinned at the fifteen year old. It was hard to convince her, but he would try. A look of confusion was still etched in the girl's petite, rounded face. Sighing out loud, Axel rubbed the back of his head.

"I threw them off track. It should give us a couple of days ahead of time. I thought we could use a little break, after all that has been going on. Besides, you said yourself that you had places you wanted to see, right?" Axel leaned forward toward Naminè and tapped the tip of her small, ski-jump nose, causing her to blush a deeper shade of red. He had to admit to himself that he liked it. Straightening his stance, he continued.

"I want to go to some places, too…" he said softly, letting his gaze drift off to the side. Naminè tilted her head to the side curiously.

"What places?" she quipped. Axel met her eyes.

"That wasn't the question. There has to be at least one world you want to go to," Axel thoughtfully rubbed his cheek and meaningfully stared at her, waiting for an answer. Deep down inside, she was screaming one name in particular, for she so wanted to go there. But what would he think of her? Would he think her selfish? No, she could not say. Instead she bit her lip and stared straight back into those emerald orbs that had mystified her the day she met him. He let out a gust of air.

"All righty, we'll just strike a deal," Axel stretched out his arms and weaved his fingers together and cracked his knuckles, making the girl flinch from the bone-crunching noise.

"A deal?" she squeaked timidly, holding onto her sketchbook desperately with her frail little hands. With a quirky hint of a smirk, Axel nodded his head once.

"Yeah, a deal; I'll take you to three worlds," Axel reached out his right hand, pinned his pinky against his palm with his thumb and held up three long fingers, demonstrating his point. "I bet you that one of those places is the one world you want to go."

"What if you are wrong, though?" Naminè stuck out her chin stubbornly and raised a questionable eyebrow. Gritting his teeth together, Axel rolled his eyes.

"Then I'm wrong."

"Doesn't sound much of a deal, does it? Especially if I don't get anything in return, right?"

"Fine, a surprise if you're not satisfied," Axel's eyes glinted with excitement and a strange glimmer that Naminè could not recognize. She decided to think it over. She had nothing to lose, just her good time. But Axel was like this. He preferred to have fun instead of doing his mission. Besides, if he threw the Organization off track and gave them a few days, and Axel knew where Kairi was, that would be just dandy. Naminè deserved a vacation anyways. And it was with Axel, too, and let's just say that she preferred his company above most.

"All right, let's go then," Naminè beamed up at him brightly. Mirroring her expression, Axel smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling with achievement. The smile livened his face that was usually pale and solemn. Nostalgia filled Naminè's mind painfully. She remembered the last time he smiled like that. It was a year ago, but she remembered it as if it was only the day before.

A scribble of red. A mark symbolizing love. A heart. That was what she drew on the picture she gave to him. He promised he would keep it safe. The last time she saw that picture was at Castle Oblivion. He probably threw it away after he plastered a fake smile on his perky face to please the memory witch. He knew. Axel knew about her false feelings. Naminè couldn't deny that she admired him greatly. But things seemed to have changed in the past year.

But she still admired him.

It was a tale of unrequited love, but it couldn't be love. There were no hearts involved. Naminè had to learn to deal with sorrow of loss. Axel forgot about her, until recently, when Sora's memories were finally sewed back together. That was when all of this happened.

"So, Nami, are you ready for our first stop?" Axel's voice broke through her thoughts. Slightly she nodded when Axel looked at her from over his shoulder. He smirked.

"Good. Let's go then," he grasped her hand and summoned another portal in front of them. Naminè hesitated.

"Where are we going first?" she timidly asked. Axel deviously smiled at her.

"It's a surprise."