mukashi mukashi
a long, long time ago
【小飛俠】
r e c o r d e d butterflies
He was the boy who never grew up and she was the girl without a heart. Naturally, Peter was intrigued by her very presence. A pretty girl she was, glass blue eyes and wisps of golden-blonde hair lighter than Wendy's framed her pale, porcelain face. He imagined her like a doll, almost, just like one of those dolls they saw in Wendy's house.
To him she was every bit as fragile as those porcelain dolls, and every bit as cold to the touch. Who was he to say, though? He wasn't the least bit grown up and no one older than the age of sixteen would pay attention to him. He knew, he had tried before. He had tried very hard to get their attention, but ended up in Neverland anyways. It didn't matter though, Neverland was his home.
There wasn't much to say to her when he first met her. Maybe it was because she was a girl that didn't know how to feel. He felt curious, as their first conversation was only few curt words and a hasty farewell. Also, she couldn't explain to him why she was there, girls were too smart to fall out of their prams. Irritated him somewhat, he was considering about banishing her, but held back, some reason or another.
It was rather peculiar, to speak with the cold, heartless girl for hours and hours on end about things such as the dangerous mermaids by the lagoon, or his numerous triumphs over the notorious Captain Hook. She, in turn, would tell him of a boy who was searching for a princess and a boy lost in darkness. As night fell, he awaited the next day and went to bed eagerly, dreaming of what she would tell him next.
You know what? He never thought about being mature about this (shocker, really), nor had he knew it would be very difficult to teach a girl who owned no heart to fly. It was so easy for him! Just think happy thoughts, and with a little help from fairy dust, you would be dancing in air. Simple.
Wait, hold up, and breathe a little first. Alright, he knew he could do this. This couldn't possibly be harder than taking on Captain Hook, but it made him feel so, grown up. He didn't really like that feeling. Alas, he couldn't help it. It just happened. This thing Wendy called a thimble, and the next thing he knew, she was floating. Amazing, really.
She was a girl without a heart and he was a boy who never grew up. Naturally, Naminé was very interested whenever he was around. Quite a handsome boy he was, she silently admitted to herself, ruffled auburn hair and red rosy cheeks, child-like, she supposed. A bit on the naïve side, but she knew things would change eventually.
To her he was just a boy. A mere child that knew nothing about the world, one that questioned a bit too much and did not know when to be quiet and leave a person to their peace. The first time they met she had exchanged a few curt words and walked off listening to his loud questions fade into the distance. She knew more than to expect much out of a boy who feared to grow older and found the adult world strange. But who knows? After all, she was a girl without a heart. It was never her turn to speak.
At first, he annoyed her so, asking questions such as where she was from and how she got there, and also how in the world was it possible for a girl to fall out of a thing called prams. Whatever that was anyways. She wanted to scream, tell him to be quiet so she could concentrate, because she needed to go back. Getting sidetracked while trapping a boy, no, hero in an egg was not a good thing, she knew.
The more time she was trapped there, though, the more she talked with him. The more she talked with him. The more time she spent with him, the more she liked his odd stories about battling the Captain and the Lost Boys. At the end of the day she would find herself waiting for the sun to rise, because her kind had no need for rest.
Part of her decided it wasn't worth it, learning how to fly and having happy thoughts while she knew there was no possibility she could ever achieve that. The other part of her had told her that it was completely hopeless, learning from a child. A small voice, though, whispered gently, "It will be worth it."
She was flying, flying of all the things to do. Was it even physically possible for her to fly? What shocked her more was this, this thimble he kept mentioning about was not a thimble. Clearly it wasn't thimble, because a thimble was a silver object used to protect the finger or thumb when sewing. Definitely not a thimble, she thought to herself as she looked at the childish boy. It was a kiss.
After that day, they found her and got her out. Never though, had she forgotten the childish boy who taught her how to fly. Besides, she quite liked the sound of Peter and Naminé.
footnotes: this was horrible
original kh cast & disney characters © square enix/disney
text © waraenai 2007