Chain in Her Heart
I realized the extreme lack of canon stories I have featuring Namine, so here it is.
I like to say Namine draws really well, i.e. like in Kingdom Hearts 2's opening. Sorry if some of this isn't canon, I can't think how else she can draw Sora's memories without knowing them herself, in some form.
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Namine turned the sketchbook to the side, in order to better draw the ceiling of Hollow Bastion. The pencil sketched across the paper, lines expertly shaped, created, carved into the white.
The white was once pure, but no. The pencil's gray lines served as darkness, leaking into the light, covering all she wanted to. She could feel it, the energy, as she invoked it to affect Sora's memories. She paused, closing her eyes, summoning his recollections again, she needed every little detail. Behind her closed lids, the darkness took on shape, colors twisting, slithering into view, transforming into the computer area of Hollow Bastion. She could see the dark, multicolored door, shaped like a Heartless Emblem. She saw, through Sora's eyes, his decision to pick up the Keyblade and stab himself, releasing Kairi's heart…
Her skin tingled, for some reason. She opened her eyes, releasing the power, so her momentary pause wouldn't affect Sora. She leaned back in her chair, her light, thin fingers gently tapping the white table.
Now, this would be interesting. She lifted her head, studying the vase full of featureless white flowers in front of her. This would be the birth of Sora's Nobody, a being she had never met. But, being connected to Sora, she should have some control over him.
At least, alone in the complete silence of her room, she reasoned this to be the truth.
It would not be entirely necessary to draw some of Sora's Nobody's memories, but she wanted to. In order for the Nobody to still exist, somewhere, deep inside of Sora, she had to lock up tight some chains of memory, just a small one.
She didn't like the thought, somehow, of the Nobody not existing. At all. Who knows, maybe that little spark of the Nobody can help Sora in some form.
Namine closed her eyes, summoning her power again. She could feel the chain of memories that Sora had, all floating, disconnected, only the most important things in his life. Otherwise, there was a long chain, (at least, long to the girl who had worked on it,) separated from the disconnected parts. She had finished, mostly anyway, the more trivial matters. She let her consciousness try and seek out the memory chains of Sora's Nobody, and she was finally rewarded after almost five minutes of being absolutely, completely still.
Even then, she only had flashes. Flashes of laughter, flashes of Axel, (she knew him, from her time in Castle Oblivion), and someone else, someone with black hair and blue eyes…
Namine found the memories difficult to track, and she soon relinquished her vain attempt to find out more.
She opened her eyes, unsure how long those flashes of memory had passed behind her closed eyes. She leaned back, eyes wide, hand slowly going up to her chest, clenching into a fist.
It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. But, she knew it was. In those brief moments, those very brief moments she had lived in his life, Namine knew one fact. And she never lied to herself, not after Castle Oblivion.
She had fallen in love with him.
Impossible. It should be, anyway. But his memories held everything that embodied him, and she saw not Darkness, not the blistering contempt she was used to in the Organization XIII. There were no veiled remarks and raging fire, no lashing lightning and snide comments, and best of all, no sign of the terrible authority she had seen for the brief time she had been unfortunate enough to come in contact with the Organization's leader.
There was nothing but pure, undeniable, good.
And in that goodness, she saw Light. And in that Light, she saw hope. This boy was the Sora she had been looking for, her Sora.
Not Kairi's.
Her fingers traced across her crayon box, the colors seemed to bristle under her touch, each one vying for her attention. She settled on a deep blue color. Blue like the deep ocean, blue like the darkening sky.
Blue like his eyes.
She flipped the page over, for the moment her drawing of Hollow Bastion forgotten, and she found herself almost excited at the prospect of drawing him.
She knew his name, now. When she had delved inside his memories, she had learned his name. A name that fit him so perfectly.
Roxas.
She smiled, lips turning upward in the first true smile she had had since Sora had gone to sleep.
Namine was used to hardship; she was used to being a tool. From the Organization to DiZ, yes, she knew all about being used. She existed to be some form of a weapon for others. Right now, DiZ was using her to wake up Sora and unleash his wrath on the Organization.
Right now, though, she was doing what she wanted.
She hesitated, unsure if she could draw him correctly. She then put all doubts to the side, calling up her power, and began to draw.
Yes, she most definitely needed to create a chain of memories of Roxas. She knew, without a doubt, that Sora needed to have that other being, the Nobody, living somewhere inside him. She hid the chain deep in his heart.
And deep in her own.
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I actually liked how
this turned out, a rather different Roxas and Namine fan fiction.
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