A/N: Yeah… I'll be giving up on the other fic I did. I'm at a major writer's block that's as big as a skyscraper. So sorry for those who're expecting/hoping for an update (if anyone is). Yea, this is basically a bit of a ZexionXNamine… or at least that was the intention… ah well, DISCLAIMER! I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters (heck, I don't even own a copy of any of the games... XP)
On with the fic!
It was rather late at night and Zexion had decided to a pay a visit to the castle's library to be able to read his book in peace as he has done the past few nights. He rounded the corner leading to the hallway in which the entrance of the library resided, just to catch a glimpse of Larxene stalking off in the opposite direction.
Not really caring about what the feisty blond had been up to, he shrugged it off and proceeded towards his destination.
He entered the rather dim room, not quite expecting to see anyone there, especially not Namine sitting on the floor.
"Ah, pardon. I didn't exp—"He stopped in mid-sentence, getting a glimpse of her tear-filled eyes.
Seeing his slightly shocked expression, Namine quickly turned her head, keeping her face from view, her hair falling like a curtain on her pale cheeks.
"Namine…?"
She heard him say as he approached her. She took notice of the sound of his coats hem hitting the floor as he kneeled down beside her, and quickly made a reply to keep him away. She did not feel like being bothered by anyone at the moment.
"I-I'm fine." She said quickly.
"I wasn't going to ask that." He said simply. "It's obvious you're not. What happened, Namine?" He asked her reaching for her quivering shoulder, to which she quickly moved away, not once looking at him, her face still obscured from view.
"Nothing happened…" She replied bitterly. "Leave me alone."
Zexion's brows knitted at the rather stubborn girl's remark, and without hesitation, reached for the blond girl once more.
Namine tried to swat his hand away, but failed to do so as he caught her wrist as his other hand took hold of her chin, forcing her to face him.
His brows unfurled as he saw the dark bruise on her cheek beneath her eye. His expression changed to a rather more concerned one as he looked at her bruised pallid face.
Namine then took this chance to breakaway from him and she backed away from him some more.
"I told you to just leave me alone. Just leave me alone, dammit!" She yelled rather hoarsely, reaching for one of her drawings, one of many that were torn or crumpled on the floor around her.
One by one, she picked up the few drawings nearest to her, straightening them out a bit, and compiling them as neatly as she could.
Zexion just watched her intently, until he finally broke the short moment of silence that fell between them.
"It was Larxene, wasn't it." He said as more of a statement than a question.
"I didn't do anything—! " She managed to say; despite the fact that she started sobbing again as she held her drawings close to her. "Sh-she just came in here looking annoyed when she suddenly just started mocking me and making fun of my drawings as she grabbed them and threw then on the floor and stepping all over them!" She cried. "And when I tried to stop her, she hit me! I didn't do anything to her! Why does she—why does she have to do that!!" She cried out louder, her grip on her drawings getting tighter.
"Namine…" Zexion said, feeling rather sorry for the young girl before him.
"I said leave me alone!" She yelled at him, avoiding his gaze, and moving a little more away from him once more. "Why do you even care!!? No one in this godforsaken castle does! Why should you!!?" She screamed harshly, glaring at him.
"He on the other hand, kept silent, keeping his eyes on her.
When Namine thought he was going to reply, she was slightly startled as he just sighed and started picking up her other drawings that were still scattered on the floor.
This time, it was her turn to watch, as he picked up her drawings, smoothening out the folds and crumples, looking very fixated on the simple task.
As Namine watched him, she hadn't realized that he had finished until he approached her and handed her the drawings.
"Here." He said, face expressionless.
She looked up at him, then at the papers being handed to her.
"T-Thank you…" She said, taking the papers from him.
As soon as she took her drawings, he stood up. "You'd better head on back to your room now." He said monotonously, and was about to walk away when…
"N-No!"
"No?" He looked back at her quizzically.
"I-I mean, I-I'd like to draw some more. I don't want to go back yet." She said, eyes glued to the pearly white floor.
He looked at her with a slight confused expression. Why she wouldn't just go and draw in her room is a mystery to him, but he felt it better to just let the girl do as she pleases and leave the question unasked.
Namine stood up; standing beside him, gaze still down. She wasn't very tall, she knew, but neither was Zexion. As a matter of fact, he was rather short as she came up to his shoulder as other members normally towered over her.
Hesitantly, she spoke, still avoiding his gaze.
"W-Will you… stay? Here? Keep me company? …Maybe even for a short while?" She asked him, very unsure of what his reaction may be. She daringly looked up at him as deep ocean blue eyes met a grayer one, watching her curiously.
She gulped, and averted her gaze. "It's alright if y—"
"Sure."
"Huh?" She looked up at him again.
"I've got nothing important to do, and I did plan on staying here for a while." He said, walking to one of the many book shelves in the room, picking out a book he had been reading a few nights before. He crossed the room and took a seat at the table, beginning to read where he finished last.
Namine, finally falling out of her slight stupor, joined him at the table; seating across him, and placing her drawings in a neat stack beside her, began drawing once more on a new clean sheet of paper.
They stayed that way for a while, both just minding their own business and just enjoying the silence, both rather engrossed in their own activities.
All of a sudden, Namine stopped drawing, and heaved a silent sigh. Zexion took notice of this.
"What's wrong?" He said, glancing up from his book.
"Zexion?" She started unsurely.
"Hm?" He replied, his eyes returning back to the book he was reading.
"Nobodies don't have emotions, right?"
"Exactly why we're looking for our hearts." He flips the page.
"If nobodies don't have emotions, then why is it that at times it seems we do? I mean, like how Larxene can feel anger, or how sometimes I can feel sadness…" She trailed off, the bitterness of her words evident at the last part of her sentence.
He sighs and closes his book, his eyes rather distant.
"I suppose you could say you could feel all those things, however, when you feel this… sadness, as you say, don't you ever feel a bit… hollow?" He glances at her and their eyes meet once more.
"I…"
"Whenever we say we 'feel'… it is but our minds that tell us we feel this. However, although our mind says we feel this certain emotion, our hearts do not, hence our lack of it. So whenever we feel… it is but an illusion that our minds play on us. We can never truly feel in the current state we are in. Without a heart, there'll always be the feeling as if there's something missing. Do you understand?"
He looks at her, waiting for a reaction, as they both sat there silently.
"I…" She speaks. "I still don't quite understand… but thank you, Zexion. It did make things more clear to me… thank you." She smiles up at him and quickly begins to draw once more, resuming her previous task.
He watches her for a while before finally continuing on reading his book and silence once again fell upon the pair.
An hour passed by and Zexion had finally finished reading the last chapter of the book. He looks up to see Namine hunched over the table, asleep.
He smiles for a brief moment before standing up and walking towards the blond girl.
Not wanting to wake her up, he quietly picks her up, but not before noticing the drawing she had been working on.
He looks at it with an amused expression, something one wouldn't normally see on the quiet nobody.
He takes on last glance at the drawing, and smiles once more, before carrying Namine off to her room.
The drawing she drew was just like most of her other works; childish and scribbly… but what made him smile was what was on the picture.
It was a drawing of her and him, both with smiles on their faces.
A/N: That sucked, yo. Ah well… I liked the beginning but around the middle to the end totally sucked. So yea… not much romance in there, huh? It's mostly just a friendship really… but if you guys want something more between them in the next part then please say so in your reviews. I'd really appreciate reviews since they urge me to continue… yea… so. REVIEW PLEASE!