AN: Just a short drabble that came to me, nothing more. Good, bad, feel free to tell me.
Disclaimer: Kingdom hearts is owned by Disney and Square Enix.
"Once upon a time there was a boy. He wasn't very strong, but he was smart. He prided himself for his intelligence. You see Namine, his intelligence was his downfall, and now he finds himself wishing for what could have been."
"You didn't have to say something so depressing. All I wanted was a story." Namine muttered softly while looking at the ground.
"What did you want, a fairytale?" Zexion smirked, and looked up from his book. "I find this much better than the false hope they create."
"True, but nobody deserves that."
It was true, she had read a book full of them, but soon she realized that even if she was the princess in distress, there would never be a prince to save her. Namine loved the fairytales, especially Cinderella, but they made her feel, no remember sadness at the end. She could never have her own happy ending. Not even if she manipulated Sora into giving her one.
The duo sat in silence for what seemed like forever to Namine. Finally, she broke it.
"I wish you knew Sora."
Zexion raised his eyebrows, and Namine smiled. "If you knew Sora, I could make the pain go away."
Time passed and Zexion really considered it. If he didn't remember, would the pain go away? It probably wouldn't, for unleashing so many problems on the world. He did deserve it. Zexion told Namine just that.
"It wasn't your fault. You had no idea any of this would happen." It was a lie, Namine knew, but she'd say anything to make him feel better. Even if it was just a false sense of hope.
"Namine, if my illusions can't help you, I doubt your own would help me."
It was true. He had tried on so many occasions to make Namine remember the emotions of joy, happiness, and the other good memories the girl seemed to not get to relive. A bright island, a forest, a faraway land filled with magic. Sometimes it would almost work with a bright, yet fleeting smile. Soon, he gave up. Zexion knew better than anyone that illusions didn't do much.
Namine breathed out, closed her eyes, and tried to remember a happier time. Nothing could ever come up. Nothing but a white castle, filled with cruel people. Except occasionally there would be one who wasn't so cruel. No he wasn't perfect, but he wasn't hateful. Condescending, mocking, but never hateful. It was that fact alone that formed their unimaginable union. That was what drew Namine to him like a moth is drawn to a flame.
Zexion set his book down and just stared. No emotions were visible on his face. It was a blank slate, something Namine knew how to work with well. She stood up and walked over to him. She bit her lip, hesitating for the slightest of seconds. Namine entwined her fingers with Zexion's. For the first time in her nonexistent life, Namine saw Zexion smile. It was a small smile, but it was a smile, not a smirk or a grimace.
And for the first time ever, she felt ecstasy. They would allow themselves to get lost in the false illusions they willingly spun. The false illusions of hope, joy, and for once, security.
