"Naminé was born when Sora stabbed himself with Ansem's keyblade in order to restore Kairi near the end of Kingdom Hearts. This made Naminé a very odd Nobody, born from Kairi's heart and Sora's body and soul" -Wikia
Naminé didn't know how she was born. She couldn't remember a family or a childhood. Just Sora and Kiari and Riku. They were her everything. She didn't know how she knew their names, or how she knew their lives. All she knew was their faces, and darkness. It was all darkness.
Until they came all she knew was darkness. Just black. That is why she didn't know they were coming. They were dressed in black. For a countless amount of days she lay in the darkness awaiting meaning until a name that was raw and harsh to her virgin ears was called out. "Naminé" It had said.
That name had caused a reaction within herself. She realized that it belonged to her. It was hers. They led her through the darkness. She was grateful for them, they had taken her away from nothing and into bright light. She couldn't talk. She knew how, but it was all new to her. She wanted to meet Sora and Kairi and Riku so they could help her. She wanted them.
They told her she would see Sora. They brought her to the organization. They brought her to her home. They brought her to hell.
She hated Marluixa the worst. He looked after her. He made her life miserable. She ordered her to hurt Sora. But he convinced her that this was the best, and Kiari was just trying to keep Sora all to herself. How greedy was Kiari. How selfish. She got Sora all to herself without thinking. Kiari was the enemy.
Marluxa would hurt her. If she showed defiance he would hit her or kick her. She was left with small bruises. They reminded her of her art. One other thing that had meaning: Sora, and Art. Art meant Sora and Sora was a work of her art.
Naminé always sat in her room. She liked how it was hers. She could decorate it with sora. Was this an obsession? She didn't like what she was ordered to do, or did she.
She met other members, like Axel and Zexion and Larexene. Zexion was nice, he let her read. Reading was something she was proud of, how she could string words together. Axel always asked her is she had things memorized. He made her laugh. Larene always teased her and made her cry. Naminé hated crying, it made her face red and nose runny, then marluxia would hit her for slacking. They called her a witch because of what she could do. She guessed she was a witch, once who was all undesirable with pimples and green skin. She never had a mirror to look in to see herself.
This is how it went draw, tease, read, cry, hit. That is all life was, all life could be. Until she met Roxas.
Thanks for your support. This is my first KH story, so please be nice. I love Naminé! Please review. Chapter 1 will be up soon.