In Each Other's Eyes
Multi-chaptered fic.

Author Notes:
Wow. Been a long time since I've posted anything. Yeah. I think I've, erm, become a better writer now so I can post something good. Lol Yeah. So here's a RokuNami, NamiRoku. I hope you like reading it. I've put my whole summer into this whole fic. Lol

I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank my online sister, Ame, for helping me with this. XD

Yeah.

Happy reading. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Word Count: 2,189, excluding "The First Day" lol

The First Day

"Roxas," her sweet voice rang in his ear. How sweeter can her voice get? Ah, yes. At this age, her voice is bound to become even sweeter. Day after day, her voice will bring even more chills down his spine. "I still don't get how you got n equals two in this problem. I got n equals four."

Roxas chuckled as he looked to Naminé. Her face showed traces of her confusion, her mouth pouted, her eyes squinted, and her eyebrows puckered to one jagged line.

Naminé was browsing through her equations, elbows laid on the table. She rubbed her pencil's eraser on her forehead, a habit of hers when she gets confused. At this, Roxas smiled. There was nothing that could upset him when he was looking—rather—staring at Naminé. Nothing, except the fact that she has never looked straight into his eyes. Never, for quite some time now. Not even once.

"Let me see," he said, taking Naminé's notebook. Naminé followed suit of her notebook, inching closer to Roxas.

Roxas' heart suddenly started racing, a bit uncomfortable—aside from surprised—of Naminé's sudden movement toward him. Their faces were not any closer than three inches— and he knew she only moved closer to watch where he's checking so she'd know immediately where her mistake is—but it still made the air in the room feel tighter than usual. He stared at her for a brief moment, breathless at her beauty—her long, smooth, golden blond hair fell silkily down one shoulder, her cheeks, rosy red—not blushing, of course—just warm… for some other reason, her eyes were unblemished and blue, reminding him of the sea—one of his favorite sights. He had the urge to just hug her, and make her his right then and there, but he knew he shouldn't. He shook his head lightly, returning to reality.

Roxas tried his best to concentrate on checking Naminé's equations. He didn't want the distraction know that she herself was the cause why his checking was taking long. He was just so aware of Naminé's presence close to him.

He forced himself to keep checking the notebook in front of him and not the goddess beside him.

But he couldn't. He was too distracted then by the warm breath he felt on his neck, the breathing he could hear in his ear. He then lost track of where he was checking, and sighed in his tenth defeat of checking one whole equation. He looked to Naminé, checking if she was getting bored. He moved only his eyes when he did. And then, he was wide-eyed.

She was looking at him, staring probably, affectionately. Roxas gulped.

Has she… started feeling the same?

Roxas smiled at the thought, also at the victory of finding Naminé's mistake. He found it immediately after resuming—well, not even resuming—simply looking back at Naminé's notebook. Boy, he sure was getting lucky today. He couldn't wait to start explaining; a bit excited. He was expecting they would have this eye to eye contact moment, like that of the heroes and heroines in anime and live action dramas. Ah, it had been long since he had dreamed of that.

As he turned to face Naminé, his smile turned down to a frown, disappointed. Naminé was not staring at him when he thought she was. Rather, she was staring out the window behind him. He stared at her, into her eyes that never met his gaze and saw the anticipation of someone's arrival in her eyes, the anticipation he mistook for affection. He sighed, shifting his gaze to the floor. He knew exactly whom she was waiting for.

Knowing he'd get into emo mode if he spoke now—which he didn't want to show Naminé, or anyone for that matter—he scribbled his explanations with his pencil on Naminé's notebook. He closed it, then began fixing his things on the table. This caught Naminé's attention.

"Ah, y-you're done? Uhm, what about my—" Roxas put his pointing finger on Naminé's lips, stopping her from talking. He wanted her to stop fretting as if she'd just committed the ultimate crime to him. He felt a bit of bliss, partly since it was the first time he's ever touched her lips, and partly because of her reaction—blinking, looking towards Roxas' finger—amused him. Naminé always did simple things that amuse him.

"Don't worry." His voice was soft, still on the brink of bursting to emo mode. His smile was gentle and warm, so as to calm Naminé down. He thought she might be thinking he was mad at her for wandering off to daydreamland. He would never get mad at her, though. Never mad, just…

Sad.

"I left some notes on the page you were answering." Roxas continued. "I suggest you look over them later." He smiled, retrieving his finger. Then he resumed to fixing his stuff, shoving them in his bag.

"Thank you." Naminé smiled at Roxas, probably looking at a random spot on his face, then fixed her gaze upon the glass window that overlooked the sidewalk which was wet from the still pouring rain.

Roxas looked to the window after a brief moment of pause. The sky was crying today, although it was summer. Multiple thoughts entered his mind much like how the rain was pouring outside. He thought about his brother: Sora, Naminé's sister: Kairi, Naminé and him, their childhood life altogether, their current life, and the coming island festival. The thoughts kept pouring, pouring… pouring. Feeling pain in his head—and his chest—from the sudden downpour in his own mind, he looked away from the window, shaking his head.

"They sure are taking longer than usual, " Naminé started, breaking the silence that had been amidst them for some few moments.

"Yeah." Roxas replied. He, too, was wondering about that just now. They must have been stuck in school after their clubs because of the rain. Unlike Roxas and Naminé, Sora and Kairi attended clubs which occurred every day after school. Roxas and Naminé had had clubs, too, when they were in elementary school, but they stopped in junior high. Naminé thought she might not be able to balance her studies with her club any more, so she figured that she would quit her club and stay at home studying. Not wanting to let Naminé walk home alone and be alone at home, Roxas committed to staying with her while Sora and Kairi were off to their clubs.

"Shall I go look for something for us to eat while waiting for them?" Roxas stood up as he asked, smiling to her. Naminé smiled back, her eyes closed yet still showed joy in them.

"That would be nice. Thank you, Roxas."

Roxas went out of Naminé's room and into the hall, facing Kairi's pink bedroom door. His cheeks tugged the corners of his mouth to each ear as Naminé's sweet words resonated in his mind. They seemed to caress his soul. He even felt like he was flying down the stairs. He supposed things could just go on like this forever—spending time together as friends. Perhaps he'll never have to speak his feelings. Perhaps these little moments they had together, just smiling at each other, would be enough for him. Perhaps… Perhaps.

In the kitchen, he searched the fridge and the cabinets for ingredients he could make use of. After some time looking, he decided he'd fix up two ham and cheese sandwiches, one for Naminé and one for himself. While preparing the sandwiches, he looked at the clock, situated on the left of the fridge.

Five hours and thirty four minutes past noon, he read. They should've been here by now.

He finished up preparing the sandwiches and fixed them neatly on a plate set on a tray. He poured orange juice on two glasses with a few ice cubes and placed them, too, on the tray. Finished preparing the food for his gentle princess, he placed the things he had used in the dishwasher and cleaned up any other mess he found. He didn't want to leave Naminé's kitchen all messy.

Indeed, he was currently at Naminé's—and Kairi's—house. Naminé has let Roxas prepare food for her since a few months ago. Of course there would be times—while they would be studying together—when their stomachs would grumble from hunger. At those times, Roxas would insist on preparing food for Naminé. Roxas thought it would be like returning the favor—that Naminé lets him stay at her house after school—if he cooked for her. But Naminé disagreed, Roxas couldn't understand why.

When Naminé wouldn't let him cook at her house, he decided he would prepare snacks before school so he could bring them later to Naminé's house. But he would prepare so many for Naminé, so many that it would attract lots of attention at school, that Naminé let him cook at their house instead. Roxas was saddened that Naminé was embarassed of him making snacks for her. But Naminé only didn't want to burden him further. The loads of snacks prepared neatly in a bunch of lunchboxes looked really heavy to her.

Roxas was about to rise up the stairs, the tray of food in his hands, when the doorbell rang. Thinking it might be Sora and Kairi waiting outside in the heavily pouring rain, he rushed to the door, setting the tray he held on a nearby table. He reached for the doorknob, only to be hit by the door on the foorhead which sent him crashing down the floor.

Sora and Kairi emerged from the door, collapsing onto the wooden floor. The floor flooded with rainwater that dripped from their clothes and the rainwater that barged in through the door. As if on cue, Naminé had appeared with towels in her hands. She quickly closed the door, then attended her friends' lying on the floor: two of which were gasping for breath and the other one just lying there unconsciously. He looked a bit goofy just lying there, though. She sighed, thinking they were quite hopeless without her.

"Thanks, Naminé." The chocolate-brown-haired male spoke as he sat up, and then grinned at her.

"You're welcome, Sora." Naminé smiled at him, a little blush creeping up her cheeks. Then she turned to the girl beside him. "Are you okay, Kairi?"

"Yeah," Kairi let out with a little huff, smiling at Naminé after.

"Darn, Kairi. If you weren't running so slowly, we would've arrived here less wet than we are." Sora teased after a while of drying himself up.

"Oh, really? Then I suppose we would have gotten here quicker if you hadn't eaten more hotdogs at the cafeteria? Huh? Huh?" Kairi replied, a bit of fake anger tainting her tone.

"Oh. Ah, well, you see, ahaha…"

Naminé laughed at the two as they started a little lover's quarrel, which Kairi seemed to be winning. As she continued watching the two, she noted the affection she saw in Sora's eyes. How affectionate they seemed when he said, "Aww, Kai, I was just kidding. I love you."

I love you.

She bit her lower lip, fighting back the tears.

Roxas regained consciousness, then, and sat up. He blinked his eyes, shaking his head a few times to focus. His unblurred vision came back to him, and he looked at his surroundings. To his right, Sora and Kairi seemed like they were done teasing each other. Sora lost to Kairi, he guessed, since Sora was apologizing. To his left, Naminé was sitting on the floor. She was watching Sora and Kairi with a smile on her face.

Roxas frowned. He saw the loneliness in her eyes that she tried to hide. It broke his heart to see her struggling to keep a smile on her face when she was obviously in pain. A thought earlier that day came to him then.

Why does she make an effort to make it seem like she's okay when she watches Sora have fun with Kairi, when clearly, she isn't?

His head started aching then. He wasn't sure if it was hurting for the shock of hitting his head on the door, or for the countless thoughts that kept streaming into his head again. He clutched his hair, groaning. His head kept throbbing, and the pain gradually got stronger, sharper. The throbbing eventually started to spread, bringing the pain with it. His groaning became more frequent and louder. He felt his chest getting tighter, and it was getting more difficult to breath. His vision started to blur, again. He blinked his eyes to try to stay focus, but could only do so once. When he did, he saw at a beautiful, golden blond haired maiden and two entities behind her. He stared at her eyes which seemed to be hazed with tears, overflowing with worry that replaced the loneliness. He tried to reach for her face, to brush the tears away, but he was powerless.

He heard one sweet voice call out his name, then everything was pitch black.

End notes:

Yup. That's it. Wow, freaky, huh? LOL. I hope you liked reading the first chapter of this most probably five-chapter fic.

Was that a cliffhanger? Not so much, right? No worries. I'll be updating within the next two weeks for sure. ;)

See ya in The Second Day!