AN: Another story from Naminé's point of view. As ever, they're not my characters.

She's everything I wish I could be. Outgoing, confident, colourful. She might not have been the chosen Keyblade Master, but she was allowed to wield one, even for a short while. Me, all I'm allowed to do is create pictures that cause people to remember or forget. Yes, it's powerful, but sometimes I wish I had a more active role in this story we're playing out. That we were playing out, rather. It ended when Sora defeated the dark.

Now, we all live in relative peace that's only broken by the arguments that are regular as clockwork around this place. I know I'll never be like Kairi, so I content myself with the fact that she loves me, and that I can use her as a model for my art. I do love her, and I'd be lost without her.

Riku refers to me as the peacemaker, and I suppose it's true. I hate listening to people argue, even Kairi, because they act like someone totally different.

I try not to pay attention – I start sketching instead. I've managed to get some good pictures from sitting on the sidelines, watching – my favourite is Riku and Sora waving Keyblades around.

Kairi's coming to find me now – everyone must have calmed down. I show her my latest sketch – it's from when she knocked Sora to the floor and sat on his stomach. She laughs, though it probably wasn't funny at the time. I'm just finishing the colours – when I draw her, I always make sure her hair and eyes are exactly the right shade. She asked why, once, and it's because I just can't picture her any other way. She's the colour in my life.

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