Author's Note: Hello~ I hope you review after reading? So I'll know if I should scrap this or not.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, the characters within the series, and the places.
prologue.
"But you have to!" wailed the auburn haired girl. "If you won't, I'll simply die, Naminé! Die!"
"Why is it that you're always on the brink of utter death?" the girl addressed as Naminé teased, throwing one of the pillows on the bed both girls sat on.
"Because my parents won't let me go unless you come along," the other girl replied, catching the white pillow in her arms.
Naminé rolled her eyes. "Kairi, you know it's not really my thing…"
"Yeah, but you're doing this for me! You're supposed to be my best friend." Kairi flopped back down on the mattress, hugging the pillow tightly. "It's just one night. Just one date! No harm in that, right?"
"But…" I'm afraid of guys. The words were stuck in the flaxen haired girl's throat. If anything, for some unexplained reason, Naminé was afraid of the opposite sex. "I don't like being the third wheel," she finished lamely.
Kairi sat back up, looking at Naminé closely. She knew her best friend disliked being around guys, but it couldn't be that bad, could it? Her question was answered by the faint rosy tint on the fair girl's cheeks. "Oh, Nams," Kairi sighed. "I promise it won't be so bad!" She clasped her hands together. "Please?"
Naminé hated it when Kairi whined. First of all, it broke her heart, and made her feel all weird knowing in some way it was her fault. Secondly, Kairi was known to throw the worst tantrums, hurling anything and everything across the space, and they were both hanging out in Naminé's room. Naminé was a neat freak, and it showed: within the white walls and matching white furniture and upholsters of her room, everything was in its designated place, neat enough so she had space to traverse the small room (and also because she did not like cleaning up). No, she did not want Kairi to mess anything in her territory.
"Okay, okay," Naminé sighed in defeat. "What are the details again?"
Immediately, Kairi smiled. "His name is Axel, and we're going to some hotel launching; isn't that fancy?" Even Naminé was impressed: rarely did Twilight Town have any new buildings or commercial spots, and when it ever did it was big event. "Oh, and he's bringing a chauffeur along too," Kairi added casually.
I hope she –or he – is nice, Naminé prayed. "What time again?"
"Eight in my house," Kairi replied, tossing back the pillow to Naminé. "He's –I mean they're – picking us up at my place. Oh and dress nicely, I heard it's going to be quite an evening." The auburn haired girl winked.
Naminé looked up at the clock: 7PM, it read. "Well, I better get started then, and so should you, Little Miss Dying," the girl teased. "Out, out!" Naminé shooed Kairi out the door, amethyst eyes gleaming. To be honest, she was starting to feel excited herself. A hotel launch! She loved the fancy stuff.
Naminé's family was well off, and it poured out of her: the dignified way she presents herself down to the food she ate. Unfortunately, this earned her the snobby brand, if only faintly. I'm not a snob, she would reason to herself. I'm just afraid… of a lot of things, really.
"I hope this goes fine," she murmured to herself, throwing her wardrobe doors open and scanning the contents. Especially because there's another chauffer, and I'm awfully sure it won't be a girl.
"You are soo slow, Kairi," Naminé had been seated down on Kairi's bed for almost ten minutes, watching her best friend slip into a fire engine red dress. "You're lucky what's-his-name is late."
The bodice hung snugly on the wearer's hourglass figure, and the glittery bubble skirt puffed up until a few inches above the knees of the girl. "I knew that," Kairi huffed, twirling around. "I just wanted you to be early." She pulled on a pair of black pumps then secured a string of pearls around her neck, then began applying mascara and lip gloss.
Naminé rolled her eyes. "And you'd look like a Christmas tree if you had more time to spare," she replied. "You're gorgeous enough as it is!"
"You…!" Kairi giggled, swatting the girl on the arm. She knew Naminé was referring to make up, as the flaxen haired girl disliked them. "Well, thanks. And you're just as pretty, dear."
Naminé smiled shyly. Part of her consciousness was to her appearance. In some ways she was vain; for instance, she would dress a little more when she had an outing by accessorizing or wearing something a bit pricey. A solid example would be that night: she donned a white strapless cocktail dress. The tight bodice lightly decorated with a minimal amount of rhinestones matched the loosely pleated skirt that gathered at the hips, falling mid-thigh.
To tone down the somewhat formal look, Naminé wore a white choker and cobalt blue flats.
Just then, the door creaked open. A young woman slightly older than the two girls popped her head in. "Ma'am Kairi, ma'am Naminé," she spoke softly. "Sir Axel is here."
"Thank you, Belle," Kairi replied with a smile and a nod. Unlike Naminé, Kairi was filthy rich, hence the house help. Of course her wealth was downplayed by the appearance of her modest sized house, although it resided in one of the upper class subdivisions, and her matching modest manners. "Please tell my parents I have gone."
And just like in most stories, Kairi's parents may have the wealth but they never had the time to be with their only daughter. They had strict rules and a hefty allowance left to her to make up for it.
Both girls hurried down the flight of stairs and went outside the house. A boy with fiery red hair met both of them by the sleek car which apparently he owned. "Hello there, ladies," he greeted smoothly. A smile curved on his lips. "The name's Axel."
Axel may be rich, but he didn't really look it: despite wearing a crisp dark red dress shirt under a black pinstripe jacket, with matching pinstriped dress pants, his shirt was left buttoned excluding the top three, revealing a necklace with what looked like a chakram, albeit gothic.
"This guy," he said dramatically, gesturing to the boy beside himself "is Roxas." It was too dark to see his face though, given that Axel literally stood under the light.
"Sorry we're late," he apologized. His green eyes seemed sincere, Naminé observed. "But we should get going. Let's leave the introductions in the car, okay?" All sightings of sincerity vanished and were replaced by playful mischievousness as he opened the front door for Kairi and Roxas the back for Naminé.
"Err… hello," Naminé said to the boy beside her. She could see parts of his shadow in the dark car: spiked hair, sort of toned body. "I'm Naminé."
The other boy looked at her; at least she thought he was. "I'm Roxas," he said. "Nice to meet you." He shook her hand. For a while, Naminé froze. Whether she was scared or electrified, she couldn't decide.
Well, I like his voice, she conceded to herself, a small and ridiculous smile growing upon her lips. At least I hope so! She also hoped he was smiling when he said that.
Author's Note: This is very loosely based on how my parents met. I know I sound needy, but please review, review, review!