So . . . I can't get this idea out of my head. It's been bothering me for weeks and after writing a few scenes I just have to see what others think of it. I've been wanting to do a story that focuses on Roxas/Namine. Hope I don't disappoint!

Disclaimer: Don't own KH . . . been that way for a while. Don't rub it in, please.

Warnings: This story will get more graphic, mainly when it comes to violence. The rating may change, but it's going to take some time before we get to that part. No need to worry yet!

"He knows me; he knows exactly how to talk to me, how to kiss me, and how to... how to hurt me. I can't fight it anymore, and I don't want to. I swore I would protect him. That promise won't change... even if it kills me." ~Namine

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What You Do in the Dark

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~Prologue~

I remember that dreadful day when all hope seemed lost. The sky wanted to cave in on itself; Thunder gave way to lightning and then it happened in reverse. There were never-ending cycles of rain, the sky was wailing. My emotions defined me, they ruled me through fear and loneliness . . . that was all that mattered.

But he knew what to say. He always did.

"What do you want for your birthday, Nami?" he asked. His voice was soothing and calm, even by twelve-year-old standards. The storm didn't bother him. But even if it did, he wouldn't show it.

All I could think was, my birthday already passed. I frowned. "I . . . I don't know. It's too far away," I replied with a shudder as another blast of thunder had me rocking on my heels.

Immediately his hands intertwined around me and he rubbed my back, making circular motions with his fingers. "Just think of something happy. I don't want you to cry."

There was nothing that I wanted more than to find that one happy memory and push the fear away. The rain was attacking the windows mercilessly, their icy fingers clawing at the glass. My mind brought in the nightmares. I was imagining the lightning striking the roof repeatedly. In my mind's eye I saw the raindrops drown me, hitting my skin with enough force to make me bleed. The thunder was laughter, and my screams were merely a shadow compared to the sound that sent chills down my spine.

What came after the horrid images is no surprise. I would break down, break down in front of the boy I had sworn to protect before I could even walk. A boy who still had the heart to try the impossible. Why would he try to comfort me? Why save me when he still didn't know how to smile (how to feel)?

The tears came then, the first sign that I had lost. "Roxas, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." I couldn't stop saying it. Those words would have to make up for my cowardly thoughts, shaking chest, and heavy sobs.

The tears he didn't want to see, the action he hated the most, didn't stop him from wiping away the moisture from my face. Deep down I knew he wouldn't leave, wouldn't let me succumb to the storm alone. I could feel the tension in his arms and skinny frame. Soon he was shaking, but not from fear. Never fear.

My second thunder storm. The experience was as painful as the last, with one exception. Roxas changed that day. Neither of us saw it coming, and neither of us knew how to handle it as we got older. It's hard to pinpoint certain mistakes, how certain emotions can build up and grow because of one event.

It's different for everyone and requires a lot of strength to find those flaws. Looking back has never done me much good, but it's all I have left. Right now the past is my trump card, my safety net. I may be desperate, and I know I'm still weak, but I can't deny what's been in my heart all this time.

The day of the second storm is how this all started. It's the day I made the biggest mistake of my life; The day I fell in love with Roxas was the first step towards the confession that would destroy us both.