AN: Maybe I've gone a little overboard with the fic-writing today. I've lost count how many I've actually posted on here. Never mind. I just have to do it when I have the time. This one's a bit different - it's Naminé/Replica Riku, prompt 4 - "dark". I started it ages ago, decided I didn't like it and just didn't do anything with it for ages. Well, I've re-written it now. Here goes.
There simply weren't words to describe the view from the top of the haunted mansion. Naminé's room overlooked the forest, and it was stunningly beautiful. Creepy, but captivating. In the distance, if you looked hard enough, was the beach, and the shining, shimmering sea. All Naminé could do was look, and wallow in the memories of Kairi, her somebody, who had spent many happy hours on a beach. Naminé longed for the freedom to do just that.
When a hooded figure entered the room, Naminé was standing by the window, watching the setting sun. She did this every night, watched the sky burn with a crimson fire that she could never capture on paper, despite all of her attempts. It was the most beautiful time of day, but also the saddest. As the light faded, the darkness could take over, just like it had swallowed so many worlds.
"Good evening, Naminé." The one voice in this building that didn't send a cold shiver down her spine.
"Good evening, Riku."
"Why do we pretend like this, Naminé? We both know that Riku is out there, free, while I am merely a copy."
It was true, of course, but Naminé saw no point in dwelling on that fact. She understood, as did Replica Riku, that such truths were painful to hear, even though Nobodies such as themselves were not supposed to be able to feel anything. Something must have gone wrong, though, when she and Replica Riku had been created, or the souls of their somebodies were particularly strong. They had emotions, which were, generally, painful.
A gloved hand rested on her shoulder as Riku joined her at the window. She could feel the chill of his skin even through the material. It didn't bother her, she was used to it by now. She didn't know whether he could see the sunset through the blindfold he always wore, but he came here at twilight each day, regardless.
He had memories of a childhood on Destiny Islands, of the two of them growing up together. They both knew the images were flase, planted by Naminé, but it was comforting nevertheless. It gave them hope, hope that they might, one day, escape from the darkness that held them both captive.
AN: What did you think? I won't know unless you review.