.:Lithium Flowers:.
By: Nietono-no-Shana
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Kingdom Hearts, or any other branded items.
Chapter One: The Girl Who Acts Like She's Five
Roxas hated hospitals. He hated the smell of disinfectant wipes in every corner. Not to mention the depressing fluorescent lights above. If there was one thing he knew for sure, he wouldn't go to medical school.
Now, as he and his mother were driving towards the gloomy public hospital, he slumped further and further into his seat.
His mother, Chigusa, noticed her son's behavior and questioned it as soon as she stopped for the next red light. Putting her foot on the brake, she turned to look at her bored son.
"Oh cheer up, Roku," his mother encouraged. (He hated how she still called him "Roku", since that was such a babyish name!) "Your brother Cloud did this, too,"
"But Cloud's different than me," he snapped, avoiding his mother's gaze. Instead, he rolled down the window and looked outside. "And besides, I would've done the community service with Hayner."
"And when exactly would you be doing this 'community service' with Hayner?"
Roxas thought about this before answering. "Eh, maybe senior year."
"Senior year is too late, Roku. You don't want colleges to think you're a procrastinator, right? Besides, it'll make your college application look better if you start volunteering earlier."
Other than hospitals, Roxas also hated his mother for being so persistent. Unlike Hayner's mom, who was laid back, his mother was a complete control freak. Then again, it wasn't her fault since she had to deal with mentally challenged kids everyday. And also had a son who got accepted to Harvard University. It doesn't take a genius to know that his mother would want the same kind of excellence from the next son. But as for the other son's progress…
Well, he was working on it.
Roxas shuddered as the car came to an abrupt stop; his mother had bumped the sidewalk's curb by accident. Rolling the window back up, he opened the car's door and stepped out to face the smeared walls of the hospital. He trailed behind his mother as the automatic doors swished open to reveal the depressing lobby, which, of course, smelt like disinfectant; his most despised fragrance.
"Ah, Chigusa! It's great to see you're back!"
"Yes," his mother said, giving a polite nod. "I'm here to pick up our patient?"
"Please, go ahead," The woman who was at the desk leaned over to get a look at her son. "And who might I ask is this?" she asked, staring at Roxas.
"This is my son, Roxas."
"Time sure does fly! If I didn't know better, I'd say he was Cloud!"
His mother, being reminded of her perfect older son, laughed out of courtesy. In this quiet hamlet of Twilight Town, she was proud to have the most successful young man around.
Inside his head, Roxas felt like flipping the woman off, but decided to cast the thought aside. He hated it when his mother didn't interject to say that Roxas was another person. She always went along with compliments that reminded her of Cloud. Heck, if he were his mom, he'd probably do the same. But, since he wasn't, he had the right to be mad.
As his mother and the secretary started to get off topic, Roxas decided to wander off and roam around the lobby. There wasn't anything better to do, anyway.
Everything looked as it should: serious adults seated on the stained couches reading magazines; little kids playing with germinated toys in the playpen; the outcries of babies; and of course, the old geezers rocking back and forth in chairs.
Just when he was about to pick up the latest copy of Sports Illustrated, his mother called for him in her paranoid voice. She always freaked out whenever Roxas trailed off somewhere that wasn't in her range of sight. When he was three, it didn't really matter, but now that he was fifteen (going on sixteen) it was just plain embarrassing.
"I'm here, mom," Roxas called out in a loud voice.
His mother instantly turned towards answer and loosened her stiffened shoulders. She let out a deep sigh of relief as Roxas tossed the magazine back onto the table and walked back to her.
"Where were you?" she asked.
Roxas nodded behind him, where all the other patients were sitting.
"Don't do that again," she sighed, making sure that the secretary knew that she was trying to control her child.
But deep down, she knew Roxas would do it again.
"Your patient is waiting for you on floor 3," the secretary said, pointing over towards the elevator. She looked at Roxas again and gave him one of those fake smiles only adults could make. "Volunteering will be fun, huh?"
"Sure," he said through a forced smile.
His mother interrupted this small question with a distracting laugh and pushed her son gently towards the elevators. After saying a short good-bye she pressed the elevator's button and waited for it to come down.
"Roku, why can't you be more polite?" she asked as they waited in silence.
"What do you mean? I smiled like I'm told."
His mother merely blinked at him with surprise.
"Smiling comes naturally, honey. Don't force a smile if you don't want to."
If that were the case, then he'd be giving cold glares and sarcastic looks to just about anyone.
The elevator made a beeping noise, and after waiting three minutes for a wheel-chaired senior to get out, both him and his mother got on.
Roxas could've sworn that the senior had passed gas in the elevator, because he couldn't help but gag and cover his nose with his vest's collar. His mother, completely disappointed in her son's behavior, shook her head in dismay. She was probably thinking what Cloud would've done in this situation. And the answer was simple: he would've done nothing. He would've just endured it, like everything else he did.
Once the elevator made the same beeping noise, Roxas dashed out of the elevator and took a huge gasp of air, even though he was inhaling that awful disinfectant smell. After he recovered from that horrible smell, he followed his mother across the narrow hallway, taking notice of a blind woman feeling around the tiles with her cane.
Again, there was another hallway and another secretary that Chigusa knew.
"Oh, she's just around the corner," the woman said, pointing his mother towards a secluded door. "She's been such an angel lately."
"That's wonderful news," his mother exclaimed. "I'm glad to see that she's making progress."
Wondering what his mother was saying, he followed her as she opened the narrow white door. And inside this small, claustrophobic room was a girl sitting atop a stretcher.
Her back was arched forward, furiously scribbling lines onto a pad of paper. Engrossed in her writing, a piece of her bright blonde hair fell to one side of her shoulder. Across from where she was sitting was a small TV, which was currently on the game-show channel. It was turned to a low volume, so he didn't realize that Wheel of Munny was on until he and his mother stepped inside.
"Hello Namine," his mother said to the girl. She slowly walked over to the girl's beside and sat beside her. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
There was no reply from the girl, and her blue eyes continued to stare down at her piece of paper. It was like she didn't even notice that Chigusa was there.
Estranged by this matter, Roxas decided to stand next to the small TV, watching one of the challengers hit a BANKRUPT section of the wheel.
"Roxas," his mother called. "Why don't you say 'hi' to Namine?"
Roxas turned his attention to the scrawny girl beside his mother. He blinked down at her twice, expecting her to look up at him.
…But she kept on drawing.
"Roxas," his mother repeated, though in a more harsh tone, "I said why don't you say 'hi' to Namine?"
"Hi," he said plainly.
He was expecting her to look up, or perhaps even a nod to acknowledge that he was there.
But she didn't do anything.
Nothing.
"I bet Namine's just being shy," the doctor, (who had miraculously appeared in the doorway), said. "She's always like this whenever a stranger comes into her room."
Sorry if I'm intruding on your 'space', Roxas thought to himself, turning to look back at the game show. Though, it wasn't much of a 'space'…
"Roku," his mother called. Her alert senses had already observed her son's straying attention. "Why don't you say 'hello' to our doctor?"
"Oh, hello," he said, though he didn't bother to make eye contact with him.
His mother pursed her lips out of annoyance. She would have to talk with her son once the doctor left.
"Well, I think we're all settled with taking her out," the doctor said as he glanced down at his clipboard. "All the medications and supplies are waiting for you outside the office."
"That's wonderful!" his mother exclaimed. She looked back down at Namine, who still hadn't taken any interest in the conversation. "Aren't you happy, Namine?"
Again, there was no reply.
"Just be sure to check out with our secretary," Miwasaki said as he turned to leave.
Once he left, the room had turned silent again, and the TV was the only thing making noise.
"So what's wrong with her?" Roxas asked bluntly.
"Roku, don't be so mean," she scolded. "You should be thankful you don't have problems." His mother turned to look back down at what Namine was drawing.
"Namine has a mental illness," Chigusa explained. "She can't communicate her emotions very well and occasionally throws sudden outbursts."
Roxas gave another glance at the frail girl. He found it hard to believe that such a quiet girl had the ability to throw stuff around.
"I thought it would be a good idea that you helped take care of her," his mother said. "It's considered community service, right, Namine?" She put an arm around Namine.
As a response, she let her pencil drop from her hands and shriveled up by pulling her shoulders closer to her body.
It seemed somebody didn't liked to be touched.
Chigusa instantly let go of her grip, since she didn't want Namine to feel in danger. "Perhaps she's just cranky," his mother mused.
…Or maybe she knew that she was being taken away from this place she knew so well.
"I'll go get the medications," his mother said as she stood up from the girl's bedside. "Just wait here until I get back. It'll only be a few seconds."
Once his mother left, the room fell silent again. The only sound was the TV's applause from the audience.
"Man, what a hell of a time I'm gonna have," he said sarcastically.
Namine, who had resumed drawing, stopped again and stiffened at Roxas's words.
"Bad words. Those bad words. Nami doesn't like bad words. No, no, bad words bad."
"What the hell?" Roxas said, turning to look at her.
"No, no, bad words, bad words! Nami doesn't like bad words. Bad words bad, bad words bad."
She started rocking back and forth on her bed, whispering and repeating incomprehensible words. Her voice was so soft, and was barely audible.
"Bad, bad, bad. Bad words. No, bad words, no. Bad, bad, words bad, words, words, bad…"
"What's your problem?" Roxas asked. He was disgusted by how this girl was acting. "You're acting like a freaking baby."
As soon as Roxas fired another curse from his mouth, Namine started to vigorously shake her head back and forth. The sight was awkward, since she was both shaking her head and rocking up and down.
"Problem, problem. Whose problem? Not my problem. What problem is? Problem, problem. Baby, freaking. Freaking baby. No, no, bad words, no. Bad words. Bad, bad words. Nami doesn't like bad words, no, no."
This girl is nuts, he thought to himself. This mental girl was regurgitating what he was saying, only in ungrammatical sentences.
While Namine was chanting away the sentences Roxas had given her, Chigusa stepped into the room with a small tote bag. It was full of capsules and small boxes. This girl sure took a lot of meds.
"What's going on here?" his mother asked, rushing over to Namine's side.
"Bad, bad, words. Freaking baby. Problem? Whose problem? Not problem my." Namine rocked back and forth, tucking her knees to her chest. She stared down at her pale knees while she babbled more nonsense.
His mother, clearly getting the message, glared at her son.
"What exactly did you say while I was gone?" she asked in a sharp voice.
"I just said she was acting weird."
"Weird, weird. Who's weird? Not weird I. Weird, no." Namine butted in. She seemed to like tattling on Roxas.
"Did you say 'freaking'?" Chigusa asked. Her eyes pierced through Roxas's, and he could tell she already knew the answer.
"Well, yeah." He replied causally with a shrug. "I mean, she's mental for crying out loud."
Chigusa, completely disappointed in her son's behavior, shook her head and put a hand to her forehead.
"Roku, if you're going to learn how to be a decent, humble, young man, you could at least have empathy to those that are specially challenged."
Roxas was clearly pissed off with his mother's constant criticism. His voice rose as he said, "Mom, why do you keep calling them 'challenged'?! They're retarded! Can't you see that!?"
Namine let out a loud shriek and cupped her ears with her hands. She lowered her head down to her chest so that she was in a fetal position.
"Loud noise! Loud noise! No loud noise! Challenge, challenge, stop challenge, stop challenge!"
"Namine, please calm down, honey!" Chigusa quickly hurried to her side and put a warm hand to her shoulder.
Suddenly, her loud shrieking subsided and it was completely silent again, and the TV was only thing heard.
"Namine doesn't like arguments," his mother said. "So unless you want more of her screaming, then I suggest you change your attitude."
Roxas turned around and rolled his eyes.
"Now, let's get going, Namine," Chigusa said as she helped Namine up from her bed. "We've got everything that'll make you perfectly comfortable at our home."
"'Our home'?" Roxas repeated. He whipped around to face his mother with widened eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you mean 'our home'!?"
Chigusa blinked.
"Namine is staying with us," she said plainly.
He took a step back and almost bumped into a bookshelf.
"She's living with us?!"
"Just for a week," his mother said with a smile. "I think it's about time she experiences the real world."
"A mental girl like her?"
Chigusa frowned at her son's remark.
"Roku, Namine is a human being, just like you and me. There's no need to call her something derogatory like that."
Namine squirmed as she tried to wriggle her hand out of Chigusa's grip.
Someone was getting antsy.
Chigusa quickly glanced down at Namine, whose head was lowered to the ground as she continued to twist her hand around and around.
"Namine wants to go," she said. "Roku, can you take the tote bag? I need to get her to the car."
As his mother left her son with the dirty work, Namine realized that she was leaving her secluded room. Which, of course, was the only place she knew. She turned to take one last look at her secluded home, which was squeezed in between two larger patient rooms. Her room was so cramped that it was easy to miss. In a way, her room resembled her: small, frail, secluded, and hidden off from civilization. But now, she was being taken away. She was leaving the place she knew so well; the place she had lived for ten years of her life.
Namine clutched her sketchbook close to her chest as a complete stranger dragged her away from her home.
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"But I thought we were going home," Roxas moaned as he slammed the backseat door. His mother had forced him to sit in the back with Namine, since she didn't want the girl to feel lonely.
Not like she already was.
Roxas could clearly tell that the girl was terrified, if not horrorstruck. He would be, too, if he was being taken away from the only place he knew.
The only thing that was restricting her banshee howls was her sketchbook, which she'd already opened and had resumed drawing.
Chigusa started the engine, making the car come to life. Namine flinched, and tightly gripped her yellow pencil.
"Is she alright?" she asked as she drove out of the hospital's parking lot.
Roxas, barely even acknowledging his mother, replied, "Yeah, I guess so."
His mother sighed, disappointed.
"Roku, can you please act a little more positive? Namine can feel the emotions in the air, and what you're telling her right now is that you're mad."
"Well, I hope she keeps on thinking that," he said, putting his head back on the headrest. "Because I never asked to do this."
"But seriously, honey. That friend of yours would never do community service," his mother mentioned as she took a left turn.
Roxas frowned by this way his mother referred to his friend.
"It's Hayner," he spat.
"Right."
Another thing that ticked him off was the way his mother hated his circle of friends – particularly his best friend, Hayner. He was the exact opposite of what his mother liked; headstrong, persistent, outspoken, and rude. Whenever Roxas ever mentioned Hayner, he'd always see his mother stiffen or give that "I-don't-like-where-this-is-going" type of look. She's stand idly by while he spoke, but would always add in, "Why don't you hang out with Sora? You two used to be best friends in second-grade."
Sora was another story. Sure, they'd been friends in second-grade. But then after eighth-grade, it had all gone downhill. And the worst thing was that Sora was his neighbor. And that meant that they had to see each other every morning.
And that was why Roxas never updated his mother about his life.
She'd only criticize it, anyway.
"Oh, I heard from Sora's mom that Sora is hosting an end-of-the-school-year party," his mother mentioned in a cheerful voice. Roxas already knew that she was trying to persuade him to go.
"Not interested," he said flatly. He already knew what his mother did; once he mentioned Hayner, she'd quickly try to change the subject to Sora, who – in her opinion – was a much more "civilized" boy.
"That's too bad," his mother said with a sigh.
Roxas wasn't about to fall for another one of his mother's traps. They were way too obvious.
As Roxas looked out the window, he saw that they were pulling into another parking lot, and not their house's driveway.
"Wait, where are we?" he asked, looking over at his mother.
His mother was already unbuckling herself as she said, "Oh, we're just getting a few groceries at Safeway."
"What for?" he asked, unbuckling as well.
Namine was happily sketching along, not even aware that the two were getting out.
"I want Namine to feel welcome at our house," Chigusa explained. "And that's why I thought preparing a nice meal would help her."
"But we can just make instant noodles," he groaned as he opened his car door.
"Namine has very strict tastes," his mother said as she hopped out. "And besides, ramen is unhealthy." She glanced down at the glass window behind her driver's seat, finding Namine still buckled in. "Oh, Roxas, you didn't tell Namine that we're getting out?"
"It's not like she's gonna go anywhere," he replied with a shrug.
Chigusa put her hands on her hips and shook her head, disappointed.
"Namine is a patient, Roku. We never leave her unattended. What if she choked herself with the seatbelt?"
"She wouldn't; she's too stupid," Roxas said, withholding a snicker.
His mother scowled and pursed her lips.
"Well, I'll just meet you inside," she said, clearly annoyed with her son. "And you get the cart, too. I'll be in the vegetable section." And with that, she whirled around and briskly walked towards the Safeway.
Roxas made a face behind his mother's back and looked back down at Namine, who was still drawing.
"It's not like anybody would care if she died," he mumbled as he opened her door.
For once, Namine responded to this action by looking up at him. After all, he was the one who made the noise.
Her eyes were incredibly blue. In fact, they were so pigmented, that they made her pale skin look like a ghost's.
"Man, she need to get out more," he said.
She didn't respond and instead just sat there, looking up at him.
"Well? Aren't you gonna get out?"
Again, there was no response.
"Please tell me you're not as useless as you look."
She gave him a blank look. If it weren't for her shaking hand, she'd look just like a statue.
"Oh, my God," he sighed as he ducked inside the car. He reached over her and pressed the button that released the belt's buckle. "You can't do anything, can you?"
She remained stiff until he leaned away, her eyes glued to him.
"Well, get out already."
Slowly, she swiveled to the side and hopped out, her light blue sandals scrunching against the gravel.
Roxas slammed the door shut and locked the car with the extra set of keys his mother gave him.
"Let's get this over with," he sighed as he walked over towards the Safeway.
Namine, however, didn't move an inch.
"Come on," he called as he continued to walk.
Again, she didn't move, and instead squinted up at the summer sky. She looked like a lost soul, as did every other patient at a hospital.
Since she wasn't budging, Roxas dragged a cart that had been left behind by someone ("the lazy bastards", as Hayner put it) and pushed it back over towards her.
The loud noise of wheels being pushed across the gravel made her jump and look at Roxas again.
"Push it," he instructed, letting the cart go.
The cart sailed over to her, and hit her right in the stomach. She stumbled a bit, and stared down at the thing that had just hit her.
Roxas was surprised she hadn't started crying, like a baby would.
"God, what a pain you are," he complained as he spun the cart around to face him. "You push it. Like this." He stretched his arms forward, making the metal cart screech forward.
Namine blinked at the cart as it moved straight.
"Ugh, forget it," he sighed. His patience had grown short, and had reached its limit. "I'll just push the freaking thing."
"Freaking cart. Cart freaking." She noted.
"You really like bad words, huh?" he asked as he pushed the cart forward.
Namine slowly trailed behind him like a lost puppy.
"It forget. Cart, cart, freaking cart. No, no, bad words, bad. Bad! Bad words."
A few people turned their attention to them as they entered the supermarket. It was hard to miss: an annoyed boy and a girl that babbled nonsense. It was too strange to not pay attention to.
Roxas was embarrassed by all the stares they were getting, and quickly tried to hush her down.
"Can you be a little less quiet?" he said through gritted teeth.
"Quiet, quiet. Less, little. Cart freaking. Freaking cart!"
An elderly woman dropped the tomato she had in her hand as Namine hollered alongside Roxas.
"Shhh!" he hissed. He stood on his toes and looked around the produce section for his mother. He wanted to dump this nutjob off with her.
A bump was heard from behind him and he turned around to see Namine picking through a bunch of cantaloupes. Each time she picked one up and felt its rough texture, she threw it down on the ground once she was finished.
One of the Safeway workers was giving her a disapproving look, and scowled at her as he passed by with a box of fresh peaches.
"Namine, stop it!" Roxas desperately hissed, swiping the cantaloupe out of her hand. "Just stand still, would you?!"
"Still, stand. Would you!?" she repeated in her choppy sentences.
"Ugh," he groaned as he bent down to gather up all the cantaloupes she'd dropped. "Where is she?"
"Roxas?"
Roxas looked up to see a girl with dark red hair staring back down at him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
His cheeks immediately flushed and he quickly stood up.
"K-Kairi!" he stammered as he avoided her gaze. "I was just, uh…"
The girl leaned to the side to find Namine right behind him, taking yet another cantaloupe into her hand.
"And who's that?" she asked.
"Oh, her?" he said with a nervous laugh. "Oh, she's just my cousin."
"Really? She seems to like cantaloupes," she said with a laugh.
Roxas smiled and laughed along, too.
"Y-Yeah, she does."
"Roku!"
'Crap,' Roxas thought as he saw his mother bounding over with plastic bags. They were full of all sorts of vegetables. That was his mother; always buying more than what was needed.
Kairi looked behind her shoulder to see Chigusa running over and stopping short once she saw who Roxas was talking to.
"Oh my," she said, her eyes blinking with surprise. "I'm sorry if I interrupted your conversation."
"No, you didn't," Kairi said politely. "I just saw Roxas, so-!"
"She's a classmate," Roxas quickly interrupted. He didn't want his mother jumping to conclusions. Besides, he knew what his mother would say if he let Kairi talk. "We were in the same English class in ninth-grade."
"Oh, how nice," his mother commented.
"Um, I better get going," Kairi said, her eyes moving to her left. Whenever there were parents around, it was bound to get uncomfortable. "See you around, Roxas." She gave him a smile and then walked away.
As he watched her go, he didn't notice Namine dropping another cantaloupe, which brought him back to his senses.
"Nice girl, isn't she?" Chigusa cooed as she watched the redhead girl walk off.
"M-Mom!" Roxas hissed as he turned pink. "She's just a friend!"
"Alright, alright," his mother said, realizing that she was causing him grief. "But she's a real cutie."
"Cutie, cutie," Namine repeated as she turned her attention over to the oranges on display. It appeared that she'd grown tired of cantaloupes.
"Namine, don't touch those," Chigusa said as she grabbed Namine's hand just in time. "If you don't want it, then you don't touch it, honey."
"Don't want, don't want honey."
Chigusa sighed. Namine would need full attention if they were going to get the groceries. And thankfully, she had a sane person standing right beside her.
"Roku, honey, could you get some yogurt for Namine? I need to get the hamburger meat for the butcher, so…"
"Sure," Roxas said. Besides, what else was he supposed to say?
"Great," his mother said, relieved. "I think she likes Nestle brand, but she'll tell you."
"What?"
"Follow Roku, honey," Chigusa said, gently leading Namine over to her son. "Tell him what kind of yogurt you like."
Namine, who decided to be quiet, didn't say anything and instead lowered her head to look at the white tiled floor.
"But I that you were gonna-!"
"Having me taking care of her wouldn't be community service, would it?" his mother asked as she took the cart. "You just got to pay attention to her and everything will work out fine."
'But it's like taking care of a grown baby,' Roxas thought as his mother pushed the cart away.
Namine was already starting to go back to the stack of oranges, but Roxas quickly caught her just in time and instructed her to follow him to the dairy section.
Trying to get to the dairy products took ages, since many things, such as the collection of kiddy balloons, the pretty display of flowers, the magazine aisle, and the sticker display, easily distracted Namine.
And as a reward for leading her to the dairy section safely, Roxas was presented with the ever-so welcoming cold air of the refrigerated goods. Clearly, he didn't like this reward. As soon as he stepped foot in the aisle, he'd tried to pull down his jacket's sleeves as far as they could. He made a mental note to bring an actual jacket whenever he went to Safeway again.
The cold temperature must've affected Namine, too, since her shoulders were already shaking.
"Okay," Roxas said, already wishing that he were somewhere warmer. "So which one is it?" He pointed at the different brands and flavors of yogurts.
Namine stood beside him with her usual blank expression.
She scanned all the brands and flavors once, twice, and then thrice.
…But nothing seemed to dawn upon her.
"And my mother actually thinks you have a brain," he sighed with a roll of his eyes. He jammed his hands in his jacket's pockets and waited.
After two minutes of standing in the freezing dairy section, Namine finally picked up a random brand (that wasn't Nestle) of strawberry-flavored yogurt.
Roxas looked at the label.
"Dannon's? You eat that kind of crap?"
Namine put the yogurt cup and then picked up a different one, holding it for Roxas to look at the label again.
"Chocobo Kids? Are you serious?"
Again, Namine put it down and picked up a different one.
"Dole? I thought they made juices."
The only brand left was the one his mother predicted she liked.
"Nestle? That's more like it."
Namine smiled and nodded.
Roxas didn't know why, but he smiled back.
Her smile seemed like it needed another one in return. Without another, it just seemed…wasteful.
"Roku!"
He didn't know how his mother always knew where he was. He hoped that she hadn't clipped a GPS device onto him.
"Did you get it?"
"Yeah."
Namine was still smiling and turned around to face Chigusa as she held the yogurt cup out to her.
"Oh, thank you, Namine," she said sweetly as she took the cup from her. "Do you want just one?"
"Eat that kind crap!" she answered cheerfully.
Roxas shuddered as he realized that Namine had repeated what he'd said to her earlier.
His mother's smile faded, and was lost for words when she heard Namine's answer.
"W-What was that Namine?"
"Crap, crap!" she cheered happily.
"Roxas," his mother said, finally calling him by his proper name. "What did you say in front of Namine?"
…And it was then that Roxas wondered why he'd even smiled back.
Well, that's the first chapter. I wanted to write a story that related to people that have limications in their lives - being mentally challenged is only one of them. Every time I see a person making fun of someone with special needs, I just have this feeling where I want to go over and tell them off. So hopefully I'll be able to get my feelings across with the help of Namine and Roxas.
Please review! I love to get comments and (especially) critiques!
-Shana-san