Hey there! I'm usually working on other types of fics, but this idea came to me. I would have typed up on my other fics, but this idea could not be contained! That and I only have limited computer use at the moment. Mine is kinda jacked up, so I won't be updating soon, but I WILL eventually finish this with little to no procrastination.
This idea kinda sparked when I saw that lack of fluffy romance stories between Kairi and Namine. I want to rectify that situation so I will give the public this! But I have to warn you that Kai and Nam will be one of two central pairings. The other Pairing will be Yuffie and an OC male character I created. I'm usually for Kai and Yuffie, but I want to go off on a limb here and see how it works! Hopefully this story will be a one off, (god know how many stories I have to write sequels for eventually). This will mainly take place in the AU verse that I set up, that being Twilight Town. There will be other locations, but I will keep the story central to that town.
A warning though, this is not a typical high school romance story. You'll eventually see what twists I have! (I've already revealed a bit too much.) There will be plenty of drama and action! As well as fluff and romance. I just hope I can mold all these aspects together.
I've babbled long enough!
Disclaimer: This is the part where I'm forced to tell you I own nothing, but this story plot, and the OC characters... Se la vee...
On with the show!
Naminé was tossing and turning on her bed, a fitful sleep took hold of her. She shivered, pulled the blanket close, and tried to make sense of the dream she was having. She had no control over it. And she had become a particularly lucid sleeper.
The dream was not unpleasant however... just confusing in its message. If there even was a message to be gleaned from all the images she was seeing and the phantom emotions that followed. A closer look at these scenes almost made them seem... corporeal.
This confused unconscious blond even more as she shifted again. The images became less disorientating and she could finally observe events without them zooming by fast. She visibly relaxed in her slumber. Now she might be able to see what these scenes mean...
She was on a small island next to a larger one.
A red haired girl ran and laughed
"C'mon Slowpokes!"
Naminé felt herself grinning as she watched the two boys chase her.
She turned and her eyes bugged out.
On a bent palm sat a younger version of herself.
The young Naminé drew in her sketchbook,
giving no indication to anything else.
Naminé sat down next to her young doppelganger.
She looked over her shoulder, "What are you drawing?"
The young girl pointed to the three other children running around,
and returned to her sketchbook.
Naminé felt herself wondering who the other three were.
She looked to each of them,
the boy with spiky brown hair,
the boy with weird silver hair reaching down his neck,
and finally the grinning read headed girl.
They were all children,
Naminés' young self and the three others.
They were no older than eight or nine,
but the silver haired one was the eldest.
Naminé couldn't tell how, but she just knew.
She turned back to the young girl she sat beside,
"Who are they?"
Young Naminé pause in her drawing.
The older version tried again,
"They look familiar,
can you tell me about them?"
The girl looked up to the older version,
her eyes were sad.
"You don't remember?"
Naminé raised a brow,
"Remember?"
She glanced at the other three rolling around on the beach,
and shook her head, "They look so familiar,
but I can't tell why."
The young girl tore off her sketch,
handing it to her older self,
"Here. I hope this will help."
The older version took the gift,
slightly confused,
"Help? With what?"
"Look at it."
She did.
And it made her brow furrow,
the drawing had all four children in it,
they were sitting on the bent palms
looking on as the sun set over the sea.
She felt a flicker of recognition in the back of her head,
she knewthem!
She tried to think hard about who they were,
but nothing would come.
All she got were fluttering feelings.
Happiness.
Serenity.
And a deep sadness paired with longing.
But she could not place these feeling with any event.
She turned to her young self,
"I- I'm getting some weird feelings,
but I can't really remember."
The young girls blue eyes filled with tears,
she started to silently cry,
"You can't forget!
You need them."
she choked back another sob,
"I need them..."
The waterworks started anew,
the older girl was comforting the young one,
embracing and rocking her gently,
"Shh. It's okay."
"No it's not."
came the muffled response.
The young one clutched Naminé closer,
"It won't be okay if you don't remember."
"Perhaps I could be of some assistance there."
They turned to this new voice,
A black long coated man waved a black gloved hand,
"Hey, how's it goin'?"
He had his hood up.
They both would have been scared of him,
but that changed the instant he sat down
and gave the younger Naminé a sea salt ice cream bar.
He gestured to the other children on the beach,
"Go, play. Have fun."
She looked at him doubtfully,
"My mommy says not to talk to strangers."
She slipped down the tree trunk
and was about to hand the ice cream back.
He held up a hand to stop her.
He sighed,
"Look kid, I just need to talk with her,"
He pointed to the older Naminé with his thumb,
"so she can remember and be happy."
The older Naminé spoke up,
"Why do people think I need to remember?
Did I actually forgetanything at all?"
The stranger turned to her,
"Would it make sense to remember that you forgot
until you remembered something?"
She blinked,
"I guess... not?"
The question,
let alone the answer,
eluded her grasp of comprehension.
He turned back to the young girl,
"Keep the ice cream,"
he ruffled her hair playfully,
"and go have fun.
I'll make sure she remembers."
The young girl brightened,
and gave him a hug,
"Thanks mister!"
and she ran off to the other kids,
licking her salty sweet treat.
He plopped himself next to her on the warped palm,
"So... I see you have a memory problem."
Naminé shifted,
uncomfortable speaking with a total stranger,
"Who are you?"
She could almost see his grin under the dark hood,
his voice was teasing,
"I don't think I should give you new memories,
not until the old ones resurface."
Sh blinked again,
still confused,
"But I didn't forget anything!"
she paused in her tirade.
If she had forgotten,
what was keeping these memories repressed?
Did she discover some horrible secret?
Had something horrible happened to her?
He sighed again,
"Look, all you need to do is look at that picture,
and focus."
She did as she was told and listened to the rest of his explanation,
"Once you wake up,
everything will come back to you...
and them.
Piece by piece.
Chain by chain.
Link by link."
She gasped as images flitted through her mind.
They abated and she stared at him,
"What did you do?"
He held up his hands in innocence,
"Hey, I just gave you the right words."
She thought back to what he said,
'Piece by piece.
Chain by chain.
Link by link.'
She smiled and stood with him,
"I think I'm starting to understand...
at least a little bit.
The darkness slightly parted under his hood,
She could see his smile, but nothing else.
"Good.
And when you start the process
they will start to remember as well."
He was about to walk off, but Naminé caught his arm,
"Wait."
He did, and turned to see a pleading look in her eyes.
"Who are you?
How can I trust you?
Did I forget you too?"
He laughed and she bashfully let him have his arm back.
He stopped laughing, but was still in good humor,
"Does anyone tell you that you ask to many questions?"
"No." she grumbled.
"I don't usually talk to a lot of people."
Most people would be sad about this,
but Naminé had things to keep her distracted from the loneliness.
He nodded,
"Not a people person...
I can respect that."
He scratched the back of his hood,
"Fact is, I'm in the same boat..."
Naminé quirked a brow,
"Really?"
Her tone took to sarcasm,
"So I guess you have a bunch of people,
images, dreams, and other strange stuff,
happen to you?"
She continues, anger seeping into her tone,
"And all of it makes you question
what's real and what's an illusion."
He waved his hands in defense,
"Hey! I only meant about the socialization thing!"
She quieted until he muttered,
"Must be your time of the month."
She smacked his hooded head,
"I'm not PMSing,
thank you very much."
He rubbed the abused area,
"Alright! I surrender!
I'm sorry!"
She put her foot down,
being firm with the mysterious person,
"Get out of my dream!
You're not even real!"
She swept her arm out to gesture to the children,
"Hell, even they aren't real!"
She usually didn't curse,
but she was a little miffed.
She pushed him
and forced him to start walking across the wooden bridge.
Pushing him went smoother than it should,
"Get out!"
She could hear the smugness of his tone,
"I thought you wanted answers."
She paused,
and contemplated the pros and cons.
She conceded,
"Fine, you win."
She turned him around to face her,
"Will you answer me now?"
He bowed,
"Of course."
he straightened up.
Naminé tapped her foot, impatient already.
This was her dream.
And he sure as hell wasn't something she thought up.
"Well? I'm waiting."
He nodded,
"Fine. I'm here to assist in your recollection."
"Recollection of what?"
He started to pace,
but it didn't bother the girl.
She could feel energy emanating from him,
obviously he needed some way to work it off.
"Memories. And not just yours."
He bobbed his head in the direction of the three children.
She gazed at them,
their appearances and their interactions with her younger self
tickled at her mind.
"Everything you see in this dream is real."
She turned her gaze back on him,
it was disbelieving,
"What?"
She scoffed,
"But this is just a dream."
She could see that smile again,
it was understanding and kind.
Naminé wasn't sure,
but the stranger seemed a little familiar as well.
"Just because you dream it,
doesn't mean it never exists."
She tried to process what he said,
but in the end she found she needed elaboration,
"Could you explain that?"
He ceased pacing and leaned against a tree,
"Everything here comes from your mind.
Now what else could have brought this on?
Besides your creative imagination."
Her brow furrowed,
"If it it's from my head..."
"Go on..."
Naminé knew the answer.
The conversation had been centered around it.
"My memories?"
He nodded.
"But that can't be-"
He stopped her,
"Think about it."
he gestured to the space around them,
"All your thoughts and emotions are connected.
Through those we form bonds with those we hold dear.
And these bonds are not to be messed with lightly."
She gasped in realization,
"Chain by chain.
Link by link."
"Exactly."
She shook her head in confusion,
"But how?
How could anyone tamper with something so...
Sacred."
She silently cried at what she lost.
The girl was certain she would regain her memories,
but why were they tampered in the first place?
He came and rubbed her shoulder in comfort.
"Hey, look at me."
She did.
"You may have lost something precious,
but you got it back.
Isn't that what matters?"
She wiped the tears away and nodded,
"Yeah."
She shifted and gently took his arm away.
She looked to him hopefully,
Did... did I know you too?"
The stranger looked to the sunset,
"Yes."
and turned back to her,
"But we only met for a short time.
You didn't learn much about me."
He was about to walk through the wooden door nearby,
but the girl stopped him by seizing his arm again.
She was determined to get answers.
"Were we friends?"
"I don't think-"
She pressed him a bit more firmly,
Squeezing his arm as she asked again:
"Were we friends?"
He sighed,
defeated by the unrelenting force that is Naminé,
"You could say that..."
She glared at him.
He raised his arms, taking himself out of her grasp.
"I don't know what I should tell you okay?"
He was exasperated.
Naminé tried again,
this time in a more gentle tone.
"Why not the truth?
I'll remember eventually."
He rubbed his clothed neck,
"You'll only remember the memories you severed-"
he stopped and starred,
trying to gauge her reaction.
He revealed to much.
Naminé caught the information,
"The memories I severed?"
She looked at her hands,
"I did this?
How?"
she glared at him again.
"Why?"
He rushed to the door,
"Crap!
I shouldn't have said that."
She held the door shut with her foot,
while he tugged at it.
"Let me go."
"Answer me and I will."
He groaned and abandoned the door,
gripping her shoulders while leveling his stare,
"Look, you may not like the answers but-"
"I don't care!"
She snapped,
"I have a right to know."
"Naminé"
He said her name with a touch of affection.
It caught her off guard more when he hugged her.
He broke away.
"I'm sorry.
But you'll find the answers when you start remembering more."
He opened the door.
She did nothing,
still shocked by his earlier actions.
"I'll see you again.
I promise.
When that time comes...
I'll help you control your power."
He fled through the doorway.
When it was almost shut Naminé regained her senses,
"Come back!"
She rushed to the door just as it shut.
She yanked it open,
but saw nothing but the yawning darkness.
She shut it and slid down the frame.
She started to cry again.
She tilted her head to gaze at the children.
The tears stopped.
One of the children were missing.
She looked up to see the red headed girl standing over her.
"Hi Nami! Long time no see."
She was bright and cheerful.
Naminé took a moment to respond,
wiping the tears and tracks off.
"H-how do you know me?"
The girl frowned,
"You mean you don't remember me?"
She pouted,
"That's mean Nami!"
she turned with a huff,
"Forgetting your best friend. Hmph!"
Naminé took the younger girl in an embrace,
"I'm sorry. I'm trying my best."
The girl turned and pointed to a paopu fruit on a tree.
"Remember our promise?"
She looked at the tree.
A feeling washed over her.
"Kai-"
Naminé awoke with a gasp as she bolted to a sitting position. She groaned as she hit her alarm. Awarding the item that awoke her with broken plastic. She was so close. She almost had the memories!
She was a bit confused as she got ready for the day, "How did I remember everything about that dream? It felt like it was more than a dream..." She paused from brushing her teeth and starred at her reflection. Her eyes looked lost, but in the way that she was in deep thought.
"Weird..." she shrugged and continued her new morning routine. She glanced at the living room clock as she was preparing her eggs. "7:30." she let out a relieved breath, "Looks like I have a while. Classes don't start till nine." Usually most people would sleep in for the bare minimum amount of time to get ready, but Naminé was not most people. She liked waking up a little early. It let her muse over what the rest of the day will be like. Usually she reserved sleeping in for weekends or vacations.
She glanced at her messenger back, "Which this day is definitely not..." She ate her eggs, biscuit, and bacon as she flipped through one of her numerous sketchpads. She filled out a lot and liked to keep them. She'd been drawing ever since she could hold a pencil. When she entered grade school she started to draw scenes out of her life. Her drawings were literally like flipping through memory lane for the girl.
She frowned, "Except I'm missing three years worth." A few years back she wanted to walk through her memories in order, but found a few years worth missing from the shelf. Everything from the time she turned five to when she was eight and a half was missing.
She hadn't thought much of it till this morning. "The morning after that dream." she propped her head on a supported hand, "I wonder who he is? And why he wants me to remember." she shook the thoughts away, "No Naminé. Don't go there. It was just a dream. Now get on with your life." she sighed and hoped she was right. If it was otherwise... "No! Focus on something else..."
Like school. Unlike many other students, Naminé was not dreading school. But she was eager for the year to begin. "New school, new rules, new classes, and new faces." sure she was scared of what might come of the day. But she was excited at the same time. "Sophomore year, a new school..."
When she moved here she heard around the town that the school had an amazing art/theater program. She had two other city choices to move to, but chose this one. Twilight Town High was one of the most prestigious schools in the Destiny Islands area after all.
She continued flipping through the book, but was confused when she came upon the last three pages. "I don't remember drawing these." The first was of a boy wearing a coat like the stranger in her dream had. The second was of him and two other people eating ice cream on... "Hold on... is that the station clock tower?" she shook her head in amazement, "I don't even know who these people are..." the next picture was a set of drawings. A roman numeral for thirteen. Naminé standing with another girl who had red hair. Both of them were holding... "What are those? Are they swords? They look a lot like keys."
She shut the book and set it on the shelf next to the others. She contemplated what those last three drawings meant as she washed her dishes and loaded them in the dishwasher. She sank onto the living room couch and flipped on the news. She had some time left and she would like to be prepared for the days weather. Clear skies the whole day. "But with a seventy percent chance of muddled thoughts."
She flipped off the screen and decided to see if she had everything she needed in her bag. She rummaged in it, "Paper, check. Folders, check. Pencils, check. Colored pencils, check. Binders, check. Art supplies..." she shifted a few items and found them below the binders, "check. Now what am I forgetting..."
She tapped her foot and set the bag on the kitchen table. "Ah!" with a sudden revelation she grabbed three items that she would defiantly need today; her wallet, a book from her collection, and her current empty sketchbook. She tucked her wallet in a secret pocket of her bag and put the rest beside her binders before snapping the bag shut.
Naminé glanced at the clock with a sigh, "Eight... Guess I can walk there to pass the time." She grabbed her cell from the charger, "Not that I have anyone to call." she thought with a flicker of sadness before she squelched it. Grabbed her bag as she went out and locked the door. Taking her cell and keys in her jeans pocket. She smoothed her white blouse on impulse before walking in the direction of her new school.
Kairi was walking along the road to Twilight Town High and gave an exasperated sigh at the argument her two friends were having. Like always it was about fighting. "There's no way Setzer can pull it off this year!" exclaimed the brown haired ball of energy. "He just paid off the judges and some players last year. But this year's different-"
"How?" interrupted the elder, silver haired boy. "I don't see how this year is any different. He'll just pay off a few people like always."
Sora grinned mischievously, "But that's where we come in!"
Riku huffed, "No way."
"C'mon Riku!"
"No." he denied again.
"But if we join the schools Struggle team-"
"We'll get whipped with the rest of them." he finished.
Sora pouted, "That's not it!" they walked in silence for a moment, "There may be older opponents, but with some training-"
Riku cut off the hopeful thought, "Sora, we've fought with each other with every known thing we could do brain damage with. But even with all that, this is the real deal. These people don't kid around."
Sora defended the idea, "It's not that bad. With a little practice we could take the prize."
Kairi decided to intervene, taking Sora's side, "I think he's right Riku. You two are the best fighters I know."
Riku raised a brow, "What about Hayner? Or Pence?"
She shrugged, "Hayner's the head of the school team, so he must be good. But Pence couldn't hurt a fly. He's just to gentle for that, but it's a good thing."
Riku gestured to the looming school, "So you think the team captain could win."
She glanced at the school and turned back to the two boys, "I've never seen Hayner fight, but considering the schools track record in this... They could use all the help they can get."
Sora pumped an arm in victory, "Yes!" he turned to his best friend, "So what do ya say?"
Riku scratched his head, "Fine. I'll think about it." Sora was about to push, but Riku stopped him, "Just give me till lunch, alright?"
Sora nodded and they made their way to the steps. Hayner met them at the foot and they stopped to talk. "Hey." greeted the captain, "Good to see you guys." he looked between the two boys, "Did ya hear the rumors about the next tourney?"
They all shook their heads. Kairi spoke up, "What's up? They changing it to a beauty pageant or something?"
He snorted, "When hell freezes over." this earned him laughs from Olette beside him and the other three, but Pence at his side looked scared about something.
Kairi noticed this, "Hey Pence," he jumped slightly startled, "do you know about this piece of news?"
He nodded vigorously as he stuttered, "Y-y-yeah. It's not good news."
This gained the attention of everyone and the atmosphere grew serious. Sora spoke up, eager to hear what happened to the Struggle tourney, "What is it? Did they cancel the tournament?"
Hayner sighed, "No. But after the news they should."
Everyone was shocked by his admittance. Hayner would want the tourney to continue even if a hurricane was blowing through the town. He took a breath, "This year... they say Crow is going to compete."
Rikus' eyes bugged out, "Seriously?!" he quickly turned to Sora, "Okay I've decided. I'm out."
Sora tried to reassure him, "C'mon Riku! We'll probably not even see him. This just might be another hoax."
"It's not a hoax." Hayners' somber tone sent the stress level of the boys to a new high. "Setzer backed out. That means it's definite."
Riku shook his head, "Oh hell no. No way am I facing him."
Kairi decided to voice the confusion for the rest of the girls, "Um... Who is Crow? I'm guessing he's really strong, judging by your reactions."
Sora hung his head, defeated as Pence spoke, "He's not just some kid. He's struggle legend. After he competed once, it changed the rules for the tourney forever."
Olette scoffed, "C'mon! It can't be that bad..."
Hayner clenched his fists, "It's worse than bad... You ever wonder why no one walks away with no more than bruises?"
Kairi raised an eyebrow, "What? That's all the damage you can do with those padded bats."
He shook his head in the negative, "No. Crow was only eight when he entered last." he held on to the railing to keep from bowling over, "But every one of his opponents were beaten to a bloody pulp and had to be hospitalized for a minimum of three months. And he took the title that year, but was banned for several after the tourney."
The girls paled and Pence turned a little green. Quiet overtook the group as they contemplated what would happen if they entered. Then Olette spoke the obvious question, "Are you still gonna compete with the team?"
He smacked the railing and turned to the group with a cocky grin, "Damn straight! I wouldn't pass up this chance for anything."
Riku tried to make him see reason, "He'll kill you out there!"
He waved away the concern, "Please! The judges can stop him at any time. And they only agreed to let him compete as long as there isn't a repeat of last time."
Sora relaxed, "We'll if that's how it's gonna be, I'm with you."
Kairi groaned and Riku face palmed, both in frustration for his lack of common sense. Hayner just grinned more as he slapped his new comrades shoulder, "Great! The tourney's in two weeks and the club could always use a new member." He started to walk up the steps with Pence and Olette. He called back, "Club meeting after school, don't be late!"
Sora waved back, "Don't worry, I'll be there." He was unprepared for the smack to the back of head, "OW!"
He was surprised to notice the assailant was Kairi. She was glowering at him with a raised hand, "You're gonna get hurt one of these days Sora." she walked up the steps and muttered, "I just hope I'm not there to see it." she entered the school.
Sora held up his hands in confusion, "What'd I do?"
Riku shook his head, "You my friend, are screwed in nine different ways. I still can't believe you're gonna do this."
Sora scratched the back of his head as they climbed the steps to the entryway, "So... Will you-"
"No!"
I hope that was entertaining. I enjoyed typing up this chapter and I wanted it to continue, but I saw a good stopping point so I could work on the second chapter. I feel good about this, I just hope people don't hate me for leaving them hanging!
I have not idea when I'll be able to post the second chapter, so keep posted! I WILL update this story! For when I start something, I always finish it! The only exception to this rule is a rubix cube. (I could never solve the damn thing! I know, I suck! :p) If like this story so far I suggest you keep it under alert, I could update at anytime, and I REALLY want readers to stay on it!
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