Kiss 1: Attention Grabber
The young girl sat hunched over in her usual seat, a pencil gripped tightly between pale, delicate fingers. Hair fell in a stream of white gold over one shoulder, her lips and teeth coming together in a lovely combination of pink roses and white pearls.
'Scritch Scratch'
The sound of paper and pencil coming together to create a masterpiece echoed throughout the room. The pure white substance was defiled as the myriad of colors found their way onto its' surface, filling it, changing it , trading elegant simplicity for a rare and vibrant beauty. She studied the beginnings of her work carefully, talented eyes roaming over it, already seeing the end result in her mind. She continued with what she was doing, humming a little tune, but even that ceased after a short while. Interruptions were not an option with any of her pictures, and this piece was certainly no exception.
And so the girl continued drawing, becoming one with her work and losing contact with the world around her. She became so enraptured in what she was doing that she failed to notice a certain black clad figure standing in front of her.
Roxas looked down upon the small girl, attempting to figure out how to get her attention and not get himself killed. Naminé was tougher than her delicate frame would suggest, and all of the Organization had learned to tread lightly and not disturb her when she was in the midst of the artistic process.
He suppressed a shudder at the memory of the Graceful Assassin. He had walked up behind Naminé and brought his hand down hard upon her shoulder, surprising her and causing her to mar the picture she had spent hours working on. The outcome of that incident had not been a pleasant one, and Marluxia had spent many a week sporting cuts, bruises, broken bones, and had walked with a limp.
And let's not forget the time Demyx had flooded one of the Castle's courtyards. Naminé had been outside at the time, and though there wasn't any damage done to her, her sketchpad was not so fortunate, and all of the art contained therein was ruined. He remembered the look on her face when he had presented it to her, bloated and soaked, all of the art within a mere shadow of their former glory.
It had taken him and four other members to keep her from treating Number IX to a gruesome trip back into darkness.
And now here he was.
Air blew from his lips as a frustrated sigh that broke through the silence around him and rustled the jagged bangs on his forehead. This was stupid. He shouldn't be afraid of anyone or anything, least of all, a girl. He was the Key of Destiny after all, and he had a reputation to uphold. 'Reputations don't count for crap if your dead', his conscience shot back at him. Naminé, meanwhile, continued with her sketching, blissfully unaware of his plight.
It carried on this way for a while. The two Nobodies locked in an unknown but perfect stalemate, the room quiet save for the soft sound of their breathing and the movements of pencil against paper. If Roxas had a heart, he imagined it would be pounding with anxiety right about now.
And then, it came to him. An idea was so fool proof, nothing could possibly go wrong. He smirked as he walked closer to Naminé and bent over her unsuspecting form.
Naminé started in surprise when a hand suddenly found its' way into her line of vision, pushing her sketchpad down and away from her. She lifted her head to glare at the person who dared disturb her work and found two deep blue orbs locked with her own. She let her body tense up, ready to exact divine punishment on this fool who dared to get in the way of her precious drawings.
Unfortunately for her, that idea was instantly shot down.
Everything seemed to happen at once. Naminé's eyes narrowed and her arm shot out at Roxas. The second hand went out in response and clamped down on the appendage, firmly, but carefull not to cause harm. She halted, shocked by how fast he moved. Roxas took the chance to slide his hand up her face, leather cased fingers coming to rest in pale locks. Coming out of her stupor, she opened her mouth to yell at him, but found that she couldn't, due to it suddenly being occupied.
There he was, his hands entwined in her hair, their mouths pressed together, tension thick enough to cut with a knife... or a Keyblade. For a moment, neither moved, breathed, or spoke. Not that they could, anyway. Number XIII briefly wondered how many ways she was going to kill him. He was drawn out his gloomy thoughts by soft hands wrapping around his neck. He flinched, startled, before he realized what was going on and relaxed. Her sketchpad, which had been left in his grasp, fell unnoticed to the floor as his other hand went to join it's twin.
They stayed like that for a few more minutes, before Roxas detached his lips from hers and stood at his full height. As Naminé stared up at him, still in a slight daze, she took note of the smirk that crossed his lips.
"What?" she raised an eyebrow.
XIII cleared his throat, the smug grin never fading, "Now that I finally have your attention," It was hard to miss the smugness and sarcasm intermingled in his voice, "I've been sent to tell you that it's time for dinner."
The young witch's eye twitched.
"You mean," she started, "that the only reason you kissed me was to get my attention for dinner?! Whatever happened to just tapping me on the freaking shoulder?!"
"After what you did to Marly? Hah! Yeah right. I'd like to keep my body in perfect working condition, thank you." His mission accomplished, Roxas started for the door. "Roxas" he looked over his shoulder at Naminé. Her swollen lips had inverted into a frown, and her fingers ghosted over her forehead, a sign of her irritation. "Why do you always do this? If you want to "get my attention." She mimicked his voice," Then why don't you just do it in a normal fashion?"
"I already explained that to you didn't I?" He placed his hands behind his head, deliberately ignoring her rendition. He turned from her, a small, secret smile finding its' way to his lips. "And besides", he turned back around. " If I did it any other way, it wouldn't be fun, now would it?" On that note, he turned and waltzed out the door, leaving the young girl with only her thoughts. Naminé stared after him for a minute before standing up from her chair.
It was always the same with him. He would come in, stand there for a while, and then kiss her to get her attention. And she, like an idiot, fell for it every time. And it couldn't even be a normal kiss! No, it had to be of those slow, hot ones that made your toes curl and your insides heat up. Did he even know the effect that his kisses, that he had on her?! Of course he did, that's why he did it.
Her stomach rumbled, effectively reminding her that her ranting could wait until she supplied it with sustenance. Sighing, she picked up her sketchbook from where it had fallen, before setting it gently on the table. Shelving her thoughts, she followed Roxas lead and left, shutting the door gently behind her.
On the table, the picture of her and Roxas, with their fingers entertwined and their gazes soft upon the other, sat patiently waiting to be completed.
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