Disclaimer: I do not own the series Kingdom Hearts or its characters, this is just a work of fiction based off it. That's why it's fanfiction.
I
don't really ship this pairing, it's a gift for my friend. Aaand.
Naminé's a little OOC towards the end .
WARNING; CoM spoilers.
Somewhat.
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Paper littered the typically spotless White Room, most blank but for a few pencil strokes. Naminé sat in her large, ornate chair, scribbling away on her sketchpad. Her soft brow became harder with each mark her pencil made on the paper, and she bit her lower lip.
She often considered herself a fine artist, but lately she had found herself unable to draw quite the same. Flipping a page in her pad, she began once more. Nobodies weren't meant to feel - to mourn, grieve. And yet..
"Naminé!"
The door flew open and slammed against the wall, the motion
scattering some of the crumpled pages that lay across the floor.
"You're needed."
Axel's eyes burned, his breath quick and
impatient. He gestured for her to leave, glaring at an unresponsive
face. Naminé slowly shook her head, returning her gaze to her
drawing. Two gentle eyes stared at her from the sheet, and she
quickly drew over the brow a few times to harden the stare.
"I
said, you're needed. So come on." He rapped his knuckles
against the wall.
"It was you, wasn't it?"
She shouldn't
have talked. It hurt. Naminé had never really felt this kind of
pain.. guilt, maybe. Physical pain, sure. But this hurt welled up
inside her, brimming until light drops ran from her eyes onto the
sketch. They smudged at the paper as if guided by some kind of hand,
smearing her work beyond recognition.
"Now look what you've
done.." Muttering, she tore at the book and threw her drawing to
the floor. Axel glanced at it, speechless. A single page remained in
Naminé's notebook which she cherished so carefully.
She
placed it on the table, shuddering.
"You killed him.." Her
eyes looked up at him, and he took a step back. Her eyes gazed deep
in to him, searching for the answer to her question.
"It was the
Replica, not me." Axel's mind tore at him. "Why do you care,
anyway? Larxene's gone too, and Marl."
"You don't care
either!" Naminé's voice raised to the highest pitch it could,
and she stood up. "You bet on them! You're just getting
rid of anyone you don't get along with! He was so much better
than you! Monster!" Each word had its own sting to it, and Axel
began to wonder if Naminé really was as special as he had heard. Her
petite hands were clenched at her sides, and she seemed to be roaring
at him.
A small bookshelf beside the door seemed to rumble,
and Naminé's pad flew open to the last page, the pencil twitching
next to it.
"You should leave. Whatever I'm needed for can
wait."
".. I'm sorry - I didn't know you liked.. him..
like that.."
"Why don't you apologize to him instead!?"
Naminé ran at him, her eyes black. She seized a piece of crumpled
paper from the floor and shoved it onto his chest. It was the drawing
she had torn off as he entered, it only seemed to be a pair of
crudely sketched eyes. He backed out the door, which slammed behind
him.
"Witch.." he mumbled, turning away and glancing at the
paper. "Eh.. ?!"
The mildly gentle eyes Naminé had drawn stared up at him, before hair began to cover them, messy hair .. Zexion's hair. Zexion's smirk.
Naminé had not drawn this.
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Ooh. -hand motions- .;
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