Roxas and Namine

Could I. . . . Could I be dreaming? I can't. . . . I can't move. . . Roxas was in a daze, in a world where he cannot remember. It was dark. . . . it was cold. . . . the only thing he felt like doing was holding himself warm. The air was chilly and atmosphere itself was scary. He was shrouded in a dark abyss - alone and afraid. "Where... Where am I?" He asked himself. His eyes broadened to catch everything he was able to see. But he saw nothing to begin with. He was in an endless dark world. "How did I get here? What... What's that?" He ran towards a beaming light that lit in front of his eyes.

"I. . . I have to reach it!" Roxas had one thing in his mind, to reach the light in order to save himself. But what was out there? Could it save him from the endless world of darkness? "Roxas..." a voice whispered in his mind. A voice? Roxas thought. But as he kept on running closer to the light, the voice in his head started to grow louder. "Roxas... Roxas..."

"I'm coming!" Roxas couldn't help reassure the voice that he was going to be there. But as he stormed towards the light, he jumped off his feet and flew to touch the opening... where the light was. I'm so close..! But he couldn't reach it. Before he knew it, he was falling. As he clenched his hand to a fist to hopefully grab the light, he missed it. He was falling. Roxas couldn't help but yell for his life. "No!" He cried out in vein. What kind of dream could this be? It shouldn't be real, but it sure felt like it. "Roxas!" a voice shouted. But that's when Roxas jolted back to reality, breathing heavily and sweat pouring off his face and hands. He was frightened. "Roxas! Are you all right?" Namine couldn't help but worry. She had her hands in his, looking at him blissfully.

"You were dreaming. . . and yelling. . . was it the same dream as before?" Namine wondered curiously. Roxas, barely opening his eyes, he turned to face Namine directly and only gave out a smile. "I'm... I'm fine, I think. Yes, it was the same dream, too." Roxas got up to take a seat from his bed, rubbing his head that was throbbing. He had his eyes closed shut, trying to recall what exactly had happened while he was asleep. But as he recognized Namine's hands over his, he quickly removed his own with haste, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I can't shake the feeling that there was someone calling me... that someone needs my help."

"Roxas..." Namine was startled a bit by his quick response, but smiled anyway and sat a little closer. "I'm sure that... if there is someone looking for you, I know that it would be someone important.. someone you may know?" Namine asked. "I don't know... not that I can remember.." Roxas trailed off in thought, but as he stared off into space while his head facing down, Namine couldn't help but to try and cheer him up a little. She give a grin and brought his face up to look at her seriously. She tried reassuring him that everything would be all right, that there isn't much to worry about. Roxas took her word for it, but it still doesn't shake the feeling that he has deep down in his heart. Heart. Kingdom Hearts. "Familiar..." Roxas whispered. "What was that?" Namine asks.

He only hugged her, not giving a reply. Looking around the room, it was clearly white, all around. This is Namine's Room. Where else could he be? But once he thought about it, he's been there for quite some time. He's been in this room for as long as he could remember, doesn't exactly know the reason why, but he sure knows that he has never left the room. Not since he lost his memory of the outside world completely. "Now," Namine began. She got up from the side of the bed and walked towards her table, "I have stuff to do now, Roxas."

"Oh yeah? What about?" Roxas replied.

"It's just one of those things..."

"That I shouldn't know about, Namine?"

". . . . Yeah, that's right." Namine began coloring, trailing off as she created the world down on paper and crayon. Roxas was already standing up on his feet, staring deeply towards Namine with curious eyes, slowly narrowing down to her sketchbook. He always wondered what she may have had in there, he had seen quite a few sketches... Just people holding hands. Sometimes two or more playing under a glistening sunset. But once he looked at them, he felt as though he knew them. He couldn't help but fall into thought, could her drawings lead to my broken memories? To the voice I keep hearing about? More questions started to grow. Forty-two questions and not even a single answered.

Roxas glanced back up at Namine, as he stepped towards her, Namine placed her sketchbook down on her table and stared at it. She sighed a weary sigh as Roxas looked upon on what she drew. "Who's that?" Roxas asked and pointed at a figure.

"Nobody."

". . . .Do you mean nobody or 'a nobody'."

"'A nobody, Roxas."

"What's that?"

The conversation ended there when someone stepped in through a secret door. It wasn't anyone Roxas remembers, but he was stunned at the fact that there was a door such as that. "

"W-who... What..."

"Good evening, Namine. How is everything today?"

"Everything is fine, sir." What is going on? Roxas had a skeptic look on his face, stepping back and simply watched over their conversation. The tall man that appeared from behind the sealing door took a step closer and patted Namine's back.

"I see that he has awoken, does he remember anything at all, yet?"

"Nothing at all, really" Namine had a sad voice, but even though she may have seemed so upset, her voice rings like a soft tune. A tune of a lullaby.

"I see. Well, that's very disappointing..." The tall, mysterious man said.

"What.. what do you mean? I can't remember? Do you have anything to do with my lost memories?" Roxas was hasting himself to look for answers. His hands were already clenched to fists, almost demanding for a solution to his problems. "I need to know! What has happened?" Roxas demanded.

Namine couldn't help but feel so helpless, she didn't know exactly what to say. "I'm... I'm sorry..." Namine whispered. The tall man placed his hands over Namine's shoulders, "It's all right."

"What do you mean, 'it's all right' ? And get your hands off of her!" Roxas ran towards her and held her tightly against him. Namine, filled with surprised and shock, she began to fluster at the feeling of Roxas' embrace. The man couldn't help but give out a simple chuckle.

"No need to feel alarmed" he shook his head.

"Who are you, anyway?" Roxas asked.

"I'm just a Sage. Let's leave it at that, shall we?"

". . . .Yeah, sure." Roxas still couldn't let go of Namine, he actually kinda liked the feeling of having her in his arms. But once he realized that he is hold her in his arms he quickly let go - looking away to hide his redness. But he shook his head and his redness went away, "about my memories, do you know what has happened to them?"

"That, I'm not quite sure. . . ." the Sage looked skeptic towards his response, but the first thing he did as he responded was looking back down at Namine, which she was looking back at him, as well. Something's going on, I can feel it.

"Roxas. . . . I took away your memories." Namine looked like she was going to break, just almost. Roxas didn't quite get it, but responded with "what?"

"I took your memories, Roxas. But I had no other choice! You'd disappeared if you kept them!" Namine was beginning to shout, but the Sage was trying to cool her down. Should I believe this? I can't. . . . WHAT is going on?

"I. . . I don't get it, Namine. . . Are you saying that you were the one that took my memories? What..." Then things started to get together. How long exactly has he been in this room? Did he lose his memory every other night just so he could stay in this white room? In Namine's room? Or is it even her room to begin with? Roxas quickly looked back at her drawings that were on her sketchbook. It was mostly of the same person. Me, Roxas started to grow out in disbelief. Me. Me. Me. This is all me. "How long have I been here, Namine! And those dreams. . . . What exactly am I missing here?" He started to grow furious, he didn't know what else to say, everything he shouted out was just jabbering out of his mouth. Not even thinking.

The both were struck by lightning of silence. There was a huge pause till Namine clearly stated, "our worlds are dying."