Well, here's my Roxas x Naminé Christmas fic! A day late, but I've been just inspired by my renewed obsession and a certain story including these two. Merry Christmas, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Own not, sadly.

Flitting Away

(12/25/2oo6)

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Soft wind whirled past me as my hair swooned in it, barely see–through in the view of the dimming sky. My eyes stared past the horizon, never seeing, as the day soon gave to evening and evening gave to night.

I could feel my Other's presence standing just above me on the cliff jutting out to the ocean, holding the door to the cabin that was recently built, before shutting it close and leaving me alone to my thoughts. The sun's rays reflected on my transparent figure, staining it with colors of the brightest sunsets you only read of in fairytales.

Life was beautiful here, on Destiny Islands. There was never a disturbance, never a flicker of shadows of our past lives emerging quietly.

Laughter I recognized rang above me. I have heard it few times before, yet it was memorable. It was her laughter, her smile that would flit across her lips, her eyes shining with happiness.

'You won't fade away, Roxas! You'll be whole again!'

A snarl fitted across my lips as I raised my face to the sky, eyes closed, her words echoing deep in the corners of my mind. New memories were forming – not my memories, but my Other's. My memories (the sun was setting lower now) were disappearing quickly and silently, leaving no trace behind.

I should be glad, I suppose. She had lost herself fully already, becoming a part of the princess's heart once again as if she never existed.

'You…you were never meant to exist, Roxas.'

Never have her words struck me as much as they have now. Both of us were never meant to exist; yet we do.

I could feel myself slipping away now, just as the sun slipped past the waters to arise again on the next day – arise on a new year. Past happenings would become history as everyone would forget and move on, move on and forget.

I raised my hands, watching them disappear slowly like sand dripping from a person's palms, as soon there was almost nothing left of me, my upper body and my head the only ones left floating.

I smiled. Quite a funny sight this would be; a boy, appearing as if a ghost, with nothing but his head and half of his form, still slowly disappearing.

Becoming whole, huh? I snorted. My Other became whole, but I am disappearing and leaving nothing behind, as it should have been.

Two souls, though the same yet different, cannot share one body and live peacefully on.

One last ray appeared over the rippling waves, causing what I guessed was illuminating my face, as it was the only thing left now, one last thought in my mind before I was merely washed away like the sand beneath my feet as Christmas celebrations continued above me.

Merry Christmas, Naminé.