AN: I really hate typing up here...My computer is damaged and I can't open Microsoft, so I'm only posting things from my LJ that I had typed into Notepad rather than MS Word. Sorry. Please enjoy and look out for updates though!
Written for kawaiigami's Secret Santa on LJ.
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The girl in white flipped through her sketchbook, searching for something. She let another papercut go by unnoticed, even as it barely marked her papers with blood. Why was it so easy for her to bleed when she didn't have a heart?
"What's wrong, princess?" A voice called to her from the door. She slowed her page-flipping hands to a stop, finally locating her picture. Turning slowly to face him, she kept her head down as she nodded in response. "I didn't even ask anything," the tall man at the door spit out, stepping into the room and walking up to the head of the table.
The girl winced suddenly and clenched her hands. "Nothing," she whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear. Her fingers stained the blonde strands red. "He can't remember her," she added quickly, as the man reached for her sketchbook. His wildly colored hair was a sore to her eyes, seemingly splashing the white walls with its fiery color. It was sharp red, like the blood welling at the tips of her sliced fingers. Her eyes, of course, were only accustomed to the muted colors she experienced day in and day out; white and more soft colors.
"Why not, Namine?" he asked, turning the pages quickly, taking in the ideas in the pictures she had produced. They were all filled with color, bright and abnormal, and he held back the sudden impulse to set fire to the papers. When he realized that the blonde hadn't answered, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. "I'm waiting for an answer and I don't have all day."
Namine struggled with a response, listening to the way Axel's gloves touched her skin rather than her heart beating loudly in her chest. Her heart, the one that wasn't supposed to be there. "I-I don t know," she stuttered out as his grip on her jaw tightened. She told herself that she was imagining the pain because it wasn't there and she wasn't supposed to feel it anyway. No, his fingertips weren't growing warmer because he wouldn't harm her, he wasn't allowed; he wasn't even supposed to be touching her but that never stopped him before, no.
"Fine," he muttered, releasing her and walking over to the door. His heavy footsteps echoed after him.
"Axel!" she called out, stopping him where he was. Axel tilted his head to the side, waiting for her to continue. "I'll try harder," she mumbled, pressing her fingertips against each other. The pain was hard, almost as hard as it was to bring emotion and memory back into Sora's heart. Axel left then, the large door shut behind him.
An empty presence filled the room as Namine took her seat again. She hurriedly scribbled white over the rust marks of her pictures, before finding a clean page. Just as quickly as Axel had come upon the room, she sketched out a new memory, lightly drawing the peach crayon across the page. Even though it was Axel's duty to return to her room later that night, to check after her and guard her like a dog, the door remained closed and she was not put at ease.
She tried hard to keep her tears from staining the new drawing. Sora would never wake up if Roxas didn't find his way back.