She wandered aimlessly through the streets, savoring the sun's sweet rays on her face
She wasn't going anywhere in particular, just enjoying the change of scenery.
She didn't care that it wasn't real, that the gentle breeze was merely data created on a computer.
It wasn't white - that was all she cared about.
She tensed as she heard voices. She peered over the railing at the scene unfolding below.
"Seifer, stand behind them for the picture, y'know?"
A rough, tanned boy lifted a camera clumsily as a tall boy with a scar across his face posed for the shot.
At his feet lay two boys, groaning in defeat. The first to recover, a boy with pale hair and camouflage trousers, stumbled to his feet and started screaming almost incomprehensible accusations at Seifer.
The other stood slowly up and walked towards his other friends, who stood watching to the side.
"Oh well Roxas, you'll beat him one day." A friendly-looking girl in an orange tank top comforted him. She turned to the chubby, cheerful boy on her right, "Pence, could you get Hayner please?"
"Sure Olette. Then we can get some ice-cream!" Pence replied cheerfully.
He strode to the still screeching boy and grabbed his arm.
"Penceletgoimtellingyouhecheated!" Hayner shrieked furiously.
"I always fight fair, and I won fair, isn't that right Fuu?" Seifer turned to the lilac-haired girl by his side.
"Owned." She stated in a monotone voice.
"Exactly!" Seifer laughed as he spun around and began heading away.
"Youcomebackhererightnow!" Hayner shouted at Seifer's retreating back.
"Come on Hayner, it's over." Roxas spoke for the first time and grabbed his friends other arm.
"Fine..." Hayner sighed dejectedly as he let his friends drag him off.
"There's always the struggle tournament." Olette added as she followed them.
Namine smiled as she watched them leave. Her gaze lingered briefly on the bobbing blonde spikes of one of the boys.
Roxas... He's calmer than Sora.