Summary: In school, she was shy and reserved, but on the internet she could become the person she always wanted to be. But now that she's living two separate identities she doesn't know who she is any more, or who she should be for the two men after her heart. (Zexion/Naminé/Roxas and probably a little Larxene/Marluxia and Sora/Kairi on the side.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts … duh.

Simply Simple

Chapter 1: Silent Revelations

This is the story of an ordinary girl by the name of Naminé Komura. It's almost ironic how such a normal girl ended up with such an unusual name. Apparently it's so unusual that the entire island doesn't know how to pronounce it correctly. Not that she cares. After all, it's just a name, and why have a name when people are just going to call you something else anyway like 'blondie' or 'hey you' or the amazingly original 'girly.'

If you haven't guessed yet, Naminé isn't an insanely popular young student. This isn't because she's some kind of satanic Goth kid, or because she smells funny. In fact, she blends in with the rest of the students quite nicely. Sometimes too nicely. Yes, the reason for Naminé's lack in popularity is because of her shy and quiet behavior that leads most of her classmates into believing she's mute.

From an outsider's point of view, most would consider the girl to be indifferent to the world. She would seem cold and frigid around others with her lack of motivation to hold a conversation. If you were lucky and actually got her to speak with you, her deep-sea eyes would become distant, as if bored with the discussion. But only those who know Naminé well enough know that she is far from being distance and frigid.

So, what is Naminé truly like?

Like everyone else, she has her opinions and beliefs she just chooses not to voice them. This is mostly because she always finds herself dwelling on even the smallest of things and by the time she has observed the subject from every possible angle … the subject had already changed. In truth, her constant pondering is the reason for her un-entertained outward appearance.

Naminé is also a kind and loving individual with a heart crafted from pure gold. She is a giver. Constantly offering her love and even material possessions. This loving nature often lost her around seven to twelve pencils and roughly half a package of paper a semester. Yes, not only is she a giver, but she is also a pushover. It's this trait that the girl hates most about herself yet – no matter how hard she tries - she has no power to change it.

But Naminé wasn't always the reserved student. Believe it or not, there was once a time when the young girl was an exact opposite of who she is today. Yes, little Naminé was once a rather loud child who constantly craved for attention. She was witty and sarcastic with her teachers, and she was able to talk with just about anyone - except for boys because they had cooties.

However, after careful observation of the world around her she came to realize that every child is like that. They were open and trusting to the world and would talk to just about anyone who was willing to listen. She also realized that some – like herself – grew out of this stage while others continued to be just as loud and annoying as they were in elementary school.

What caused such a sudden change in personality? What made her voice fall silent while others boomed above the crowd?

Naminé would often find herself pondering on questions like these. She would try desperately to figure out the cause. And one rainy day she managed to pin point it to a specific time in her life …

She was the age of ten when her parents told her that they were going to move, but it wasn't a small, insignificant move such as down the street or into another district. No, they wanted to move far away to the Islands. She lost all the friends she once had and was forced to make new ones, but there was a problem. She couldn't remember how she befriended her old friends considering it had been so long ago.

Naminè remembered her first day at her new school. So many faces, yet she knew none of them. Every one already had their group of friends from elementary school, so what was the point in making a new one? Not one student gave her lonely form a second glance. She sat alone. She ate alone. She studied alone. She became so terrified of all the strange faces that she pushed herself away from everyone. She shied away from the world because she thought the world didn't want her anymore. At least, that was her theory.

She often wondered what her life would be like today if she were just a little braver. Would she be popular? Would she be preppy? Would she be a whore? She liked to imagine that she was someone else, but she always came to the same conclusion; she liked the cards that life had dealt her. Yes, she was happy with the way things had turned out, even though she wished she could be a little more social with her fellow classmates. But these were only trivial things. What mattered most were her friends, without them … well, that was one thing Naminé never wanted to dwell upon.

Her first friend was a young girl by the name of Larxene Ozaki. They met during lunch on Naminé's fourth day of school. Larxene was kind enough to offer the girl her company as she dropped her tray down at the empty table and openly stated how pathetic she looked sitting all alone while absently chasing her pees around with her spork. The blonde wasn't exactly the first friend she expected to get, but as lonely as she was anyone would do.

It turned out that Naminé enjoyed the girl's company. Larxene would talk and Naminé would listen, throwing in her own opinion every chance the young woman would allow her too. It was nice because neither of them had to change for the other. Larxene could be … well bitchy, and Naminé could be silent. If anything they balanced each other out quite nicely.

Along with Larxene came the rest of her friends. The first was a young male with an elegant air about him. Marluxia Tamazaki was his name and he held his proud, pink colored hair high with dignity – almost in a pompous way – but that image was always shattered whenever he was around Larxene. The two would squabble and bicker like an old married couple, and Naminé always found in amusing. Sometimes she thought they did it just to get a smile out of her whenever she seemed down.

Naminé shared a deep relationship with this young male. Unlike any friend she had ever had. Marluxia was like an older brother to her. He was always looking out for what was best for his 'dear little Nami' yet he was often the one who made her life a living hell; just like all brothers do. That's what she loved most about him.

Next to come along was Axel Hayata, the blaze that lit up the dismal school. Naminé later discovered that Axel was an extremely popular guy, and assumed he was so popular because of his flamboyant personality that mixed well with just about any student. He'd bop around with numerous groups of students and was welcome within any crowd. Yet, no matter how popular he became, he was always willing to stop by Naminé's locker and chat for a while. He was sweet, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

Then there was Lexaeus Takigawa. Naminé found herself hanging around him a lot because – like herself – he was misunderstood. To most he seemed like a brute with his stern expression, built figure, and tall stature. Naminé would admit that he frightened her the first day she was introduced to him, but she quickly learned that his threatening exterior was only the rough shell of a loving young man. Lexaeus was the older brother that Marluxia wasn't. He was the protector, and, unlike Marluxia, was able to dish out his threats. Nobody ever dared to pick on Naminé when Lexaeus was around.

The last friend she had made was during her freshman year of high school. The two were oddly alike except that while her nose dove deep in her sketch pad his was deep in a book. His name was Zexion Izumi and thought they barely spoke with one another they still enjoyed each other's company. They were both thinkers, and so they both stood on common ground. They understood the other's feelings and knew the right and wrong moments to speak.

Naminé was often teased by Larxene that the two of them would make a perfect couple, and at one point Naminé agreed with her, but she soon realized that they would only make a very silent couple. Yes, Naminé liked her silence, but sometimes Zexion offered her a little too much of it.

The final bell sounded throughout the school as students rose from their seats and quickly escaped the room. Naminè blinked as her eyes drifted to the clock upon the wall, and sure enough the school day was over with. Had she really been thinking to herself the whole class period? Honestly, she really needed to learn the right and wrong time to sit and muse on the past.

The girl quickly gathered her belongings and left the room at her own pace. Her English teacher didn't even acknowledge her with a smile or a simple 'good-by' as she left, but she was used to it.

Naminé easily blended in with the sea of students as she casually drifted towards her locker, and when she arrived she wasn't too surprised to find Zexion waiting on her. She smiled as she watched the male's steel-blue eyes scan over the lines within the book while his thin lips silently murmured the text; something he only did when he was reading a well written story.

"Hello, Zexion," Naminé shyly spoke as she began reciting her locker combination within her mind, "How was your day?"

"Dull … as usual," Zexion spoke, not once breaking eye contact with his book, "Yours?"

"About the same …" Naminé replied as she discarded her books within her locker and thumbed through her memories to try and recall if she had any homework.

"Is this punk bothering you, Nami?" At tall, well toned male spoke as he clutched a fist full of Zexion's sweater within his calloused hands.

"Knock it off, Lexaeus," Zexion sighed as he glared at the taller male, who smirked at his weaker friend before releasing his hold.

Naminé smiled softly at the two before turning back to her locker only to find it slamming in her face, "Larxene …" Naminé sighed as she turned to the smirking blonde, "I wasn't finished …"

"Sorry," Larxene's smooth voice spoke, though it was obvious she wasn't sorry at all as she reached across the girl and snatched Zexion's book from his hands, "What'cha reading, short stuff?"

Zexion growled as he glared dangerously at the woman. Why was everyone out to annoy him today? "None of your damn business," the male spat as he retrieved his book, "And you, of all people, have no right to call me short."

Larxene stuck her tongue out at the boy before turning to Naminé, "So, it's Friday. What do you want to do tonight?"

"I'll gladly tell you what I want to do tonight," a certain pink-haired student whispered into Larxene's ear.

The blonde twitched before quickly shoving the male away, "Personal space, Marluxia!"

"What's wrong, Larxene? You don't like it when I'm in your bubble?" Marluxia questioned, "Let me fix that …" Marluxia reached out and jabbed the young woman in the shoulder with his index finger, "Pop!"

Larxene's right eye twitched before she swatted Marluxia's hand away rather forcefully before turning back to Naminé. Marluxia wasn't going to ruin this Friday, "How about a movie night at Zexion's house?"

"Why my house?" Zexion quickly questioned.

"Because your parents are away on a business trip for the weekend," Larxene stated, "That means we can watch movies until the crack of dawn and be as loud as we want."

"Whatever …" Zexion muttered as he went back to reading his book.

"So, who is in charge of snacks?" Larxene questioned.

"I'll make some—"

"No," Marluxia interrupted, "Last time you made something it was that nasty vegan crap. Sorry, Naminé, but I'm in charge of the snacks this time." Naminé huffed, even though she wasn't too disappointed; just one less thing she had to worry about.

"Okay, so I'll go rent some movies—"

"Pick some good ones this time," Zexion spoke up, earning a heated glare from the blonde.

"And Axel can get the pizza like he does every time," Larxene continued.

"No can do," The new arrival spoke up, startling the females – and Marluxia.

"How long have you been there?" Naminé gasped as she softly clutched at the front of her shirt.

"Long enough," Axel replied with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

"Why can't you get the pizza?" Larxene demanded, "Don't tell me that you're baling on us again!"

"Sorry …" Axel sighed, making it perfectly clear that he had other plans.

"Fine … whatever," Larxene hissed as she waved the red-head away before turning to Zexion, "Order the pizza when you get home." Zexion rolled his eyes, his way of saying "Fine I'll do it."

"Bye, Axel …" Naminé waved to the retreating teen, earning a soft smile in return as he quickly adjusted into another group of teens lead by a brunette with wild, spiky hair.

"What about me?" Lexaeus questioned.

"Wanna help me pick some movies out?" Lexaeus gave the blonde a small nod.

"And me?" Naminé asked.

"You can help me set up," Zexion offered, his eyes not once leaving the pages of his book.

"It's settled! Meet at Zexion's house in an hour," Larxene ordered as she amazingly dragged Lexaeus along behind her with Marluxia quick to trail along behind.

"I all honestly don't see how you can put up with them on a daily basses," Zexion sighed as he shut his book.

"They'll grow on you, trust me," Naminé giggled after shutting her locker and following Zexion out of the school building.

000

Zexion and Naminé sat close to one another on the couch, hunched over to peer at the numerous books spread out over the coffee table. Nether noticed that their arms were brushing, or that their knees were just barely touching. Nether blushed as Zexion's smooth fingers slid over Naminé's hand as he pried the pencil from her grasp so that he could slowly work out the Geometry problem in a way that Naminé would understand. Both were so involved with the homework before them that they didn't realize Zexion's front door had opened and then closed moments later.

"Geometry!?" A certain loud blonde sneered as she leaned over the back of the couch, "Homework isn't aloud at movie night!"

"Yeah … only nerds finish their homework on Friday night," Marluxia spat as he sauntered around the couch and casually flipped the books closed.

"How'd you get in?" Zexion all but growled.

"You really need to find a better place to hide your spare key, Zexy," Larxene spoke as she dangled the silver key in front of the boy's face, "Under the welcome mat is so unoriginal."

"You could have just knocked," Zexion spat as he snatched the key from the woman's hand and stuffed it into the safety of his pocket.

"What's the fun in that?" Larxene questioned as she jumped over the back of the couch and landed next to Naminé, "You two are awful close. Is the homework just a cover up for something … nasty?"

"W-what?" Naminé gasped as her innocent mind began to ponder on not so innocent things.

Larxene only smiled at her friend as Marluxia decided to join in on the teasing, seating himself next to Zexion; pinning the two teens in-between them.

"You know, Zexion, if you ever need any tips on how to woo the ladies then you can always come to me." Marluxia gave the younger male a playful wink.

"Get away from me, Marluxia," Zexion's voice was oddly dark and menacing, yet his eyes never once fell on the pink haired male as he began collecting the books from the table so that they had room to spread out the pizza.

"Right … I understand," Marluxia spoke, "Not in front of the ladies."

"Marluxia …"

The man knew that tone. He knew well enough that whenever it was used bad things would follow. So, with a –nervous – chuckle, Marluxia dropped the subject and reached for a slice of pepperoni pizza.

Lexaeus, who had seated himself comfortably across the room in the safety of a recliner, smiled as he pulled the three DVDs from the bag, "So, what movie should we watch first?"

000

By the end of the third movie it seemed that everyone had fallen asleep. Lexaeus was sprawled out awkwardly across the recliner, Larxene and Marluxia were –oddly – snuggled close upon the floor, and Naminé – who Zexion presumed to be awake – was curled up comfortably into his side. At first he was a little bothered by it considering his side was being pressed into the arm of the couch. He wanted desperately to move, but every time he tried his body stopped him; not wanting to disturb Naminé's peaceful slumber.

In fact, the longer he gazed at her angelic form the more he wanted this moment to last forever. It was odd because he didn't consider himself to be a hopeless romantic. He even refused to read the sappy tales. Yet, for some reason, he felt as though he was in one when ever he was around the young girl.

He hated the felling, and yet he let it take over his every thought and action. He let it discover the little things that he never would have thought about … like the light coconut fragrance of Naminé's shampoo, or the way the warmth of her body was more than enough to keep him warm even on the coldest night.

These were the thoughts that made the man want to shoot himself.

These simple, insignificant things didn't disserve the time of day … and yet … these simple things were the cause of him slowly going insane …

Insane for Naminé …

Hikari: Gah! Fear the corniness!! XP

So yeah, this story was just a spur of the moment idea. I was actually in a bad mood when I started this because I like to type to get my mind off things and after writing about three pages it suddenly dawned on me Naminé and Zexion would make a cute couple; so much so that they are now one of my favorite parings. X3 Then I actually started thinking about a plot for this story and where I'd go with it if I wanted to continue with it … and so on and so forth.

But I really don't have time for another story … since I'm currently working on two others. So I'm leaving it up to the readers if I should consider continuing this.

Love it or hate it … review and voice your opinions … or not … thought it would be greatly appreciated. X3