AN: So, I haven't updated Divided by Zero in a long while...Sorry about that o-o; I actually have the second and third chapters written, but..yeah...

Anyway, this story is based on the song You're the Conversation by Chris Corner, which I do not own. It's more of a drabble then story and is written from Namine's view during Chain of Memories.

WARNINGS;; Mental issues, depression, and suicidal thoughts/actions. Rated T for a reason.

"You're the Conversation"

"I'm the Game."

Namine never understood what it was about Sora that drew her attention. He didn't have strangely colored hair or eyes, looking quite normal and plain actually. He didn't have tattoos or a giant weapon or strange clothes either. In fact, Sora was almost an average person.

Almost.

Namine sucked in her breath, looking down at her sketchbook in her lap. It was a simple drawing really, but it held horrible things. It was of her and Sora under the stars, a wooden sword in the young boy's hands. Tears welled up in her blue hues as she finished the details of the picture with her brown colored pencil.

This thing she had drawn stood for more then a simple drawing. It was beautiful on its own but drawn by her pale fingers only left it evil. Her powers had made this memory appear in Sora's head, wherever he was, moments ago. A tear splashed down onto the paper, leaving a small and wet dot over part of the sky. Another memory replaced by a false one, all done by Namine herself.

What other choice did she have really? The Organization could kill her at anytime. Then again, it wouldn't do any harm for her to die. In fact, it would release Sora from her powers and put an end to the Organization, right? So why did she sit here in this white room, drawing for Sora's and Riku's memories? Not Riku. The replica.

Really, Namine mused, the end of her life would only inconvience a few people. More tears splash down in the starry sky she holds before an unnaturally pale hand wipes her eyes. Why is she crying? And then Namine begins to laugh as her tears quicken because she thinks she's finally lost her mind.

And maybe she has. After all, she is surrounded by white, colors only appearing from her crayons and colored pencils. Namine is being forced to write herself into another girl's position in other people's very minds. So the real question here isn't why she isn't dead. It's if she wants to be.

And after a few moments Namine quiets, tears ending with the laughter. She is shaking, she notes, as the sketchbook falls from her lap along with the brown color pencil. And slowly the blonde rises, wondering what it would feel like to slice a blade across her throat and for her life to drain out of her.

Later, Marluxia would come in to find Namine huddled in a corner, nails scratching into her arm's skin. He would tell her to stop, to keep working. But Namine would simply look up later, smile as wide as a Cheshire's as blood wells in her scratches.

"So listen, Conversation"

"I've lost the way"

DISCLAIMER;; I don't own Kingdom Hearts or the mentioned song, though I do own my plot. Therefore, no stealing and no suing~

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