Namine just sits, drawing, as always. That's all she ever does. No one ever asks to see her pictures, until today.

"Hey Namine," Larxene sang cruelly.

"Yes?" Namine sighed. This can't be good…

"Can I see? Little girl."

"Why?"

"Why not?" Larxene retorted.

"Alright," She sighed again.

She turned to show her.

"It looks like a-" Larxene turned her head to the side."What is it?" She spat.

"It's Sora." Namine was on the verge of tears.

"Oh, it does kind of look like the brat with bed-head. But..." she continued, her lips curling into a smile. "It looks more like a 3-year-old's scribbling."

Now Namine did cry. Larxene laughed.

"What is it Namine?" Larxene smirked. "Can't handle the truth?"


"Namine?" Roxas asked. "You okay?"

"I-I- yeah." She replied shakily.

"You're not okay." Roxas said firmly.

"Y-yes I am." She protested.

"You're not." He repeated. He stood up. "But you will be, I promise."

"Roxas-" Namine whispered. But Roxas put a finger to his lips.

"I'll take care of it, 'kay?" And with that he turned to leave.

"Roxas,"

He turned back around to face her.

"Thank you."