Summary: While Sora sleeps Namine put together the memories she tore apart. She sat alone in that white room. There was no one to love the Nobody. Then she remembered Roxas. He was just like Sora, wasn't he? Could she settle for Second Best?
Warning: This fanfic contains angst, some out of characterness, hints of SoraNami, Kairi bashing, and the upsetting of Namine (which should never be done!).
Disclaimer: I, KradsLover, do not own Kingdom Hearts. I do however own this plot.
'He was like my savior, he noticed me. Please don't take him away!'
Drawings bursting with color littered the floors and walls of a large white room. Sitting on the only piece of furniture, was a small girl. Her skin was deathly pale, almost matching her white dress, and her hair was the color of corn silk. Her bright blue eyes looked down at a large sketchbook in her lap, the pencils in her hands moving at lightning speed.
The drawing was of a boy, relatively close to her age. It was shaded in many unusual colors but one could tell he had dark hair. His face was that of one in a gentle sleep. Slowly the girl dropped the pencils and closed the sketchbook.
Crystal clear teardrops fell onto the cover. The girls frail body shook as she sobbed, her grip on the book tightening.
"It isn't fair..." she whispered, tears leaving wet trails on her smooth skin. "It's not fair... I waited so long for him to find me."
Sora. Sora was the boy who saved her from her prison. Sora was the person who made her non-existent heart race. Sora was the one she truly loved.
But who could love a Nobody?
Sora loved another. A girl with wine colored hair who shared the same face as Namine. Kairi.
"Why couldn't he love me instead?"
Now Sora slept. He slept so she could undo the sins she had committed. Namine had tore apart his memories, made him forget the one close to his heart. At first she only did it so Marluxia and Larxene wouldn't hurt her, but then as she looked through the memories, she learned more about Sora.
She knew his entire life. She knew his fears, his hopes and dreams. She knew how determined he was to find Kairi and another boy named Riku. She knew more about him than they ever would.
Namine fell for Sora. And she fell hard.
But who could blame her? Sora was the perfect guy. He was sweet and funny. Caring and understanding. He knew how to light up anyone's day and he would protect those close to his heart.
However, there was no room in it for Namine. She was nothing to Sora. Just someone he would soon forget.
"Sora.. Sora..!" Namine cried harder, putting the sketchbook on the floor. For fear it would ruin under her tears. He was her light, he was the one who made her feel like a somebody. Now she had no one.
Nobody special for the Nobody.
She got up from her chair and walked around the room. She frowned, hating the bleak white walls. It was still a prison for her.
She may not have been tortured and forced to tear apart Sora's memories; but now she was forced to put them back together and she was still not allowed to leave. What was different about it?
Namine looked at the drawing lining the walls. Most were of Sora and his past. The setting was usually on a small island with Kairi and Riku.
She gave a tearful smile as she walked past the ones of them as children. She never had a childhood. She would never have memories like this.
She stopped at one drawing that did not have Kairi and Riku in it. It was of Sora and another boy who looked identical to him, except he had spikey blond hair instead of brown.
"Roxas..." Namine whispered.
Roxas was Sora's Nobody. Namine had never met him personally. She wondered what he was like. Was he just like Sora? Did he have that same adorable smile he did? Would he hold her hand like Sora did for that one instant?
Would Roxas be able to heal the broken heart that didn't exist?
She wanted to find out.
Author's Notes: I cry when I write this story. I feel so sorry for Namine all the time, having to give up Sora and be with Roxas instead. I'll update ASAP. Please review!