DISCLAIMER: All Kingdom Hearts II Characters and ideas belong to Square-Enix.
Note: So I'm sorry if you dislike this.
This is my first attempt at an actual serious romance/fiction story.
I'm just so used to making things funny. :)
Anyway, please enjoy and (if you will) tell me how I'm doing.
Critique is welcome! By all means don't hesitate to tell me I'm missing a little something.
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DiZ
She's curious.
Maybe this plan will work after all. The others continue to stare at her with the same awkward smile, a hint of a common grim suspicion is recognized. I can see Xemnas, the superior, glaring at her in the slightest bit; he doesn't like this already. It's perfect. She looks around at the cold white marble and upon the faces of the cloaked individuals until she turns to me; she wants to know what to do next, I realize. Guessing games were never of interest to me. I shrug in reply to her confused glance. I suppose I can spare her the torment this once.
I stand up with effort and hold my hands behind my back; my hands graze my own red cloak and then, eventually, each other. "It's time to go. Come now."
She lasts a total of ten minutes standing there, waiting to be dismissed. I know I do this for a reason, other than to introduce her to her new home and its other inhabitants; I do this for my own purposes. She doesn't know this; nobody knows this beside myself.
She almost jumps at the chance to leave; she feels threatened by the others. I think for a moment – she knows she's different. I feel her calling out to me; I ignore this purposefully. I pause, holding her look with stern eyes. Shaking my head in the smallest amount I turn and start walking, my shoes echoing in the never-ending hallway. The others continue to watch us; they feel just as threatened as she does. It is their nature. I hear her; she's following me closely. I try walking faster; I can't be this close to her. She speeds up, not wanting to lose me. For six minutes we play our game, seeing how far I can get ahead of her until she notices and catches up. She's just like a chick trailing her mother. Except, I'm not her mother.
At the end of the barren hall I see the door I'm after. It's a shade of light blue; it doesn't match the other doors, I notice. My hand reaches out before me as I skeptically peer over my right shoulder at the gray doors lined up in unspoiled procession. She halts a foot behind me as I push the door open. A slight breeze escapes from the stuffy room and blows against my face.
"I believe you will find this place suitable enough for you tastes." I do not turn to see her face.
The walls are gray; it makes me shiver. I wonder why I do; I made this room for her. A rather large window appears in the corner of the room where a bed with sky blue sheets rests. The closed window provides no light to the room. My gaze settles then on the furniture. They humbly sit in the opposite side of the room, a pile of white cushions. Apparently, the only object worth mentioning rests neatly on the windowsill. A small violet book waits quietly for the sun; a coat of dust has already appeared over its even demeanor. Rushing past me, she settles in the middle of the room.
"I think I will like this after all." She informs me and suddenly she is looking at me again.
"Very good." I cough lightly as if I were unsure of something and then walk out, leaving her with herself; the others may come and visit her later if they must.
But, however this play turns out is beyond me.