Simply Simple

Chapter 2: S/N


Zexion woke up the next morning with a killer neck cramp and a back ache from hell thanks to the position he fell asleep in. How he even managed to fall sleep was beyond him; what with the wooden armrest jammed into his back and his neck twisted in a way it shouldn't have been.

The male instantly began to stretch his arms and back as his body literally groaned with a chorus of snaps and pops. Unfortunately, Zexion was no friend to pain. In fact, he had an extremely low tolerance for it. So low that he could barely stand the monthly paper cut he received from his cherished books.

Hey! Don't judge! Paper cuts are right up there with bullet wounds! And Zexion took it like a man … most of the time.

'What the hell forced me to even consider sleeping on the couch last night?' was the question ricocheting off the inner walls of the lavender-haired man's skull. Why sleep on the couch when he had a perfectly good bed to crawl into just a few feet away?

Zexion's answer was quickly resolved the moment he tried to sit up. For some odd reason there was a heavy pressure upon his lower abdomen that kept his tiered body in place, and when he opened his steel-blue eyes to try and figure out what was going on he was met by two separate pairs of azure eyes staring down at him.

"It's about damn time!" I certain pink-haired male spoke, "Where's my breakfast?!"

Zexion quickly shut his eyes, hoping that if he kept them closed long enough then the annoying male would just vanish in a puff of glittery-pink smoke …

"Zexy!" The male whined while violently shaking said teen's shoulder, "I'm hungry!"

… No such luck.

"That's not my problem," Zexion hissed, his voice holding a bitter sting, "so don't touch me!" Marluxia's hand was quickly swatted away.

"Zexy's not a morning person," Marluxia chuckled, stating the obvious to the blonde standing beside him.

Actually, Zexion was a rather pleasant morning person. He often found himself up and out of bed minutes before his alarm clock would sound off at it's usual time; seven o'clock sharp. In fact, mornings were the only time of the day when Zexion was at his best. He was refreshed and revitalized. You could even go as far as saying that he had a skip in his step. It was school that turned his personality into the impassive, frigid bastard that everyone considered him to be.

Yes, school was the culprit. If it wasn't for school he'd be a decent and approachable guy.

If only it were that simple …

The actual root to his 'problem' wasn't just the everyday stress of school, but by the 'incompetent morons' that plagued the school grounds. One of which was currently in his living room demanding breakfast. It was a shame that he'd have to break out the aspirin so soon …

"Marly, you know that's a lie," the blonde spoke with a smug smile upon her charming face, "He just doesn't want to leave his beloved's side."

Zexion's eyes quickly snapped open after this strange comment. He gave Larxene a cold, questioning stare, only to watch her lips further curl into a Cheshire-cat smile; the only smile he never wanted to see upon the young woman's lips. It was an evil, conniving smile that was always the beginning of something horrible.

Larxene's gaze slowly traveled down the male's torso, and Zexion soon found his eyes following her path until they landed on a delicate figure resting peacefully upon his lower abdomen. Soft, golden tresses cascaded over his chest while at the same time hiding the sleeping porcine face. Larxene's cackles flooded Zexion's mind as he stared down at the slumbering girl and the way her petite hands clutched at the front of his sweater with a grip that spoke "please don't leave me."

His dream come true had quickly shifted into a nightmare. Unfortunately, there was no waking up from this horrid dream because he was no longer asleep. Zexion inwardly groaned as he sank back down into the uncomfortable couch as his mind quickly formulated a way to get the attention off himself. Luckily, he was a cunning little bastard and immediately had a plan.

"I don't see what's so funny," Zexion stated, "I mean, you and Marluxia were practically snuggling with one another last night."

Larxene's laughter quickly ceased as she shot the pink-haired male a vicious glare, "He better be lying …"

"H-he is!" Marluxia spat before turning to the lavender-haired male, "Don't make up such nasty fibs, Zexion!"

Zexion's lips rose into his trademark, devious smirk as he let out a silent chuckle, "I only wish I was lying …"

"Knock it off!" Marluxia roared, "Don't joke around with us, you little twit!"

"Shut up!" Lexaeus boomed over everyone's screaming. Unlike the others, Lexaeus was not a morning person, "You were all over each other last night, okay? Now drop it!"

The room quickly feel into an eerie silence as Lexaeus snuggled back into the warm comfort of his recliner, leaving his fellow friends glaring hatefully at one another. However, the silence didn't last long as the faint sound of knuckles cracking echoed throughout the quiet room.

"You're dead …" Larxene snarled, her ragged voice just barely above a whisper.

The glow of death within the woman's eyes was haunting – to say the least – as she lunged for the pink-haired male. The two raced around the living room, coming mere inches from knocking over family portraits and porcine figurines that Zexion's mother collected. If they broke anything it was Zexion's ass that was on the line, and he wasn't about to take the heat for this bunch of imbeciles. Luckily, Larxene caught up to the male and tackled him into the hardwood floor with a thud that rattled the house. Sadly, their fighting didn't stop there as the two rolled around in the floor, coming dangerously close the glass cabinet that harbored the family's fine china.

They needed to be stopped. His house was in danger! He had to do something … but Naminé … but his house

Zexion couldn't handle the stress any longer, so he did the only thing his body would allow him to do … scream.

"Get out of my house!" Zexion shouted above the roar of battle, casting the room in silence yet again as everyone gapped at the lavender-haired male.

Lexaeus quickly took the hint as he rose from the recliner and lifted the two teens from the floor by the collars of their shirts. Larxene quickly brushed the taller male's hand away before storming out the front door on her own while Marluxia gratefully welcomed the assistance that Lexaeus offered; literally carrying him out the door. The soft click of the front door echoed though the still room, finally giving Zexion's the peace of mind he needed, but it didn't clam his rattled nerves as his body continued to quake in rage.

Oddly enough, it was Zexion's quivering body that finally woke Naminé from her peaceful slumber. Her hazy, blue eyes fluttered open as they instantly rose to Zexion's strained face. 'He's trembling … but why?' Naminé's motherly nature instantly clicked on as she reached up to brush away the male's disheveled locks of lavender.

"Zexion?" Naminé's sweet voice questioned, breaking away at Zexion's murderous thoughts, "What's wrong?"

The male's steel-blue eyes fell on Naminé as her caring gaze washed over his body. For reasons unknown, just looking at the girl calmed his nerves and doused his white flash of fury in a matter of seconds. He wasn't sure how she did it, but whatever the reason … he didn't like it. He didn't want to be calm. He wanted to hunt those two bastards down and … and … damn it he lost his train of thought!

"You're friends," Zexion finally snapped before lifting himself from the couch and storming off into the kitchen. He was in desperate need of a hot cup of green tea.

Naminé slowly rose from her place on the couch as she watched with unblinking eyes as her friend trudged off. It was in that moment when Naminé took note of how tousled the living room had become. The coffee table was at an odd angle, the pizza boxes were scattered across the floor along with bags of chips and crumbs from other assorted foods, and a can of fizzy passion fruit had been spilled. 'Was it this messy last night?' Naminé wondered to herself before she rose from the couch and began picking up the trash.

Ten minutes later, the room was back to its original form and Naminé was smiling brightly from her job well done. After gazing at her handy work a moment longer, Naminé grabbed the pizza boxes stuffed with trash and took them to the kitchen to discard them within the trash can.

Zexion, who was once occupying the silent kitchen alone, sighed as he instantly put two and two together, "You didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I did anyway," Naminé replied as she smiled at the lavender-haired teen … who was oddly focused on his cup of steamy liquid.

"Thank you …" the male quietly spoke.

"It was nothing."

"Um … Would you …" Zexion paused as he smoothed his fingers over the surface of his warm cup, "Would you … like me to make you breakfast? I can make some blueberry waffles."

"That sounds delicious," Naminé replied, earning a soft smile from the male.

After their big breakfast, Zexion walked Naminé home while assuring her that if she needed anymore assistance on her Geometry homework then he would gladly help. Naminé thanked him for his kindness and for the breakfast – again – before disappearing into her home and heading straight for the bathroom. Having been over twenty-four hours since her last shower, Naminé felt as though she was overdue.

The blonde quickly shed her school uniform before jumping into the warm spray of water. It felt nice to wash away the dirt and grime from the last few hours, and she loved the way the water relaxed her knotting muscles. Though she would never tell Zexion – afraid of insulting him – that his couch was unbearable to sleep on; then again … he seemed a little stiff too. Naminé shrugged the thought aside as she focused solely on herself and her shower. However, every now and then Zexion would continue to reenter her thoughts, and eventually she couldn't help but realize that the warm pellets of water were nothing compared to the warmth of Zexion's body against hers. 'Odd …'

Once she was done washing off, Naminé dressed herself in a white tank-top and a pair of comfortable pajama pants. Today was her day to relax and unwind from the stressful week of school and all she planned to do was sit at her computer with a tub of double-fudge chocolate ice cream and watch reruns of her favorite television shows.

Naminé plopped down in her computer chair, still ringing water from her hair as she logged onto the internet. Her messenger instantly started up from the activity, but after noticing that none of her friends were online she minimized it so it wasn't in the way. Truthfully, she was disappointed because she loved chatting on the internet. It was the only place where she could be anyone she wanted to be. She could be mean. She could be loud. She could be annoying. And no one in the world would guess that it was little, silent Naminé.

Though, despite her disappointment, Naminé continued on with her usual tasks; first checking her e-mail and then continuing on to check her Deviantart(1) page only to be interrupted a moment later when a message box popped up on her screen. If none of her friends were on … then who was instant messaging her?

ShadowofaLostOne: Ah! You're finally on! I've been hoping to talk with you for a while now!

"Shadow of a Lost One?" Naminé spoke as she read off the unknown screen name. It was defiantly one she had never talked with before.

ShadowofaLostOne: I'm not a stalker if that's what you're thinking … honestly! I was just looking through profiles the other day and yours looked … interesting.

Naminé smiled softly. She never really considered herself an interesting person. If anything she was flattered by the statement. 'Well, I really have nothing better to do …' Naminé told herself as she began typing away.

WickedWitchw/aPen: Interesting, huh? If you say so.

ShadowofaLostOne: Oh good, you didn't block me. XP

WickedWitchw/aPen: No way … I'm not that wicked. Hehehe -winks- So, Shadow, what makes me so interesting?

ShadowofaLostOne: I'd have to say it was your Deviantart page that got me. I … really like your style. It's rough and looks unfinished, but somehow it works.

WickedWitchw/aPen: Thank you! Honestly I don't think my work is that great. My friend calls them kiddy scribbles because of the coloring.

ShadowofaLostOne: What? No way! The coloring is what I love best about it!

Naminé had to admit that this 'Shadow of a Lost One' fellow knew exactly how to get on her good side, and he didn't really seem like a bad person either. At least he wasn't on of those "asl?"(2) guys. They got on her nerves faster than Marluxia with a bad hair day. So, she decided to humor the guy for a short while …

But somehow, a short while turned into three hours …

ShadowofaLostOne: Uh … so I noticed you go to Eastern Destiny High …

WickedWitchw/aPen: Yeah, what about it?

ShadowofaLostOne: So do I. We should hang out sometime!

Naminé froze. 'Someone from my school …?' The blonde nibbled on her lower lip as she pondered the outcome, concluding that it could either go horribly wrong or amazingly for the best. 'Big duh there.' Besides, he didn't seem like a bad guy. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad …

But before she could reply, the other continued.

ShadowofaLostOne: How about tomorrow? Are you busy?

WickedWitchw/aPen: Uh … well … no

ShadowofaLostOne: Great, then we should go to the park? It's supposed to be a really nice day!

WickedWitchw/aPen: So I've heard …

ShadowofaLostOne: Awesome! Meet me at the fountain around noon, okay!

ShadowofaLostOne: Oh … By the way, my name is Roxas.

And with nothing left to say, he logged off without even giving Naminé a chance to decline his offer. He was persistent, Naminé would give him that much. However, what worried her most was his name … Roxas. She knew that name, but where?

Naminé savagely ripped apart her room in search of last year's Yearbook, and when she found it her room was in shambles, but she didn't mind. Instantly she flipped through the pages, starting with the juniors and working her way down to her freshman class. Roxas was a pretty unusual name so when she spotted it she was sure she had the right person. Even though she wished she didn't …

"No, way …" Naminé gasped as she stared down at the picture, "There's just … no way."

The blonde boy starting back at her with his bright, shimmering blue eyes was none other than Roxas Harada. He was the same boy she was partnered up with last year in Physical Science. The very same boy she had a crush on. It wasn't anything big. He was just one of those guys that she considered extremely handsome and would always avoid eye contact with when walking through the halls …

Why was fate being so cruel to her?!

There was no way she could talk with him in person and remain remotely the same as her online personality. It was impossible! Impossible! She would just have to … ditch him. However, as soon as the idea came to mind Naminé's thoughts screamed out 'No! That's too mean!' and she sadly agreed. Who was she kidding? She wasn't wicked at all. She wasn't even wicked enough to kill a bug just for the fact that it was an icky bug … let alone ditch someone in the park.

It was all too clear that Naminé had to seriously think about what she was going to do, but first she needed some R and R with a certain tub of ice cream!

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After a long and agonizing debate with herself last night, Naminé finally concluded that she would hang out with Roxas today. All she had to do was voice every little thought in her head and she should be okay, right? That still didn't stop the blonde from panicking. Maybe she was only worried because she kept considering today a date when clearly they were only hanging out …

Not a date … just hanging out.

Naminé wasn't too sure why she had to keep reminding herself that on the way to the park, but from some reason it made her feel … relieved, but from what? She didn't have a boyfriend so it wasn't as if she was cheating on anyone.

So then why did she feel like she was?

The blonde didn't receive the chance to answer her own question because she was already at the fountain, and there on the other side … was Roxas. Naminé couldn't help but fell as if he were unapproachable. Not because he looked as if he were in a bad mood or anything … but because he was popular and she wasn't. It was one of those fairytale moments where the poor common girl somehow ended up with the handsome prince. Not that she was going to end up with him!! It just felt like what one of those moments would fell like …

"Uh … Roxas?"

The male instantly faced Naminé's direction and for a moment Roxas almost seemed … aggravated, but the second their eyes locked a smile spread across his full lips and his eyes practically lit up.

"Naminé, right?"

"Y-yes," Naminé almost gasped. 'He actually got my name right!'

Roxas pushed his body of the wall of the fountain, stuffing his hands in the safety of his pockets while his eyes studied the girl before him, "You're in a few of my classes …"

"Y-yeah," Naminé replied, "Biology and English."

"That's right! You always sit in the front of the class room."

"It helps me concentrate …"

"I imagine so," Roxas quickly agreed, "You can't slack off while the teacher's right there in front of you."

"At least someone understands," Naminé sighed, "My friends just think it's because I'm trying to be a teacher's pet."

Roxas huffed, "Hardly. No one in the school can out brown nose that Saix kid."

Naminé smiled and wisely chose not to say anything because Saix was always kind to her. He may have a constant need to be on a teacher's good side, but there was nothing wrong with that. As long as you were nice to him, he was always nice to you. You could say it was the unwritten law of respect that most young adults seemed to have … 'conveniently forgotten.'

"So, what are we going to do first?" Naminé questioned, easily changing the subject.

"Well, before we do anything, I need to know if you've ever had sea-salt ice cream."

Naminé thought about it for a moment, and – honestly – she had never heard of it before, "I don't think so …"

"Then you are missing out on the greatest treat invented by man!" Roxas proclaimed, "Come one, there's always a vender that sells it around here."

Naminé giggled as she followed after the enthusiastic young male. She had never seen someone so worked up over something as trivial as ice cream in her life. It was so … adorable.

After they purchased their ice cream – Roxas literally having to beg Naminé to by hers – they found one of the many empty park benches and sat down to enjoy one another's company and the icy dessert.

Naminé took a hesitant lick of her frozen treat before gasping, "It's salty?"

"Hence the name 'sea-salt' ice cream," Roxas chuckled as he happily licked at his own popsicle, "I buy one of these at least every other day. They're so addictive!" He smiled as he turned to Naminé, who was still taking cautious licks, "Do you like it?"

"It's … different …" Naminé replied before quickly adding, "But different isn't always a bad thing."

Roxas smiled, happy with her answer as a comfortable silence fell between the two. It wasn't until a few minutes later when Naminé decided that she shouldn't have let the conversation die down so quickly. It wouldn't seem like … herself.

"So … Shadow of a Lost One … How did you come up with a screen name like that?" Naminé casually asked, "I mean … it seems a little depressing, and you're so … cheerful."

"Actually, I got it from a video game," Roxas chuckled even though the flicker of sadness within his eyes said otherwise. However, Naminé was too busy eating her ice cream to notice, "What about your screen name?"

"Um … well, wicked is usually associated with witches, and I used witch because I'm … Wiccan," Naminé hesitantly replied.

"And 'with a pen' cause you're an artist?" Roxas assumed, "Nice. A lot deeper than mine."

"Yeah …" Naminé spoke as silence fell between the two once again, but this time it wasn't a claming silence, at least not to Naminé.

Her eyes continued to shift to the blonde next to her, examining and studying his reactions. Most people always became uneasy around her when she announced her religion, but for some reason Roxas didn't seem bothered by it. However, that didn't stop Naminé from asking, "That doesn't bother you?"

"What?" Roxas questioned around his ice cream.

"That I'm … Wiccan …"

"Why would it?"

It was such a simple question, and yet it left Naminé stunned. Her only reply came as a barely audible, "I don't know …"

"Does it bother a lot of people?"

"Most of the time, yes …"

Roxas thought about it for a moment while he slowly licked at his favorite treat, "Well, don't worry about what everyone else thinks. They're just closed-minded losers."

A small smile graced Naminé's lips. It was nice to know that Roxas was willing to accept a side of her that she hid from most of the world, but really she was just amazed that he didn't care at all. But now that he knew … would he be one of those classic teen movie preps who would run off and share her secret with the world? Her better judgment didn't trust him while her heart believed that he was better than that.

Naminé, unaware that she was falling back to her lost-in-thought ways, remained silent as she stared at her blue treat. She was so unaware of her surroundings that she neglected to notice Roxas' blue gaze practically locked upon her from. She didn't notice the way his eyes softened when they watched at her, or how he was letting his beloved treat melt on his hand and sneakers. However, she did notice the pellet of water that splashed upon her arm.

Shocked from the sudden touch, Naminé blinked out of her trance as her eyes rose to the sky to find dark clouds looming overhead. The only reason she hadn't notice them before was because they had yet to block out the joyful sun rays.

"I thought you said it was supposed to be a nice day?"

Roxas followed Naminé's gaze to the sky and frowned when a droplet of water smacked his cheek, as if saying "Got'cha sucker!"

"Shit!" Roxas cursed as he rose from the bench, "Come one, Naminé, lets head home before … it starts … raining …" Roxas mentally curse the weather's impeccable timing.

That's right, over the time that it took Roxas to spew out his sentence it began to rain, and not just a drizzle … it was a downpour. The boy's once stylish spiky locks fell limp around his cheeks in a matter of seconds as the look of pure hatred graced his once smiling face.

Naminé giggled at their predicament as she trashed the remainder of her sea-salt ice cream before grasping the boy's wrist and giving it a gentle tug. "Come on, we need to find some kind of shelter."

"Not that it really matters anymore," Roxas huffed as he followed after the girl, only to take the lead a few seconds later as he pulled her under a tree which was just a tad dryer than just standing out in the rain.

Thunder rumbled throughout the island as the two began wringing out their clothes and hair, thought it didn't help much since they were still getting rained on. What an awful way to end their short-lived, friendly get together.

"Well … apparently the weatherman forgot to mention the random isolated shower," Roxas spat as he leaned himself against the rough bark of the tree, "I'm sorry …"

"It's okay, a little rain never hurt," Naminé replied, "But lightning does … and I don't feel very comfortable standing under one of the tallest trees in the park …"

Roxas let out a nervous chuckle as he began to scan their surroundings, "Good point. Can you help me look for a better place?"

"I think there's a gazebo down by the pond."

"Then lets get going," Roxas spoke as he gently clasped Naminé's hand within his own before running back into the rain.

"You're going the wrong way!" Naminé giggled as she followed after the boy, but not by her own free will.

"I knew that …" Roxas huffed before changing directions, only to be tugged the right way a second later by Naminé.

The two continued through the park, hand in hand, as their chests heaved raspy breaths that escaped their lips while the wind and rain beat against their tiered bodies, but neither seemed to care. They spotted the gazebo in the distance a minute later; their place of shelter. However, someone with a higher power had other plans.

It all began the moment when Roxas decided that taking the path down the hill would waste too much time, so instead began down the slippery slope on his own; putting a little too much trust on the traction of his worn-out sneakers. Naminé, though a little more cautious in her sandals, bravely chose to follow after the boy, which instantly turned into a mistake the moment Roxas' foot slipped on a muddy patch of soil. Poor Naminé was the only thing keeping Roxas from sliding down the hill on his ass, but that didn't last long. Two seconds after Naminé took on the extra weight her trackless sandals slid sending both teens tumbling down the hill.

Oddly enough, Naminé proved to be more aerodynamic than Roxas and reached the bottom of the hill first. She laughed at their misfortune as she tried to lift herself from the ground, only to be pinned against it a moment later. The collision was purely accidental and avoiding it was inevitable, but the outcome was something that was … unexpected.

Roxas had landed on top of her!

And to make matters worse, their lips were just millimeters from contact!

Naminé's breath caught in her throat as she stared – dumbfounded – into the blue orbs of her male companion. In fact, they were all she could stare at. His large eyes had taken over her world … and there was nothing she could do about it. She was held captive under the male's azure gaze. So, Naminé did the only thing she could think of … she continued to stare.

She took in every sight this moment had to offer, starting with the rich, vibrant hue of Roxas' eyes. It was as if she was staring into true essence of the sky. Naminé was amazed – awestruck – by how handsome the boy had become because of something as simple as rain. His once spiky locks were now hanging around his face – framing it nicely – while his dampened shirt clung to his skin, allowing Naminé's roaming eyes to gaze at every curve of his semi-athletic figure.

Handsome was no longer a strong enough word. Gorgeous. No! Godly was more like it!

Okay, maybe she was stretching it a little with that last one, but you have to take into consideration that the girl is pined beneath said guy. Her brain ceased nearly all functions the instant their bodies came into contact with one another.

"I … I'm sorry!" The boy stuttered, fumbling with both his words and actions as he quickly crawled off the girl.

It was a good thing no one was around. That would have been an embarrassing position to have been discovered in. One would have assumed that the two had just pulled out of a drawn-out, passionate kiss what with their cheeks flushed and cheats heaving from the run. Then there was the way Roxas' knee was carefully positioned between the girl's legs that hinted at something more … erotic that should be done in the privacy of one's home and not in the middle of a public park. Though that didn't stop some people from doing it anyway.

It also didn't help that Naminé's sundress had literally become transparent thanks to the rain. Yes, it was obvious little Naminé didn't expect rain, and it was obvious little Roxas didn't expect to see the lacey bra and matching panties beneath Naminé's dress otherwise he would have worn a baggier set of pants.

So, while Roxas' mind pondered on other things such as men with a case of plumber's crack, saggy old ladies, and his mother's horrible cooking, he stripped himself of his jacket and handed it to Naminé. All the while he kept his eyes from traveling back to the young, attractive blonde seated beside him.

Naminé eyed the short-sleeved jacket before letting out a small giggle, "I admire the generosity, but I don't see how your soaked jacket is going to help me."

"Trust me … it'll help," Roxas muttered his eyes remained fixated on the grass below, "Please put it on."

Naminé decided it was best not to ask why the male was suddenly offering his jacket – which was clearly designed for looks and not warmth – and slipped into it anyway. It wasn't until she was adjusting her clothing when she noticed the true reason for his generous action.

"How embarrassing …" Naminé muttered as she tightened the jacket around her upper torso.

"I'm sorry it's not longer …"

"It's okay, but I hope you don't mind me leaving."

"I understand …" Roxas sighed as he rose from the ground and offered the girl a helping hand, "Can I walk you home?"

Naminé replied with a small nod as she gratefully welcomed the assistance and followed Roxas out of the park. The two remained comfortably silent as they walked home through the rain; each lost within their own thoughts. Every now and then Naminé would offer directions to her home which – thankfully – wasn't too far away even though the trip went by rather smoothly thanks to Roxas. He was kind enough to position himself in the line of sight from others who were wandering around in the rain, hiding Naminé's panties from the world.

Honestly, Naminé expected something was going to go wrong. She was never the kind of person that attracted good fortune. Roxas, on the other hand, believed that nothing was going to go wrong. After all, it was supposed to be a perfect day. It was supposed to be the perfect date. He had so many other things planned out like a paddle boat ride around the pond, and lunch in the garden … Not anymore.

'Stupid weatherman …' Roxas wasn't quite sure why he was so devastated that today had turned out the way it did. Maybe it was because he had put so much thought into their little get together when normally he wouldn't have bothered; letting it be spur-of-the-moment and care free like everything else in his life. But, for some odd reason, he wanted today to be different. He wanted it to be …

Special.

"Um …Naminé?" Roxas sighed as his eyes quickly darted to the dirt, "I'm … sorry today turned out so, crapy …"

"I wouldn't call it … crapy."

"How about a disaster?"

"Yeah, that's more like it," Naminé giggled, "But a fun disaster. If that makes any sense."

Roxas smiled, "If you say so."

"Do you … want to stay until it stops raining?" Naminé shyly asked.

"No thanks, my house is just a block away," Roxas replied, "I'll be fine."

"H-how about an umbrella? You can give it back at …" Naminé trailed off the moment Roxas began to chuckle.

"Please, Naminé. What good is an umbrella going to do for me now?"

"Good point …"

"Hey … um … do you want to try and hang out again some other time?" Roxas questioned, his eyes once again avoiding Naminé, "Maybe somewhere inside?"

"That sounds nice," Naminé answered before she even had time to think about it.

"Great!" Roxas smiled as he began to back out of Naminé's yard, "I'll see ya later!"

"Bye … Roxas," Naminé muttered, her eyes never once leaving the boy's retreating form.

A soft smile graced Naminé's lips as she tightened her arms around her delicate form, but not because she was cold. In fact, she wasn't cold at all despite her soggy condition. What she was really trying to do was give Roxas' jacket a gentle hug … in hopes that the young male would somehow feel it. Truthfully, it was a pointless cause, but it made Naminé bubble with happiness, and that was all that mattered.

However, it was in that moment when Naminé felt a twinge of guilt … the same kind of guilt she felt before … as if she were betraying someone.

But why?

… Why did she feel this way?


Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts nor do I own Deviantart or the internet. XP

S/N: screen name.

(1)Deviantart- Is an actual website that allows armature and professional artists post their work for the world to see!!

(2)ASL- Age. Sex. Location. ((Personally I find it rude when people ask this before even saying "hi" first. On a good day I make it my personal goal to give these people hell!! XD It's fun!))

Hikari: Ha Ha! Roxas finally comes into the picture … and I know it may seem like he's not … "his emo self" … but that'll be explained later. But for now, let the drama unfold!! X3 Also, before I forget, I'm always open to any kind of suggestion you – the readers – might have. So if there's something you want to see happen then you are more than welcome to suggest it. I also appreciate those who may find a few mistakes in my writing like spelling or grammar. If you find any, don't be shy, point a spotlight at it. XP

In other news, I'm happy to see that a few people actually enjoyed the first chapter enough to review, and even add it to their fav or alert list! It's because of them that I began working on this chapter. So give thanks!! Anyway, I hope that this chapter is at least as good as or better than the last one. I worked hard on it so it better be!! X3

So, now that I'm done with my rant you may review and motivate me to start on the next chapter!! Yay!!