Note: This chapter was so fun to write…I just sat down and the words just kept on coming. About Omega-13...it's significant. There's a reason why it wasn't called "Organization 13", so just keep that in mind.

Spoiler: To die or not to die? Wait…I already know the answer to that one! You should too.

Disclaimer: I kind of wish that my Naminé was the Naminé in the game…

First Chapter- His sweet and sour smile

I would never, ever forget the way he smiled. His smile was such a precious and rare thing to me, I loved it so much. His smile was annoyingly contagious and memorable. It felt like just yesterday when I had first ever spoken to him, the first time I ever made him smile. I felt like I won a trophy that night.

His smile was like no other. It was a sweet and sour smile, addicting but dangerous. I wanted to take his smile, bottle it up, and lock it in my heart. Oh, what I would do just to see him smile again- what I would do just to see him again.

I could write on and on about his smiles, but I know we will get nowhere with that. So all I just wanted to say is that I will never forget him, or his lovely smile. His smile, I knew, was going to be a beginning of everlasting friendship-- and maybe even the beginning of our relationship.

-- XXOXX --

I could recall that snowy day clearly, not only because it was the first time it had snowed in ten years, but also because I have about twenty pictures of this scene somewhere in my house right now. The coloring is now faded away, but I could still manage to remember what each rough sketch told. After all, my motto was "one picture is worth a thousand words".

I remember coming back home happily from the scene that had just happened a few moments ago, and going on a rampage of drawing pictures of him. The dark gray sky, the clouded atmosphere, his perfect silhouette from the moonlight. It was like he came out of a fairy tale book or possibly straight down from heaven. Minus the bloody and beaten up part, of course.

But here I am, going ahead of myself. I promised I'd take it slow, so let me just talk about how it all started. Like I had mentioned earlier, it had been a cold snowy day. Kairi, Olette, and I had just come back from Harmonic Drama Prep- the name of our school. Yes, yes. I know. I think it sounds too preppy for my liking as well, not to mention dramatic. But what can I do about it? Besides, it's a coed school so at least I was a girl so it wasn't that bad. Imagine what kind of response our guys got when they told their friends "Oh yeah. I'm from that manly school called Harmonic Drama Prep." It makes me laugh just thinking about it.

We were just awing at the amazing white snow- I was immediately thinking about how to draw it so it will have that perfect halo glow, Kairi was thinking about how to use the snow for a scene in this little drama she was starring in, and Olette was thinking about how the snow could be used to put in her song.

Oh yes. I have forgotten to mention my dear friend Olette. Olette, Olette, Olette. How that name brings both pain and love in my ears. Olette is a major in singing and as much as I hated to admit it back then, she was very talented. She also wrote her own songs, which just showed she not only had a talented vocal but great sense of music and lyrics as well.

I was glad that I wasn't part of the singing groupie, because then I'd have to compete against her for the top. She was really competitive; one of the few things I admired a lot about her. Little did I know her competitiveness would rise up some problems, including a little problematic misunderstood love triangle. But once again, I'm getting off topic here. On to that snowy night.

Olette looked at the fallen snow, her cheeks rosy red with delight. "This is just so magical!" she squealed, scooping down to pick some of the powdery white substance in her hands.

"It is…" Kairi whispered, agreeing with her. "Hopefully it's enough inspiration for you?"

Olette hadn't been writing a single song in three weeks now. Apparently, she needed some kind of deep inspiration to give her some motivation to…forget it. She was just going through a phase of teenage bitchiness, and we all knew it. She just used complicated words to make it seem deep or what not.

Olette scrunched up her nose, as she formed the powdery substance into a solid ball before dropping it down to the floor again.

"No…this won't do. It's pretty and amazing, I'll admit that…but I need something deep! Something that looks…I don't know. You know that quote, 'Some of the most beautiful things could come in the plainest box'? Well, I need something like that!" Olette concluded, before letting out a sigh.

Kairi and I just rolled our eyes at each other and then shared a secret smile. We both didn't favor Olette all that much. For one, she tried to steal Sora away from Kairi (and failed miserably- ha!)…who does that? Second, she was always so dramatic over things- yes, I know. Kairi can be dramatic too. But she has an excuse! Seriously, what kind of actress isn't dramatic? Olette was just a annoying dramatic teenager, not a annoying dramatic actress. Thirdly, she was stunningly beautiful and she knew it. She would always brag about her hair, or her amazing green eyes (the exact damn color I wanted my eyes!) and about her vocal talents. After a while, it was just like….SHUT UP!

Olette noticed that we were both silent, and just shrugged it away. She started to hop, which caused the snow on the ground to fling back at us. I was avoiding the annoying white chunks of icy snow being flung at me and looked to the right of me.

That's when I saw a scene I wished I have never seen in my life.

There were a group of at least ten teenagers- I think that's what they were- in black, ganging up on one kid. They were kicking at him, screaming, spitting, punching, over and over. In that disgusting repeating cycle. I could barely see the person they were aiming at, but I would never erase the expression on the faces of that gang. It was filled with disgust and hate; it almost seemed like they were ganging up at a dirty dog from the way they kept pounding on him. My already cold arms turned numb, and my pale face turned whiter than the color of the snow. I almost threw up when I saw the white snow starting to dye a red color near the whole scene. I prayed to God right then and there, that the kid wasn't dead. What could he have possibly done that he deserved a punishment like that?

Kairi noticed my horror-stricken eyes and followed her eyes to the direction of my eyes. I heard her gasping and breathing in short breaths, which meant she saw it too. I saw from the corner of my eyes that she was shaking and her eyes were starting to water.

I almost jumped when pale, cold hands touched my own.

"Naminé…" I heard my sister shakily say in fright. "Let's…let's hurry and get out of here, before we're next. You don't want to get involved in these kinds of affairs…"

I shook my head. How was she expecting me to just leave him alone there? They were now taking him to a nearby bench, and repeatedly smacked him in the head on the corner of the bench. This cruel humor was just too much for me.

"No, Kairi. We have to do something! At this rate, that kid is going to die!" I cried, tears forming on the bridge of my eyes. I didn't even know why I cared for that boy so much, maybe it was my conscious telling me to help him. Either way, I never regret doing what I did.

Before I could even think about them touching me, I ran up to them and started to try to break them apart. Nothing mattered anymore except saving that poor person, I didn't even realize I was putting my own life in jeopardy. I ran up and started to threaten them for abuse and civil peace.

They just stared and laughed. It scared me how familiar they all looked and how they sounded so…nostalgic. One of them even laughed so hard, his hoodie came off revealing disgusting red hair. It looked like it hadn't been combed in days. Their laughing eventually ceased out, and then they started to look at me with mischievous eyes.

"Eh, Roxas?" the crimson haired one asked. "Who is this girl? Is she your…girlfriend? Something else you've been hiding from all of us? How many secrets DO you have, huh? HUH?" he asked, picking up the tattered and bloody boy by his collar before throwing him away like he was some kind of rag doll.

The name sounded familiar as well, but I paid it no attention as I begged, "Please! Just stop it…" I even got down on my knees and rubbed my hands together. "Please….just…stop…" I cried. I could feel the tension growing between the large group, Olette and Kairi in the background, looking absolutely mortified, and the blood drenched person who was wearing what appeared to be originally a white t-shirt with checkered sleeves.

A white haired man with tanned skin stepped up forward, looking at me right in the eye. My head was dizzy from all the unwanted attention I was getting but decided this was not the time to chicken out.

"Fine." he hissed. "We'll leave him alone. But we'll just warn you-- he's a dangerous child. He's going to backstab you, don't get close to him." he then smiled a disgusting smile, as he grabbed by cheeks with his leather gloves. "A cute girl like you wouldn't want to be messing around with a freak like him." he brought me closer as he whispered in my ear. "A girl like you can do so...much...better."

His greasy voice sent shivers up my spine, and I was colder from my fear of him than the icy winter's winds.

Fortunately, he let go of my face as he motioned for his little group to gather around and leave. I felt one of them brush by me and screech, "You're lucky we don't hit girls."

My heart beat went back to normal only when I was sure they were long gone by now, and I could no longer see their hideous black coats. My immediate intentions were to run over to the person, and ask him if he was okay. He was huddling in the corner, fighting to walk properly so he could sit on the nearby bench. Never have I seen somebody so bloody and tattered up yet ready to battle.

I was blocked by Kairi rushing over to me, and yelling at me for being so rash and careless.

"Naminé!" she cried in terror and relief. "What the heck had gotten into you?! You should've know better…you're lucky they just let you go like that! In fact, it was a miracle! Imagine if they hadn't let you go? Imagine if you got beaten up as well and just died?!" Kairi started to cry as she started to name all the possible bad things that could've happened to me. She hugged me tight, and I couldn't have possibly loved her more at that moment. "Naminé I love you, please don't die on me. You keep doing random things that potentially could put you in danger."

I just nodded, as I melted into the warmness of my sister. "I'm sorry…" I sheepishly answered. "You're right." I joked. "Of course you don't want me dead! Who else are you going to blame on for eating a big piece of strawberry cake?"

Kairi's face twisted from a happy worried face, to just a face of confusion. I wasn't going to let her get away with this one!

"Kairi, I've known you all my life-- you can't fool me. Your acting talents are something, but my lying-twin-sensing powers are just too strong! I'm not mad; I really don't care. I actually find the whole situation quite funny." I admitted.

Kairi's face turned from a confused face to a amused smile.

"Ha! You're brighter than I give you credit for!" she laughed. She laughed big heartily laughs. "Hahaha! But mom falls for it ALL THE TIME! I can't help myself! It's just so funny to watch mommy be all confused and then blame you when she doesn't know what the heck she's talking about!"

I laughed too, and we just stood there in the street, laughing our asses off. Olette just stared at us like we were crazy and occasionally pretended she didn't know us when some passerby's were making cuckoos signs behind our backs.

I suddenly remembered about the boy, and attempted to run over to him. Kairi stopped me dead in my tracks.

"No, Naminé. This is where I draw the line." she said, her voice suddenly harsh and serious. "He'll be fine, you saved his life. You were really brave back there! For that, you definitely deserved to be praised. But…mom is going to go ballistic is she finds out about this, so we'll just pretend this never happened. No more associations with these people, okay?"

I wanted to scream out "No way! I just risked myself, and I don't get to do the best part of befriending this guy?!", but I knew when Kairi had totally made up her mind, she was as stubborn as a goat about it. I just nodded, trying to convince myself that perhaps it is the best thing to do.

"It's getting late, mom's going to be really worried." Kairi announced, flipping up her cell phone to check what time it was. "We should hurry and get home."

I nodded, as we both walked rapidly to the direction of our house. Olette trailed behind, talking about how embarrassing we were. She concluded with, "Naminé, you're so dumb! I can't believe you went out to like save that dude you didn't even see the face of! I mean, if he was all hot and what not, then it'll be like…cool! But he's probably some ugly guy looking girl! Besides, did you see what he was wearing? Who wears a polo with checkered sleeves?!"

I didn't hear a single word of what she said. It came in one ear, and went out the other. All I could think about was the boy. Was he was truly going to be okay? I kept looking back every few while to see if I could see him on the bench. Eventually, I just turned back around and looked at him until he was just a speck of red and black. And even then, I craned my neck to see him more.

-- XXOXX --

I tried to forget about him, I really did. Like you already know by now, being dramatic just isn't my thing. But it seemed like I was going crazy when I thought about him. All I could think about the whole day was about this "Roxas" person, the whole black mob, the beating up. But especially "Roxas". He sounded so familiar, I just couldn't recall where.

I lazily laid on the warm water in my bathtub as I saw the foamy bubbles start to fade away. I tried to think about other important things, like the art contest that was coming up this Friday. The deadline was coming up soon, and I still hadn't even started drawing my picture yet. We were supposed to draw something that truly changed our lives, something so majestically fabulous that everyone would want to be us for having such a sacred memory. I thought about it and the more I thought about it, the more I kept thinking about the scene that had occurred a couple of hours ago. Nothing was more life-changing than that experience. Then again, it wasn't majestic nor fabulous at all.

I rolled around the bathtub, trying to lose myself in the warm water. After many numerous attempts, I finally had my mind cleared out. I almost fell asleep, if it wasn't for Kairi barging in right at that moment. I squealed as I tried to cover my barren self up as much as I could. Kairi glanced over and rolled her eyes.

"My god, Naminé. No one is interested in your anorexic body, give it a rest." Kairi informed, as she took a comb from the bathroom drawer and started to brush her hair.

"And guys are interested in yours?" I countered, although I already knew the answer to my question. Lots of guys were interested in her body, and although we had about the same kind of figure everyone went google-eyed on hers and uninterested on mine. Especially Sora.

"Whatever, I don't have time for this." she replied as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had a pretty bad complex- and as strange as this might sound, she was the most insecure yet conceited person I have ever met in my life. One minute she would ask me, "Why is hair so gross?!" and the next she would be "I love my hair color- it matches my eye color and my pale skin. Don't you wish you had hair like this?" It drove me insane.

"Hey….Kairi?" I asked, trying to change the subject. My voice started to grow a little shakily. Suddenly the steaming water seemed icy, as I realized what my true intentions were.

"What?" she inquired, still not taking her eyes off of the mirror.

"Do you…do you think he's really going to be okay?" I finally managed to ask. It had been bugging me for the past two hours since we came back home, and I needed someone else besides my mind to convince me that he was truly okay.

"He might not be." she straight-out responded. I widened my eyes, as my heart thumped faster than normal rate. "But…" she quickly added. "He seemed like a fighter. I'm pretty sure he'll make it."

"What if he doesn't?" I asked, my voice trembling and small.

"…Then we did our best. There's nothing we could do about it." she calmly said, as she put the brush back in the drawer and quickly glanced at herself in the mirror again. Then she turned to me, and finally said the words I was hoping for.

"You really seem bugged, and if you weren't so desperate sounding then I'd never let you do this…but…if you want, you could go back and see him if he's okay…"

I almost jumped out of the bathtub, before realizing I was completely naked.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you!" I gushed, quickly rinsing myself off.

"Yeah, yeah. Remember to come back home in time and try not to get killed please." she replied. And then she looked at me in the eye and smiled.

"Remember, if mom asks…." she started.

"I'm going out for a quiet walk to get some inspiration, please stop asking me where I'm going. I'm old enough- I won't get raped, I won't get drunk, and I won't smoke or have sex until I'm fifty." we both said simultaneously, before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

She left shortly after and all I could think about as I was drowning myself in Herbal Essence was if he was still there, and if he was okay. I held my hands tightly into a ball as I wished on every shooting star I had ever seen in my life to let him still be there and alive.

-- XXOXX --

I ran until I could no longer breathe, and my lungs felt like they were on fire. I was so obnoxious to see him, but mostly I was scared. I was scared he wasn't going to be there anymore…I was scared that he wasn't even alive. A bunch of thoughts ran through my head. I tried to convince myself that if he wasn't there, then that meant some sensible person noticed all the blood, called an ambulance, which helped him recover swiftly.

My sprinting slowed down as I came closer and closer to the bench that the scene had taken place. My whole body shivered from the winter's cruel icy wind. I had been in such a hurry to get out of the house, all I wore was a sweater. I didn't even bother to dry my hair. My breathing came to a stop as I turned the corner. I closed my eyes, the suspense killing me. As soon as I turned the corner, the bench would be in complete view and I would know whether he left or was still there.

I quickly prayed that he was still in the corner. As I turned, my eyes got out of control and they snapped open.

I couldn't see well in the dim night light and the poles were the only source of providing light, but I immediately recognized the dark figure that was hunched on edge of the bench.

He wasn't lying there bloody and battered up anymore. He was still bloody, but the blood dried out, and it looked more like a stain than a wound. However, I couldn't help but notice the dent in his forehead.

I was grateful he had enough strength left to stand and sit on the bench and indebted that he was still alive. I saw his shadow- he looked so peaceful and quiet. He was staring up at the dark, gray sky. I didn't know what my emotions were right then but I felt like we had some kind of connection. Somehow, he made me have some complicated feeling-- I was warm and bubbly inside. I felt so touched. I gathered up all my courage and went to go sit with him. I wanted to ask why his condition was like, why he was beaten up, if he was okay?

As I got closer and the moonlight shone across his messed up, yet somewhat handsome face, I saw something that completely changed my life forever. He was crying-- not big wet tears of pain from the beating he just gotten, but he looked like it was from betrayal, loneliness, and fright. Right then and there, I knew I fell unconditionally in love with him. Maybe not in love with him as a person, but him as in his soul. He had such a strong spirit and weak heart. I realized right then and there, not matter what, his soul was a fragile glass sculpture and I was willing to pick up the pieces and paste it back together if it ever fell.

I took a mental picture of that scene so I could see the spellbinding panoramic again every time I wanted to come back to it.

The night was dead silent and I heard his soft breathing, and I heard him make little whimpering sounds. I wanted to go right up to him and hug him. I wanted to melt his problems away, to make his everything alright. As much as it tore me apart to break the phantasmagoric scene, I decided to go up to him and befriend him. After all, I had the right, right? I did save his life…

I approached him as silently as my delicate white feet would let me. Cautiously, I sat down as close yet as far as I could get to him. He noticed the extra weight, and the creaking of the wooden bench and looked up. It was then that I saw his pellucid ultramarine eyes-- those eyes cast me on a spell. I couldn't take my eyes off of his own, immediately I was in love with his eyes. Later, it wouldn't just be his eyes I was in love with, but his everything.

He looked at me for a few moments with his eyes wide open in shock, before he went back to staring at the hemal-dyed concrete cement sidewalk. I saw him wipe away the two columns of fresh tears he had just squeezed out. I shifted my feet back and forth awkwardly, not sure of how to start the conversation.

"Are…you okay?" I finally asked, after a long mental discussion about whether I should either say "Are you okay?" or "What the heck happened just now?" or "You have the sexiest pair of eyes I have ever seen in my life." Wait…scratch that last one.

It seemed like forever before he replied back. And the reply wasn't really a friendly one either.

"Get the hell away from me." he coldly said, icier than the winter's wind. So much for befriending him.

I just looked away and sighed out puffs of cloudy air.

"Shouldn't you be saying something along the lines of 'Thank you Naminé for saving my life?'" I asked him, before quickly placed my hands at my mouth. I just realized I gave my name away, something I was taught never to do for strangers.

I heard him spit out some remaining blood in his mouth, before he said in monotone "If you think that you helped me by letting me live, you're dead fucking wrong."

Oh…so he wanted to die beaten up, dead on the street. Wonderful.

"Don't curse…" I muttered, a little loudly. "I deserve at least some credit…and I came back to check on you…"

"Check on me or annoy the fuck out of me with your little moral-of-the-day lines?"

"Look," I started, a little aggravated. But I was interrupted by his rude, yet sexy velvety voice.

"No, you look. If you think that we're going to be friends from now on, you're dead wrong. I'm not even kidding. I would beat the shitting hell out of you right now- girl, guy, transgender- if my hand's weren't in such fucking pain."

"You're…so mean." I sing-songed, not bothered at all about what he said. "Guys like you are so predictable-- all cold and rotten on the outside yet deep and loving in the inside."

I heard him growl in annoyance-- we both knew I just read right through his cold words.

"So let me start over. Hey, my name is Naminé…what's yours?" I asked, although I already clearly memorized his name by heart.

"Art…freak…" I heard him mutter. I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion. He was into art too?

I kept playing around with the words "art freak", seeing what he was meant by those two simple yet hidden-meaning words.

That's when it hit me like a bullet- Roxas! Roxas was the kid in my old school, yes the school where everyone labeled me as the "blonde art freak". He probably exerted the "blonde" freak since he was one himself. No wonder that name triggered something in my mind! Roxas was part of the Omega-13, the biggest gangster group in our school- which is why those teens in black coats seemed so familiar. I always kept my distance around them, afraid of meddling around with such dangerous people. I knew Roxas since he seemed the most innocent and kind-hearted one amongst them all. I was shocked that Kairi hadn't remembered them as well. What seemed the most confusing to me was why his own group members were beating him to pulps. Curiosity sure did kill the cat…

I was just glad he knew who I was at that moment, however. Art freak or not! I suddenly felt special, maybe even proud.

"Yup! That's me." I replied happily. "And you're Roxas, part of the Omega-13...except I guess not really...any…more…" I said, my tone of voice getting softer and serious.

"Heh…so I guess people actually recognized me in that putrid group after all." he managed out, before his breathing started to quicken. I realized that talking was hard for him, since he just had his lungs crushed by the thorny boots of the Omegas.

"I recognized you as the cutest one, the little short stuff with rowdy blonde hair and amazing blue eyes…" I said absent mindedly, not even realizing what I said. He looked at me curiously, with confused eyes before he realized that I hadn't even known what I had just said. What I just said comprehended to my mind right then, and I gasped as I widened my eyes in horror.

"Oh my god! I am so stupid!" I said to myself, slapping my head with my hands. I felt my face redden as I turned my head to the right to see what his reaction was.

It was then that I saw it.

His sweet and sour smile.

I was awed. I was appealed. I was absolutely blissful.

"You…you smiled!!" I squealed triumphantly in glee. "I made you smile!" I even did a victory dance, jumping up and down in the snow.

He must've not known he was smiling himself because as soon as I said those words, his smile quickly turned into a frown. I just kept smiling and hopping, when the slippery snow got the best of me.

"W--woah!" I yelled, falling smack into the wet snow on my behind.

I heard him make little noises snorting noises.

"Hey! Shouldn't you be--" I started, before I widened my eyes. He was laughing. He was laughing a full-hearted laugh. I couldn't control it, I just started laughing myself. So here we were- one crazy girl and one beaten up half to death boy laughing their heads off in the cold winter night, about something so…trivial.

Our laughing eventually ceased, and it became the awkward silence again. But it was him not me who broke it this time. He helped me up from the snow. I swear I was redder than Kairi's hair when I touched his pale, cold, yet comforting and weakened hands.

"Thanks…for earlier. And sorry for being such an ass before, I know you were just trying to help." he said, in a sweet tone of voice. I widened my eyes at his apology and blushed lightly.

"I'm…thank…welcome…" I sputtered out, nervously. Why was he making me so nervous?

I saw him twitch his eyes, as he stared blankly at the moon. He was debating on whether to say something more, or just stay silent. My eyes begged at him to tell me more.

"The…the Omega-13..." he started, not once looking away from the moon. "They…they beat me up because I'm leaving their groupie."

Relief washed over me. I was glad he was finally out of such an dangerous group, but scared that they might come back and taunt him over again.

"Why…did you decide to just leave them?" I asked, suddenly very curious.

"Because I got into a really good school…for talented kids." he replied, still not looking away from the dark night sky. "I was sick of tormenting other people-- doing cruel things. When I got into the school, I realized that this was the one chance for me to change my life around. I caused my parents so much pain, it was sickening. I was tired of my gangster life…"

"Wait…" I asked, anger rising over my body. "So they beat you up like that just because you were moving schools?!"

"Well…and I wanted to stop being part of the Omega-13. It's like a commitment you have to make. Once you're part of it, you really can't get out…I knew the consequences but I chose to still be part of it. So it's my fault really; I do deserve it."

"Nobody deserves a punishment like that!" I sputtered. I was starting to get really mad-- how dare they? Betrayal? All he wanted to do was be a better person! And they beat him up like that? They ruined his unrealistically handsome face because he wanted to actually make use of his life?! If I saw them again, I swear, I was going to rip all of their hair out and stab each of their empty hearts with a dull knife over and over again.

Roxas just shrugged, as he looked over at the now-pissed off me. When I saw his bruised eye, my fists tightly formed a ball and my eyes started to glow red.

"You smell good." he announced randomly, probably in hopes of cooling down the dark aura I was giving off.

It sure worked. I smiled a goofy girl smile, my anger terminated by those three simple words.

"Thank…you…" I replied, thanking the heavens that I took a shower before I had ran off here.

It was complete silence after that, but it was a good silence. It wasn't a awkward silence, but a comforting silence. There was nothing but the starry sky, the moon, and the white snow enveloping our two bodies together in the night.

I wanted to say something really bad, to know more about him, but at the same time I wanted the silence to never break. I just stared up at the sky as well, glancing over at him once or twice a few whiles. I felt my eyelids getting heavier my the minute, and I even let out a yawn. Everything was so perfect…so comforting…

I didn't realize until next morning that I had fallen asleep on the bench with my head resting comfortingly on his shoulder, his arms tightly wrapped around me.

Author Note: I WROTE THIS SO FAST! I'm so proud of myself…and I really, really hate to admit it but I love writing this story. Naminé is not really my person (in fact, I simply despise her) but this chapter was so easy to write. I had a lot of fun, and I thought it was somewhat…cute? Right? Lol.

I updated really fast (actually, the fastest I have ever updated in any of my stories- 3 days!), especially since there were some really nice reviews…and because this story was just simply entertaining to write.

Anyways, please review! You see, people reviewed and I updated fast. So review! If you have time to press that button "Story Alert" or "Favorite Story", you should have the time to write a simple review!

Yeah…so anyways, with much love, xheartsparklex.

Oh yeah, I finally added the é's on Naminé's name. Whoot!

Replies:

Nierx: Yay! I'm glad I brought your attention; hopefully you liked this chapter! You were the first one to review, so this chapter was for thou especially xD!

Kit-Kat Wafer: I totally get what you're saying. I hate Naminé and Sora coupling…ew. I even feel bad writing them together(even with the "and" separating those two names). I especially hate those love triangles between Naminé, Sora, and Roxas. Like ew. Even IF Naminé gets together with Roxas in the end, it's just gross. In fact, I don't read Roxiné stories because usually Sora is involved with that twisted sick love triangle, and please. Sora DOES NOT LOVE NAMINE NOR WILL FIGHT FOR HER. DIE! Lol…But here I am, babbling nonsense. I personally like Roxette better than Roxiné, but don't worry. This story is much better than 200 Pounds of Beauty…I like it a lot better anyways lol. Roxas might die…who knows? LOL. I'm not spoiling anything But all in all, thanks for reviewing.

P.S.: Where you expecting me to write a Roxiné story? It kind of sounded like you were watching me from afar by the way you were like "Finally! You're writing a RoxNami story!"…or maybe it's just me…

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