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My hands pressed up against the wall, nails digging into it's smooth surface. My tears falling freely to the floor as I awaited my demise. The strike never came. Was I dead already? Where was the sharp intense pain of the blade piercing my flesh? I opened my eyes to see the enigmatic man still in front of me, his weapon only an inch away from my heart.
'He didn't kill me?' I thought with confusion as his arm began to shake violently.
He quickly lowered his weapon and turned his back to me. Many thoughts began to drift through my head, like why this person wanted to kill me in the first place and if that was the agenda…why did he spare me? Could it be because of my power? I really must've had a death wish because my feet began to move my body toward the dark cloaked figure. I jumped slightly as his fist made contact with the table and hesitantly continued to move toward him.
'Yeah I really must have a death wish,' I repeated to myself.
I stopped on the left side of him, suddenly getting the urge to see what he looked like. My golden hair fell over my shoulder as I tried to get a good look at his face, but he quickly turned away from me and pulled his hood down to further conceal his face.
"What kind of trick did you pull on me?" he asked icily.
I flinched at his tone of voice, the tears welling up in the corner of my eyes. I had never been so scared in my life. Then again no one has ever tried to kill me before. The silence was tense as a lump had formed in my throat, preventing me from speaking. After a few moments of uneasy silence, I decided to speak.
"I…I didn't do anything," I replied. I had tried to use my powers on him before he backed me up against the wall, but they had not worked. I began to wonder if this boy was actually evil at all.
"Liar!" he shouted as he turned to meet my face. I backed up a step, frightened by the fact that I could be dead if he was pushed too far. "You must've done something to manipulate me! There's no other explanation."
I looked away from his partially covered face, my bangs falling into my eyes as I focused on the drawing that I had just put up on the wall.
"My powers only work on people with evil hearts. That's why I think it didn't work on you," I explained, it was more easier to say something to him when he wasn't in my line of vision.
I heard the ruffle of his leather coat against the floor signaling that he had moved slightly, but decided against looking back toward his shadowy figure.
He suddenly began to laugh, "You think I have a good heart? Don't make me laugh girl," I could almost hear the smirk on his face.
I sighed, it was true that I didn't know him, but if my powers didn't work on him he must have some good inside of him. However, judging by his last statement he wouldn't want to hear something like that so I decided to explain it differently, "I don't need to know you…I can just sense it. You have been mislead into believing you are evil."
I took a glance at him through the corner of my eye, he had lowered his head to look down into the ground. His lips pressed together into a thin line signified that he was very deep in thought, making it obvious that my words had struck him somehow.
"Please…tell me your name," I said, breaking him out of his thoughts. I didn't understand why I had asked for his name, he had just tried to kill me a few short moments ago.
'He must think I'm strange,' Why wouldn't he? Why ask such a ridiculous question to someone who could be your enemy?
He remained silent for a while longer, more than likely thinking of a hundred different ways that he could kill me right now.
"Riku," I heard his voice say, causing me to look back to him. "That's my name," he finished as he pulled his hood down to reveal his face.
I instantly felt my face heat up at the sight of him. Long silver hair that reached to his mid-back, a handsome face, and the most stunning feature had to be the color of his eyes which reminded me of aquamarines.
"Riku…" I repeated slowly, not wanting to stutter in front of him, "My name is Namine," I replied knowing that it was only fair to give him my name as well.
"I already know your name," he stated nonchalantly as my eyes widened in surprise. How did he know my name? This is the first time I have ever seen him so how? I was about to ask before he beat me to it, "It was on the mission papers."
Mission papers? That must mean Riku is…, "I see…so you're an assassin than," I stated instead of asking. He nodded his head slightly, Riku must work for that infamous group known as Organization XIII. Their leader must've thought that I could become a threat.
"So he's finally coming after me huh?" I asked more to myself, forgetting that Riku was there until I heard him clear his throat.
"Look I'm just following orders. I don't completely understand why Xemnas wants you dead, the only reason I can think of is your ability to alter memories. Ugh…I have to go before I get more frustrated," he said before making a hasty getaway to the door.
"Wait!" I shouted before he was able to turn the doorknob. My eyes widened at my sudden outburst, why did I do that? I should be glad that he is leaving, so why do I feel like I don't want this to be the last time that I want to see him. A blush crept onto my face once again.
"C-Can I see you again…Riku?" Well, I couldn't take my words back now. Around twenty minutes ago I was thinking about how I would live the rest of my life isolated from anybody, why did I want to see him again? I can't also forget the fact that he did try to kill me. I gazed on his figure awaiting an answer, he was completely taken off guard by the question…no surprise there. I'm actually astonished myself.
"How can you trust me? I just tried to kill you! How do you know I won't try to kill you again?!" he asked, his back still facing me.
I thought about it for a moment, remembering back to when I tried to use my powers on him and they had failed to have any effect on him. Maybe it was because of that, maybe he is a good person deep down. Maybe I was curious and I wanted to bring out the good person in him.
"I really can't explain it," I began, "But something is telling me that I can trust you. So is it a 'yes' or a 'no'?" I asked, not allowing him to leave until he had given me his answer.
He continued to remain silent, still being indecisive.
"Please Riku?" I begged, as I stared at his silver hair as it shined brilliantly against the fluorescent lighting in the room.
He let out a long sigh before uttering his answer, "Fine," he replied in a defeated tone. "But just remember one thing…you are the only person I have ever let live. Don't think for one second that I won't try to kill you…okay?" he stated before turning to face me.
I felt my insides jump in happiness knowing that I had convinced him to come back. I smiled at his figure, maybe I could learn more about him the next time we meet. Although I did fell a little creeped out at his last statement, I nodded in agreement.
"One more thing. Don't go wandering around anywhere outside the mansion. I can't have the Organization know that you are alive or I will get into big trouble…okay?"
I nodded at his request as I continued to admire the color of his eyes. They were just so beautiful…I began to wonder if I would be able to copy that color in my artwork. I watched him rake his hand through his silver hair before reaching for the doorknob once again.
"Riku?" I asked, stopping him in his tracks once again.
"What is it this time Namine?" I could tell he was slightly annoyed, he also sounded exhausted.
The blood began to pound against my face for the third time that night, "Y-you…you have the most amazing eyes I have ever seen," I complimented. I think that my love for art had caused me to say such an impulsive statement, but if that was the case why was my heart throbbing against my chest?
"Thanks…I guess. See you later," he replied calmly, I was actually amazed at how calm he was before he shut the door behind him.
I felt my knees give out on my as I sat on the cold marble floor, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Boy was I acting completely out of character tonight. I played the conversation in my head repeatedly. I didn't want anyone to get close to me, yet I wanted to see him again. I sounded like a hypocrite.
'I shouldn't worry about this,' I thought as I got up from my spot in the floor and walked over to the table.
I grabbed my sketchbook off of the floor, placing it back onto the table. I quietly sat back down in my usual seat and grabbed my lead pencil and prepared to draw. It was then I realized…
'I didn't figure out what I had wanted to draw!' I thought clearly frustrated.
With all the comotion that had taken place I didn't have a chance to think about something that could inspire me to continue drawing. I leaned back in my chair, blowing traces of my blond hair out of my face.
'This is going to take a while' I sighed.
Why did the incident with Riku have to happen while I was in the middle of artist's block? I pictured Riku in my head, standing in front of me once again. His intense aqua stare piercing through me as if I were transparent. My eyes snapped open as I came to a realization.
"That's it!" I exclaimed happily as I quickly grabbed my sketchbook, tearing out the page that was full of shapes to a clean sheet.
I smiled softly as I began to scribble the outline of my newest creation. I had done it, no longer would I have to worry about having to give up art because I had discovered something that caused me to continue with my hobby.
'I had found my inspiration.'
Chapter 2 is complete! Very exciting! I actually find it easier to write from Namine's POV for some strange reason lol. I hope you enjoyed reading. Next update will be when I receive 5 review like the last time. After chapter 3 is posted I will begin to update Riku and Namine's stories on the same date. Until next time…reviews and criticism are welcome