A Thing Called Irony - Chapter Three

Naminè's Got Balls?

A/N: Lol, I remember making this chapter back in 2013. Now here we are, three years later, on the same chapter...

Warning: The parents got a serious makeover.

Disclaimer: The day I own Kingdom Hearts is the day rainbows shine black.

GO!


Naminè sat in the chair across from her mother, who was uninterestedly flipping through her work notebook, and in front of her father, who was clicking away on his laptop and main computer. When the blonde sat, a response was not seen from the two parents as they silently continued their uneventful activities. Naminè stayed quiet as well, watching with her breath steady as Kitoi bowed and left the room. Finally, her mother, Marcella, broke the silence.

"I knew these no-name handbags wouldn't sell. This is what I get for trying to be charitable." She frowned, seeming to personally take offense to whatever she was looking at. Naminè simply blinked at her mom's rant. If anything, the atmosphere was the same as it was when she left for school that morning, so hopefully that meant they still didn't know about Terra. Hopefully. Her parents were good at faces.

Looking over his work on the main screen, Ryouta started in clear disinterest, "How are you, sweetheart?"

It was like a speech one would give at a formal event. How's everyone doing tonight? Actually caring was like a formality sometimes. It didn't really matter what Naminè replied with because as long it fits what he expected to hear in return, her father would simply move on to the next point in the speech. "I'm doing well today. Midterms are coming up soon, so Kairi and I have been studying."

Ryouta made a brief sound of acknowledgement. "I saw that she had been present more often recently." Naminè didn't comment on the matter, hoping not to go down that road again. Her father wasn't the biggest fan of her friends, her father or her mother, and it took many long discussions to get them approved, if only slightly. "But that's beside the point. Your mother and I recently had a brief consultation with your sister, Larxene, and she has me curious to see if discipline has taught her well over the years she's been on her own. We've decided to welcome her back during the weekends to see if her behavior's improved from her teenage years."

This was news to Naminè ; her parents weren't really on good terms with her older sister. And, of course, that's putting the situation lightly. When Naminè was fifteen, her parents put her older sister out of the house for being too much of a loose cannon. It was the reason her parents were so strict with Naminè . In their eyes, her older sister was a rebel, a ruffian, queen of that disconcerting public school. It took a lot of pleading and smart thinking to let Naminè stay at Twilight High.

"With that being said," Ryouta continued, now looking Naminè in the eyes, "I expect the very best behavior out of you. I mean it, Naminè . There will not be another clown in this family."

And there it was. After all the Thank you!s and You're so kind!s to the applause, and after all the I would like to thank... are out of the way, the main message is delivered in the most iconic one-liner, leaving the crowd stumped and speechless, if not in tears. To think that the point of Naminè being here was to get reprimanded for wrongdoings she hadn't even done yet wasn't even shocking anymore. She simply smiled with her back straight and awarded his remarkable speech with the response he deserved. "Yes sir."

And just like that, her mother dismissed her with a distracted kiss on the cheek and a reminder to wash up before coming down for dinner. However, despite the terse lecture, the relief Naminè felt after walking away was phenomenal! Upon leaving her father's office, Naminè found Kitoi standing near the office door, face as slack as ever. He was just one of those guys that gave Naminè a bad feeling. He had the glass eyes of a hawk, always cold, always searching. Even when he wasn't around, she felt his eyes watching her. It was because of her older sister that Kitoi was so straight-laced. And it was because of Kitoi that she was no longer a resident of this house.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kitoi." Naminè smiled warmly.

The butler stared shortly before squaring his shoulders slightly and monotonously saying, "It is evening, young mistress. And a good one to you as well."

Naminè didn't know if he knew his words held double meanings, but the thought made a chill touch her spine and up to the crown of her head. Did Kitoi know about Terra? With a nervous bow, Naminè hurried upstairs to her room and closed her door as quickly and as quietly as she could. Things were becoming too stressful to the blonde, she had never had so many delusions before and it was certainly wearing at her mind...

When Naminè finally calmed her nerves, she made a bee line straight for her computer and wiggled the mouse for the screen to load up again. She immediately clicked to her profile on the THS website with the intentions of promptly resolving the problem with Terra, but when she saw that message, she couldn't help but to stare at it, rereading it over and over. It made her heart feel uncomfortably swollen, like every heartbeat was ten times as strong beating against her chest. Everything Kairi had said about the brunette was echoing in her ears and now Naminè felt conflicted. Terra didn't seem like a bad guy at all, but during their confrontation earlier, she had felt nervousness instead of lovestruck. He wasn't her knight in shining armor.

You do realize this is highschool right?

That's right. This wasn't a fairytale, it was highschool. Naminè frowned at the thought. Why'd she feel so reluctant to accept his offer then? Shouldn't she feel more enthusiastic about it? Right now, she felt more like she was about to walk straight off a cliffside. Naminè didn't know what to do, she didn't know if she'd be making the wrong choice if she said yes or not. He was handsome, yes, and very kind. But what if there was some hidden thing about him that Naminè would come to regret in the future? It had been over ten minutes that Naminè had been sitting at her computer, just staring at the words on her screen until her eyes roamed down to the comments. They were all somewhat the same, asking whether or not Naminè was taken or when Terra became such a sap for romance. There was a comment, though, that Naminè recognized immediately.

Kairi Candy says:

wat hav u got 2 lose, nams? go 4 it

Naminè's eyes widened. She could come up with excuses for why not to do it all day, but when she read that, she realized, "What do I have to lose?" Kairi was usually the first person to cut someone off if they had any ideas with Naminè, knowing the blonde's parents and whatnot, but now that the redhead was practically pushing the brunette to her, was Naminè suppose to make a move? The apprehension was still definitely there, but now under adrenaline. Kairi knew all about boys... again, most of the time. Who better to take advice from? She wasn't nine anymore, she wasn't some defenseless kid anymore. She could make her own decisions and face her own consequences. Naminè had her own mind as well as her own heart. What did she have to lose, afterall?

For some reason, Naminè felt more alive all of a sudden. Everything on her body felt on edge and as she typed her reply, it only increased with her heart rate.

Naminè Ferrand to Terra Vinsley:

A movie sounds fun. I'd love to, Terra. :)

Naminè smiled as she reread her reply. This feeling was so new, and almost addictive. There was a rush in her and she felt so giddy now. She had just said yes to her very first date! How would it go? Was she going to get her first kiss? Was she going to enjoy the date? Were they going to have a second date? Was Terra the one? Was he the gentleman she hoped him to be? Oh man, she coudn't wait. Her entire life, Naminè prided herself of her patience and will power to wait on something if it was truly worth waiting for. But now she couldn't seem to stop wishing that the day would come faster. Is this how Kairi felt with Sora? The anticipation and nervousy of it all was killing her. It almost felt like she had a mild stomach ache, but she knew it was only butterflies.

Naminè didn't know how long she sat there, smiling almost stupidly at her typed message, before a dinging sound brought her eyes to the message icon which was now flashing with a one beside it.

Terra Vinsley to Naminè Ferrand:

Oh man, really? You won't regret making that choice, I promise. We'll have an awesome time.

To say Naminè's heart was racing was a small, microscopic comparison to the earthquake-meteor-shower-elephant-stampede it was now experiencing. Breathing without hyperventilating was a surprising challenge. The feeling, however queasy it felt, was amazing. The blonde felt so warm and fuzzy, it was like she was suddenly a different person. She waited a moment, thinking of the right thing to say before typing a response.

Naminè Ferrand to Terra Vinsley:

Wonderful! Which movie are we going to see?

Not a minute later, her computer chimed once again. Naminè's heart thudded harder at the sound, like it was going to beat straight out of her chest. She was definitely sure all the blood in her body was now in her face, making even the air around her warm.

Terra Vinsley to Naminè Ferrand:

Do you like comedy?

Naminè Ferrand to Terra Vinsley:

I love comedy:)

Naminè had to stop herself from immediately sending off the message. She didn't want to seem too attatched to the conversation, even though she really, really was. It was like she was in a trance, staring at nothing but her computer screen until her message icon flashed again.

Terra Vinsley to Naminè Ferrand:

Great! We can see Candy Crush the Movie if that's cool with you.

Naminè Ferrand to Terra Vinsley:

Totally! I saw the trailer, it looks amazing. I can't wait to see it! When should we meet there?

Terra Vinsley to Naminè Ferrand:

Maybe around four? But, hey! Don't worry 'bout all that. I'll pick you up.

Naminè smiled at his humor and his chivalry. She was finding more and more reasons to get excited about their date. The idea of getting picked up was sweet, but sadly not at all possible. Her parents would have a cow if some random guy strolled up to the gates asking for their daughter. There would be no telling how much trouble she could get in.

Naminè Ferrand to Terra Vinsley:

You're too sweet. But you don't have to trouble yourself like that, I'll be more than happy to just meet you there.

Terra Vinsley to Naminè Ferrand:

Awwe, it's no trouble to me at all picking you up, Naminè. I don't mind whatsoever escorting you to the best date you'll ever go on.

Naminè blinked in surprise at his persistence. She didn't know whether to feel flattered or bothered by his refusal to let her make her own choice in the matter. Now she had to figure out how to tell the guy to lay off and that she was fine with getting there on her own. But she couldn't just outright say no, right? And by the looks of it, he wasn't really someone who took being told no well anyway. Naminè panicked slightly as the time on Terra's message increased. 1 minute ago. 2 minutes ago. 5 minutes ago. It never stopped and Naminè didn't know how to get around that suggestion without sounding mean.

Naminè Ferrand to Terra Vinsley:

The best date, you say? I hope you don't mind me holding you to that. I live on 116 Skyelane Cr. down the road from the community pool.

Naminè really hoped Kairi didn't mind her using her address. What other choice did she have? Terra just didn't seem to want to drop the escorting thing. It was sweet, but the brunette didn't see what a bind he was pushing her in.

Terra Vinsley to Naminè Ferrand:

Got it! So how about this Saturday? We could go out for a bite to eat later and that shopping I promised:)

And just like that, Naminè was wrapped back into the conversation, as if a swaying watch in front of her face was putting her into a deep trance. Even after she got called for dinner, thankfully by Minani this time, her mind never released its thoughts of Terra and their date.


"So are you nervous?" Kairi asked. When Naminè first got in the redhead's car, she had this really bright smile on her face. Now, after about ten minutes of silent driving, Naminè's smile simmered into a small curve in the corner of her lips. Still a smile, but now one that seemed out of place on the rest of her contemplative expression.

Naminè huffed the closest she's ever came to a snort. Nervous? Nervous is your first day of highschool. Nervous is your first stage performance in front of thousands of people. Nervous is your first roller coaster ride. This was so beyond nervousy that Naminè was literally breaking out in a cold sweat the closer they got to the redhead's house. It's one thing to message a guy behind the safety of your computer screen or your cell phone for four days, but communicating face-to-face alone was such a far step out of her comfort zone that she considered feigning illness and calling the whole thing off.

"Just a little..." Naminè smiled, making the redhead laugh with her gentle sarcasm.

"It's not as scary as it might seem. This sounds real cheesy, but the key to dating: just be yourself. You're not trying to impress him or make him think a certain way of you, you're just having a good time getting to know each other. If he doesn't like the Naminè that you are, he's not worth your time. But I doubt that'll happen because you two are seriously soul mates." Kairi laughed.

Naminè let out a breathy laugh as well. The redhead had been going on about how they were destined 'soul mates' since she found out about their date. Naminè didn't even have to tell Kairi anything the day after talking to Terra on the computer, she already knew-heck the whole school did. It was overwhelming, having so many questions thrown at you, hearing whispers around you, having so many stares your way, Naminè hated it. The blonde didn't understand why her private life was any of their business anyways.

"Thanks for the advice, Kai." The blonde said, waving away the thoughts fogging her mind. "What about conversation advice?"

Kairi thought on that for a minute before humming happily. "Get-to-know-you questions are your best friend. Whenever the conversation dies down and there's like this hella awkward silence between you two, retreat to your get-to-know-you questions. Exhibit A," Kairi then stayed quiet for a few seconds, the sudden pause in conversation confused Naminè. The blonde didn't know if Kairi was demonstrating anything or if she was just finished talking. Then out of nowhere, the redhead spoke up cheerily, "So, Chinese or Japanese?"

Naminè blinked before slowly answering, "Chinese?"

"Why? Japanese animes are the shit and J-pop totally rules." Kairi nonchalantly replied, stunning the blonde with such a wild topic change.

"I like their traditional architecture more I guess... what's anime?" Naminè asked.

Kairi laughed as they slowed down at a snowy four-way stop. "See? Always rely on your get-to-know-you questions and conversations will be a breeze." The redhead explained.

Naminè nodded her head understandingly. The advice took enough off her nerves to actually allow her to look forward to their date again. Now that she had a plan B if things became to awkward, she started to think of things she'd always wanted to ask Terra over text message, or even the brief times they met up at school during the week, things she thought may be a little soon too be asking. Like, what he always looked for in a girlfriend or what attracted him to her, things that she had already envisioned an answer to.

Naminè really thought this date would be absolutely perfect, like she'd always imagined. A nice, handsome guy who took things slow with Naminè to ensure she was never uncomfortable with anything, who was willing to go shopping if it would put a smile on her face. Naminè couldn't think of a time in her life where she felt so sick from raging butterflies. And when Kairi pulled up into her driveway, the butterflies multiplied and she had a heartbeat fast enough to feel in her toes.

"Okay, I've got an idea." Kairi started, shifting the car into park and turning the key enough to turn the car off but to keep the radio playing in the background. Oddly enough, the song playing was some really poppy love song. "How about I just mkae you an advice book? Anything you have problems with or questions on, just tell me, and I'll add advice to the book."

Naminè faced the redhead with an awestruck smile. "You'd do that? Thanks, Kairi."

Kairi smiled warmly. "I'm getting so old... it feels like just yesterday you were doodling so innocently in your sketch pad in Mr. Saix's class... Now you're off dating and falling in love..." The redhead sighed dramatically and Naminè let her shoulders sag when she shook her head fondly and laughed.

"I believe that was yesterday, and I don't believe I'm quite in love right now." The blonde giggled, finally getting out of the car. The time was a quarter to two, so they had about two hours before Terra showed up. Why the redhead wanted to come get Naminè so early, the blonde really didn't know, but when Kairi got out the car and looked the blonde up and down, Naminè figured it out pretty quickly.

"Not that I don't agree with your choice of outfits for a first date, Nams, but we need a little tune up." Kairi said, scrunching her nose slightly at the blonde's simple white evening dress. For its simplicity, a short, white dress with a creme faux fur trim cardigan, Kairi knew the outfit was at least two-hundred dollars. To Naminè, it was a plain, ordinary dress that could be worn around the house on an average saturday without much thought, but to Kairi, it was a freaking prom dress.

"Why? Is it too plain?" Naminè asked worriedly, reflexively looking down at her dress.

Kairi laughed before shaking her head similar to how Naminè did earlier. "That's not it, trust me. How about something a little more casual?"

Naminè probably still didn't understand what was wrong with her attire, but Kairi brought her inside her single-story house anyway. Naminè's mother, the redhead remembered, wasn't a fan of humble fashion. Naminè didn't even own a pair of jeans or a t-shirt unless it was given to her by Kairi. So the redhead really should have seen this coming.

Kairi sat Naminè down on the foot of her bed before scrunching her nose again in thought. "Alright, we have two hours to get you ready for a diary-worthy date. Let's get started."


A/N Gurl: Naminè 's outfit in the car was a short, white evening dress with a creme faux trim cardigan, creme tights, white heels, and red jewelry. Fuck it up bitch! Yassss!


Deleted Scene.

"Someone freakin' owes me ten dollars, because I so saw this coming. Terra A-student-muscle-man-walking-girl-fantasy Vinsley and Naminè school-sweetheart-powerpuff-girl Ferrand? Who didn't see this coming?" Sora prattled.

Naminè rolled her eyes fondly as the four sat around in homeroom. Sora and Kairi called an immediate intervention to discuss Naminè's sudden flirtaciousness. Apparently the information of Terra and Naminè going out was the talk of the entire school. Naminè didn't understand why exactly, but it was and it was kinda creepy how everyone was talking about something they had nothing to do with. That fact didn't really bother Naminè as it did confuse her. Didn't they have their own relationships to worry about?

"Can't really say I saw this coming." Riku smirked, crossing his arms while leaning against Sora's desk beside Naminè's. "Now I'm the only one aboard the single's cruise."

Naminè giggled softly and Kairi snorted, lowering her phone from her face to raise her auburn eyebrows. "Riku, seriously, just pick a girl. They're literally waiting for you to pick like daisies."

"You know he's too much of a loner to do something as social as that, Kai." Sora leaned his jaw into his palm, smiling widely at the silverette's rolling eyes. Riku arched a silver eyebrow at the phone in the brunette's hands.

"Coming from the guy who texts his girlfriend two feet away from him." The silverette smirked. Sora stopped in the middle of his text and flashed a smile entirely too bright for eight in the morning.

"Would you rather us resume our conversation aloud?" Sora asked before turning his sultry eyes to Kairi whose desk was across from Naminè's. "Mmm, I'd love that cause I know you're so good at-"

"That's a new nasty, man." Riku groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Naminè didn't know if Kairi got her dirty mind from Sora or if it was the other way around, but boy was it getting worse as the days went on. Naminè worried about those two. What did they do when they were alone?

"That's actually not what we're talking about at all." Kairi smirked, that glint in her eyes telling the actual truth.

"Yeah?" Riku asked dubiously, snatching Sora's phone from his hands and reading it above the brunette's head. Kairi's eyes widened and Sora shouted as he jumped out of his desk to try and get it back.

"Riku! Stop playing! Give it here!" Sora hollered, literally trying to climb Riku's body in order to get his phone back.

Riku smirked and held the phone up higher, now trying to read its contents. "Ever thought about getting freaky in school's office? Ooh, that'd be so sexy. We should try it. Should we? Yeah, totally. If we did, what would you do to me? What would you want me to do to you?"

"Riku!" Sora, Kairi and Naminè squealed.

Riku laughed. "Not what you're talking about, huh?"

"Riku, give it back man!" Sora whined.

Naminè watched the scene in front of her with little laughs here and there as Sora damn near tackled Riku to the ground for his phone. That's best friends for you. While Naminè watched Sora and Riku fight over the brunette's phone, Naminè's own phone started vibrating in her bookbag. When she got it out, the first thing she noticed was Terra's name on the screen. The biggest smile Naminè's ever manage to openly make spread across her pink lips as she read the text.

Your smile is really pretty, would love to admire it up close.

Naminè's smile brightened that much bigger and she was thankful that Kairi was too busy trying to help Sora retrieve his phone to notice her smiling so stupidly. Terra was just too sweet.

Where are you? We should see each other before first period!

It was weird how much of her comfort zone Naminè never knew of, because apparently talking to boys was in it. The blonde had gotten so used to Terra that talking to him now didn't make her feel sick like it did the night previous, but elated and so full of hyperness.

As creepy as it sounds, I'm here watching you from afar.

Naminè looked up almost immediately to see Terra smiling at her through the doorway of the classroom. Since Kairi, Sora, and Riku were currently busy on the floor fighting for a cell phone... still, Naminè slipped out of her desk and met Terra at the door.

"Hi." Naminè smiled, butterflies starting up again with enough energy to put out a country. It was a lot more awkward and tense in person than it was over her computer. She didn't have time to formulate a good topic and the fact that he was in front of her, like BAM in her face made her nervous about every move she made. It was so much more terrifying than it was in the safety of her room and Naminè absolutely loved this new feeling coursing through her.

"Hey, Naminè. What's that about?" Terra chuckled, nodding his head towards the dog pile on the floor. Naminè watched her friends before giggling cutely behind her hand.

"It's really just an average morning for them. Kairi and Sora grosses out their entire surroundings with their private life and Riku deals with it in the worst way possible." Naminè smiled, blush peppering her cheeks slightly with Terra so close to her.

The brunette raised his eyebrows in a sort of surprise. "I didn't know you had such energetic friends. I thought you guys were more laid back."

Naminè was about to laugh at such an off observation, but what Terra said caught her voice before it left her lips and instead sent out, "Why?"

Terra made a few hand gestures before ultimately saying at a loss, "Well- you know, because."


It may be a deleted scene, but THIS ONE technically happened. Keep that in mind. ;)

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