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Enjoy chapter twooo.

SONG: Eyes Set To Kill - Darling [may I suggest the video version?]

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters or series that this fan work is based on. But I do thank them for allowing me to write a fanfiction based on their marvelous game! :D

Awakening in the morning to that damned white room, Naminé sat up straight on her pathetic excuse for a bed. Only having a small white cot in the room, she never really slept at night for fear of that uncomfortable 'thing'. One thing was odd, though. She didn't remember falling asleep at all.

Looking around the room, she noticed a piece of paper on the table, it's ends curled up enough to see from a distance. She stood up and heard a slight clanking noise. Looking down, she saw a rather odd phenomenon.
She was wearing black instead of white.
Axel's coat?
For answers, she walked in calm, measured steps to the white table in the middle of the room, picking up the paper and reading it.

"You fell asleep on the tower last night. I figured I'd take you back to your room, but I didn't want to rob you of the coat, so bring it back to me when you get up. -Axel {VIII}"

"I don't remember falling asleep." She said shortly, speaking aloud to herself and putting the note in the pocket of his coat. She walked over to her sketchbook and smiled to see that he'd set it down neatly and in line with the table's edges. Nice and neat, like everything else in her room.

"Better return the coat." She said, then walking to the door. Reaching for the door handle, she froze and stared down in thought.

"What in God's name could she be doing?" Axel asked himself, his arms crossed as he paced in his room. Finally deciding that she was either sleeping or drawing in her room, he walked out the door and began walking through the halls, then stopping to portal off to Castle Oblivion.

Upon his arrival at her door, he knocked and waited a moment. No answer. Not even a stirring in the room. He didn't sense her there at all, and VIII usually trusted his gut.
"Ugh, Naminé…" He groaned, "Where could you be at this time?"

Walking around the castle for a while, he shook his head and decided to go back to the Castle that Never Was. Little did he know…

"Hm, hm, hm~…" The blond hummed a calm tune as she sat on the steps of the Proof of Existence. Her sketchbook leaned on her lap as she gracefully formed lines and curves on the paper before her. It wasn't long before a tall, slender form walked into the Proof of Existence in front of her, easily identifiable as Axel, himself.
"Naminé?" He asked. His tone was somewhat angry or annoyed.
"Yes?" She replied, not even looking up at him. This seemed to pull his strings, for he stomped towards her and grabbed her face, forcing her to look up at him. She flinched, making a high-pitched yelp and dropping her pencil as she closed her eyes. This was a surprise to Axel. She was scared…
"Naminé..?" He repeated, his voice softening.
"I-I'm sorry." She said instantly. Axel raised a brow in confusion as to what she was apologizing for. He just didn't like the fact she wasn't looking at him when he addressed her. Looking down at her, he caught a glimpse of her drawing. It wasn't finished, but she'd obviously done enough for him to make out. He let go of her face for fear he'd hurt her for what he'd seen.
"… Were you fucking with my memories!?" He yelled, astonished. In this game, he saw that as cheating. Naminé shook and remained silent.
"Were you!?"
"What are you talking about?! I was just sitting here drawing and you came storming in, yelling at me!" She screamed, her hands on her head.
"Then, what's this!?" He asked, picking up the book and looking at the picture again. She looked at it fearfully and shook her head quickly.
"Stop yelling at me!" She said, "I was just drawing a picture of us, okay!? Even if I was using my ability over memories on you, it would be completely fair!" She said, gritting her teeth afterward and growing somewhat rebellious. She was tired of everyone in the organization yelling and abusing her. At least, they used to…
"Using our abilities makes things fair, does it!?" He yelled, taking out his chakrams in a burst of flames.
"Axel, stop it!" She yelled, terrified. The way she saw it, this was completely unfair. She hadn't done anything wrong, and he just comes up in the Proof of Existence with his chakrams, screaming bloody murder at her.
"Why should I? It's fair, right?!" He said.
"If I was changing your memories, you wouldn't be doing this right now!" She yelled back in horror, backing into a corner. This struck Axel as truth and he put his arms down to his sides, his chakrams disappearing in a flash of light. Naminé was too scared to look up at him, but she stopped shaking for a few minutes as Axel's footsteps were heard, leaving the Proof of Existence. Naminé looked up after a minute and he was gone.
"… Axel?" Naminé called in a feeble voice. There was no reply. He was gone, but why? She was now curious. Wobbling to her feet, she quickly walked out to the hallway Axel exited through. He was nowhere to be found.
"Did he really scare himself?" She asked herself quietly, opening a portal to Castle Oblivion.

When she'd arrived, she could hear an echoing of footsteps in the castle's basement levels. He wouldn't have come back here, would he? Traveling down the many floors, making it to the basement library that Zexion and Lexaeus always planned in with Vexen and Axel, she was quite surprised to see Zexion there.

"What are you doing… here?" She asked softly. The depressing young man looked at her as well and then away.
"Getting some books." He said simply.
"You're… moving out?" She asked.
"Yes." He said, then walking over to her and placing a hand on her cheek. "Don't blame yourself, Naminé…" He said, but something in his eyes struck Naminé as different, compared to when he'd whisper to her before. She backed away a few steps and shook her head.
"… N-No, of course not…" She said, turning away.
"Naminé?" He tilted his head to the side and stepped towards her.
"Zex?" Came the wondrous voice of Xion from the table behind them. Naminé cringed as Zexion instantly turned towards her and nodded, going back to what he was doing. By the time he could look, Naminé had exited the library.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Axel?" The redhead asked himself. If things end up like that again, Axel could really mess up the game.

But was that really what was important? Naminé is one of the nobodies that seem to have emotions, much like Axel himself. This is what made the ordeal so nerve-wracking. He just threatened the life of a little blond girl over a game.

"Go apologize or somethin' like that." He told himself. "She'll forgive you. She's Naminé." With that said, he began walking out of the bedroom door to travel to Castle Oblivion again. This game was getting into his head more then Naminé was. When he'd exited his room, he created a portal to Naminé's door and prepared to knock, but instead he heard something unexpected.

Sobbing? Was Naminé in there crying? Was she crying… because of what he did?

"Naminé?" He called, knocking on the door. The crying abruptly stopped and Naminé came to the door, calling from the other side in a feeble, quiet voice.
"Yes?"
"Can I… come in?" He asked. The door was unlocked and opened in a minute. Axel walked in as she closed the door behind him, quiet and sullenly.
"I, uh… I thought I heard you…" He looked at her, seeing her big, droopy blue eyes staring up at him. She was crying-- they were reddened.
"Heard me what, Axel?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. She was totally hiding it.
"Crying." He said calmly. Naminé blinked and shook her head quickly.
"No." She said softly, but was frozen at the feeling of Axel's hand on her cheek. She stopped and looked up at his emerald green eyes, clenching her teeth and then failing to prevent a stray tear from traveling her cheek. Axel saw it and swiped it away with his thumb.
"I knew it… I'm sorry, Naminé." He said, not really sounding sincere, but she shook her head and backed away. "I am." He repeated, "I didn't mean to scare you-"
"It's not that, Axel…" She said, turning away and cursing herself for showing weakness to others. She was always the calm, cool, and collected one. What she demonstrated now was epic failure.
"What is it, then?" He asked.
"Zexion…" She said, "I saw him with Xion downstairs, and he tried to talk to me, but…" She stopped and shook her head, walking in the other direction and to her cot, where his jacket lay.
"Naminé…" Axel said quietly, watching her as she picked up the coat and carried it over to him, handing it back. "Thanks…" He said.
"I'm sorry I didn't give it back earlier." She said.
"Keep it for a while longer." He said, putting it around her shoulders. Naminé seemed confused, but grabbed onto the sleeves and looked up to him with her large, pleading hues.
"I… Thank you…" She said, yet shocked as he pulled her closer to him and placed a hand on the back of her head, ruffling her hair carefully.
"Hang in there, Naminé." He said. He could feel her shaking so softly. This girl was so frail. What did the organization do to her all this time?
"Axel…" She whispered, shaking her head and closing her eyes. She held back her tears, still, as if her life depended on them being a secret.

It was probably about ten minutes later that Naminé grew sleepy, closing her eyes and leaning heavily on the redhead that held her as she forced her fabricated tears away. Axel sighed and picked her up, then setting her down on the cot in her room to sleep. It wasn't long after saying a few last words that Naminé had fallen peacefully asleep.

"You're a lie."