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"Well, that was pretty terrible," Pence sighed, turning off the TV and chucking the remote somewhere off to his right.

"Yeah, I sorta expected a bit more," Naminé concurred, leaning back in disappointment. "Sure, the playroom part was freaky sexy, but the rest of the movie was sort of... eh..."

"I think everyone overestimated the movie in all honesty... Oh, you didn't eat any popcorn?" The brunette asked, noticing Roxas' untouched bowl of popcorn.

"Wasn't really that hungry," he shrugged.

"Mind if I...?"

"Be my guest."

Pence hastily muttered his gratitude before attacking the buttery snack mercilessly.

"Pig," Naminé scoffed, glancing over at the DVD player's digital clock. "Well, it's eight forty-ish, I think it's time to head home."

Pence let out what Naminé assumed to be a goodbye as they egressed the boy's apartment.

This time Naminé waited for the elevator to arrive, as she wasn't particularly in the mood to walk down eight flights of stairs. Once outside, Naminé deeply inhaled the cool, crisp nighttime air. She exhaled, feeling rejuvenated and content. Besides the town's famous enchanting sunsets, it's lesser-known nights were also a spectacular sight to behold and experience. The air rarely carried the scent of exhaust or any other pollution-induced smell, save for the occasional cigarette.

"Ah, I love the way the air smells at night, 'specially in the summer. The heat's actually bearable." She sighed. "Too bad school's gonna start soon..."

When they got to the apartment, Naminé groped around for her keys, but she winded up empty-handed. She cursed audibly, remembering that she forgot them in the apartment. She felt Roxas tap her shoulder and turned to him holding the missing object out to her.

She exhaled in relief. "Thanks." After opening the door she went straight to her room.

"I'm gonna take the crate apart and see if we can use it for something later. Mind helping?"

He shook his head and the two dismantled the rectangular box. Stacking the planks of wood in her closet, she thanked him and went into the kitchen to fix herself a snack.

"Hey, can you do me a favor and throw all the styrofoam away in the trash?" she called from the kitchen.

"Of course," he replied, going back into the room to do said favor. After the task was accomplished and after she finished microwaving her macaroni and cheese, they sat on the sofa, watching various television shows through out the night.

By eleven Naminé decided that it was about time to call it a day. Turning the TV off and washing her bowl and spoon, she stretched and let out a big yawn.

"I'm gonna go to bed. Make yourself comfy on the couch. I'll bring a blanket if you want, too'" she offered in a sleepy voice.

"Actually..."

"Yup?"

"My program says that on the first night it is required that I sleep with you."

Naminé cackled with laughter, living up to one of Pence's nicknames for her: Witch.

"You have got to be messing with me!" She turned to him.

"Oh, you're being serious?" she said after she realized that he wasn't joking. 'Oh, God, this'll be one hell of a night. Well, he didn't say we had to be touching... But then again, it's not like you're ever gonna have the chance to sleep with a hot guy any time soon... God, what am I thinking?! He's an android! What kind of sick person would-"

"Okay, sure, just let me change first."

He nodded and she turned to go into her room.

'...You're a sick whore.'

She ignored herself and took off her over-sized hoodie, tossed it towards an empty corner along with her black baggy T-shirt and ripped light-blue skinny jeans. She slipped on a pair of black-and-white checkered shorts which sat low on her waist. She clipped off her bra and threw it in the pile and slipped into a light-gray tank top.

Heart beating faster, she tried to repress the devilish smile that was slowly creeping on her lips as she walked over to the door. She found Roxas sitting next to the door with his legs outstretched before him. He noticed her shortly after and stood up, awaiting her permission to go into her room.

"Come in," she said in what she hoped to be a calm, even voice. Whether it was or not, he didn't acknowledge it and walked into the room and sat by the foot of the bed.

She began to cough awkwardly. "Uh, just throwin' it out there, people usually sleep without shoes on- and guys usually sleep shirtless," she added hastily. Roxas made a quiet 'oh' before slipping his black shoes and coat off. Meanwhile the girl tried to keep her rampaging hormones in check.

'Breathe, girl, breathe.'

He neatly placed his shoes next to the door and then put his folded coat next to them. He went back to his previous place on the bed and waited for her next instructions.

"So... Like, do you want to do me sleeping on you or you sleeping on me?" she tried to ask casually.

"Whatever you'd like."

'You REALLY shouldn't say that...'

"Uh... Me sleeping on you, I guess..."

Without further delay, he used his arms to get to where she was higher up on the bed. Laying down on the soft, fluffy pillow, he waited for her to lie down, but she was too preoccupied with checking out his shirtless form. Her eyes widened exponentially when she noticed the subtle V-line near his lower abdomen.

'BREATHE.'

Luckily, she remembered that she had something to do before she went to bed. She stopped staring and got off the bed, picking up the red permanent marker on the bedside table.

"Hold up a sec," she said as she marked crossed out today's date. She circled the day as well to mark his first day of living. Maybe they could do something special for his birthday...

"There." She put the marker back on the table and settled herself besides him. She stretched her left arm over to the lamp on her side and grabbed the metal string.

"G'night," she said.

"Good night," he replied. Pulling the string, the room was flooded instantly with darkness, save for the thin shafts of amber light that snaked its way through the blinds. She closed her eyes and layed on her right facing him, or rather his shoulder.

She couldn't help herself as she scooted closer to him and lifted his arm, draping it around her shoulders. She slowly rested her head on his bare chest, wondering if it really was a good idea to. Since she'd already gone this far, she figured it didn't matter at this point. She began to relax as she tried to get some sleep, as tomorrow would be another day of who knows what.

"May I ask a question, though it may be somewhat of a personal one?" she heard him say.

"Sure," she said, beginning to think that sleep was a long ways off.

"I'd like to know what happened to your parents."

Silence settled over the room like a thick fog over a chilly, icy ocean.

"I'm sorry, I was out of line for asking such a-"

"It's fine; don't sweat it. It was just a little unexpected. So, you wanna know what happened to them? ...They died when I was nine. It was raining buckets that day, so it made it extremely hard to see through the windshield- this was back when cars were common, but since so many people have died, all of the worlds have agreed to cease production on them. My father, Eraqus... He was a good man, even I could see that. My mother, Arlene, she was very young when she had me, so she'd usually let Dad take care of me. They didn't seem like they liked each other all that much. They constantly fought, usually my dad saying that she should spend more time with me. I knew that she didn't like me, I even heard her scream at him that she should've aborted me. I didn't know what it meant at the time, but now that I do... It's okay, though. She could've done more with her life if I hadn't been born, so I can see why'd she'd hate me. It's not like everyone wants to be a parent. Besides, as long as one parent loved me, that's good enough for me."

"So, uh, long story short, they were bickering in the front seat and my dad, who was driving, lost control of the car. Everything from that point on is sorta fuzzy, but I do remember waking up in a hospital and wondering where Mom and Dad were. I knew that my mom could careless for my well-being, but she's still my mom in the end. I asked the nurse that came in where they were, and she just gave me this pitiful, sympathetic look. She didn't have to say anything to let me know that they didn't survive the accident..."

By the end of her explanation, her voice had retreated back into her burning throat. She sniffed and tried to continue speaking, but no matter how much she willed it to, her voice continued to remain hidden. Feeling embarrassed, she sat up to go into the bathroom to pull herself together, but she was surprisingly pulled back down into a protective embrace. She felt even more flustered, but a stirring in her chest told her to stay. Following the feeling, she latched onto him and buried her face into his chest. The sensation blossomed and grew, however, as pleasant as it was, she hoped that it wouldn't last too long. A tiny part of her felt shame for using him like this, although it seemed only natural given his purpose.

When her eyes had finally dried, she felt emotionally exhausted. She faced left and wrapped her pale arms around him like one would do to a pillow. His body's slow, wave-like movements lulled her to sleep, but before she did, she started to wonder why she couldn't hear a heartbeat. Then she remembered that he was an artificial being programmed to fake every single hint of an emotion that he could pretend to have, to 'feel'. In the end, he'll never be human. With that thought in mind, Naminé closed her eyes, and soon enough, drifted off to sleep on the first day.

A/N: And thus concludes the first day! So, we learn a bit of Naminé's history, and why Pence made that suspicious cough during part two. So far I think part two is my longest chapter yet. Anyways, I'm happy to say that things will begin to pick up the pace after this! Think of it like the beginning part of KH2 when you're playing as Roxas, and then you transition into Sora's part of the game. Well, the next chapter is the transition in this case. All in all, I hope you'll enjoy what's soon to come. Until then, please review -it helps fuel a writer's motivation- and I hope to see you in the next chapter!