You're Beautiful

by dreamysleeper

Chapter 4. The Party

Naminé pushed open a pair of cream-colored sliding doors, her eyes widening at her surroundings. Multiple racks of neatly hung clothes were hung on every visible corner and space on the walls, small drawers built on some places. If boy superstars had this many clothes, she didn't even want to start to imagine how many clothes girl superstars had.

"This is supposed to be my closet?," the girl whispered to herself, gawking at the colorful and stylish fabrics. She quietly stepped out, carefully closing the doors, in fear of breaking anything.

She continued to search the rest of the house, her mouth unable to close the entire time. Flat screen TV's, expensive furniture, polished wooden floors, snow white carpets, perfectly painted walls...everything about this house shouted pricey.

After finally arriving in her new room, Naminé settled on the cushioned floor, unpacking her things little by little. She settled the wooden cross Mother Superior had given her on top of her nightstand, smiling at it warmly. The next thing in her luggage caught her by surprise, a sudden spark of recalling events in her. "It's that music player of Roxas'...I should return it." She stared it uneasily before standing up, walking to the door across her own. She turned the knob slowly, peeking her head in. After making sure no one was there, Naminé stepped in, taking a few seconds to gape at the room. Like the rest of the house, everything was neat and clean, not a single hair out of place.

She took small steps, making small circles as she looked all around herself. She stopped in front of a black, wooden desk, the surface so shiny and clean that the ceiling light reflected off of it. She ran a small hand on the desk, examining her fingers. As doing that, though, her arm accidentally moved the silver desk lamp a few inches out of place. Her eyes ignored it, instead focusing on why she was there in the first place.

"I have to put it somewhere he wouldn't notice...," she murmured to herself, searching around the room for a decidable place. She chose to open a small drawer in his desk, smiling in satisfaction as she put it in there and closed it softly. Her head suddenly snapped up in horror, though, when she heard approaching footsteps outside the room. She quickly flew up the small amount of stairs leading up to his restroom, throwing herself in the compartment.

Roxas casually walked into his room with a water bottle in his hand, taking large gulps from it. He faintly heard a door opening but shrugged it off, sitting in his desk's chair as he prepared himself to write some music lyrics he had been thinking of all day. Just as his pencil was about to scratch against the paper, his hand stopped in midair, his eyes suddenly averting to his lamp.

Roxas kept everything in place as neatly as possible; he was absolutely sure he hadn't moved his lamp the last time he came in. He glanced behind his shoulder at where he had heard the suspicious noise, fear slightly creeping into him.

Naminé paced against the floor in exasperation, whispering to herself for any good idea that might pop into her head. She couldn't hide in the shower since it had no curtains or door on it whatsoever; it was simply a medium-sized half cylinder compartment with an opening. She couldn't hide behind a wall or a closet because he'd surely see her there, too. She peeked one eye through a small opening in the door, gasping in panic when she saw him suspiciously striding towards the restroom. She squealed in surprise, choosing to simply sit on the toilet in discomfort.

Roxas walked in, his eyes widening at the sight. Naminé gulped, nervously clenching the sides of the toilet. The blond male was the first to speak up, surprise evident on his face. "What are you doing?"

The girl looked around, everywhere but him, trying to think up a good explanation. "I, was, err..." Unconsciously, her hand pushed a small button on the side of the toilet while gripping onto the sides nervously. Her body shot up in surprise when she felt the cold water of the bidet shooting onto her, a screech of horror emitting from her mouth. Roxas' jaw dropped open, his eyes unable to hide the amusement he was seeing.

The girl twirled around in an attempt to stop the water or at least cover her face but only ended up soaking herself even more than she already was. She slipped continuously, her clumsy feet trying to steady herself.

After what seemed like forever, the bidet stopped, leaving a shivering and drenched Naminé standing in shock in the middle of the restroom. Her hoodie and sweatpants stuck onto her skin uncomfortably, her tangled hair on her guilty face. She peeked an eye over at Roxas, his emotionless eyes, gazing at her rather curiously. He glanced at his wristwatch, speaking in a sarcastic manner. "Was it thirty seconds?"

Naminé hesitantly walked over to the male blond, bowing her head in apology. "I'm really sorry that I came into your room without your permission. I'm sorry!" The girl bowed her wet head down two times in an attempt to show guilt and respect; she only ended up angering the blond boy even more, though, as he got wet in the process.

Naminé clutched her hands to her chest in guilt, again, as she saw her second mistake made that day. Roxas only growled, his angry blue hues sending daggers at her. He cleared his throat then, opening his mouth to speak. His voice held no remorse or emotion.

"I'll explain the state of things here, so listen carefully. First, don't put your hands on me without permission. I'm especially appalled when you approach me so suddenly. Second, don't come into my room without permission. If you want to shower or brush your teeth with a bidet, do it in your own room. Third, don't touch my things without permission. If my things aren't in the exact position where I last left them, I really can't stand it." His voice grew slightly angrier by the second, his eyebrows unable to unfurrow the entire time. He tilted his head to the side, talking in a sarcastic and slow manner. "Understand?"

The small girl gulped, nodding her head slowly in agreement.

"Good. If you understand then wrap up your bidet-showered body and get out."

Naminé flinched from the strength of the last words, stumbling across her thoughts. She nodded again, walking forward as she slid by him. Roxas grimaced from the hint of guilt his conscious left, quickly waving it away. He glanced at the toilet, examining the water left from the "bidet accident" in fear.

"A bidet is more dangerous than I thought."

"Kai."

Naminé almost didn't snap out of her daze when she heard her brother's name being called, her eyes fixated on the complicated dances a group of famous artists were doing on the stage. Today was the day her "welcome party" was being made, the girl still trying to take in all her new surroundings.

The artist jumped in slight surprise when she felt a large arm wrap around her shoulder playfully. President John had been looking where her gaze was fixed on. "You know, you can become just like those seniors over there. Just trust me, all right?"

Naminé nodded hesitantly, tearing her focus away from the stage to pay attention to what John was going to do next. She stared in curiosity at the bottle of champagne in President John's hands, the cork flying out as he unfastened it. Whoops of approval were heard, several medium-sized glass cups being held out. The man filled one of them until it came up to the middle, pushing it enthusiastically towards Naminé. "This is a special part for you, so enjoy it! The reaction from everywhere is no joke."

After serving everyone else, the raven-haired man raised his own glass in the air, grinning widely. "To Kai! Cheers!"

Everyone raised the drinks to their mouths, taking large gulps. Naminé did too, though Ansem simply lowered the cup from her lips casually, not wanting her to taste any alcoholic drink. The girl scrunched her eyebrows in confusion; wasn't she supposed to drink it? If she didn't, everyone would probably think she was being rude.

After watching Ansem get distracted by a couple of other men talking to him, Naminé took a hesitant gulp from the drink. Her face scrunched up in slight disgust. The light brown drink tasted a little sweet and dry, almost sour. Little bubbles tickled her throat and nose, making her head feel suddenly light. Her lips puckered in surprise, her tongue sticking out. Roxas watched in amusement from in front of her, wondering if maybe that was her first try of champagne. His reaction was so similar to hers when he first tried it.

Suddenly, Manager Ansem grabbed Naminé's hand, pulling her up with him. He walked around, introducing her to important people. People that Naminé didn't know at least.

Both blonds jumped in surprise when a tall, black-haired woman drunkenly stepped in their way. Her large chocolate eyes gazed at Naminé in curiosity, her head tipping to the side. She clinked her glass of champagne with the blond girl's, smiling at her. "I'm A-N-Jell's stylist, Tifa."

Naminé nervously smiled back, her body stepping back a bit unconsciously. "I-I see. I'm Kai-"

The girl squeaked in surprise when she felt Tifa's hands grab her chest, patting it thoughtfully. Ansem widened his eyes, his jaw falling open. Tifa looked at Naminé in pity, take another swig of her beverage. "Wow, they're so small. I don't think anyone will notice."

The older man looked around, hoping no one had seen the small event going on. He waved his hands in reassurance to the startled blond girl. "She's on our side, trust me!"

Tifa glared at Ansem, sluggishly pointing at him threateningly, "Enemies, if things get dangerous. I'll reveal it right away."

To Naminé's relief, a small group of young women abruptly surrounded her, aw-ing and cooing. Soft murmurs of appraise were being heard from them, all eyes on the blond girl. The artist only stood there uncomfortably, shifting the weight of her body from one foot to another. The empty glass of champagne was still in her hands.

"He's so cute! Look at that skin; it's softer than mine!" The girls squealed to themselves, one of them throwing her arms around Naminé's neck, to her surprise. "He's totally my type!"

The blond girl squirmed under her embrace, chuckling nervously. The excited fan let go, instead grabbing a large, green bottle of champagne. "Have another drink, Kai!"

Before she could protest, Naminé's glass was slowly being filled up to the top, her lips immediately trying to drink the alcohol; the young women were so drunk that they filled the glass to the point where it was almost spilling. She forced the liquid down her throat, feeling the familiar taste of the bubbles tickle her nose.

Her surroundings started to grow slower, her head feeling even lighter than it already did. She hiccupped, blinking at the sudden change in the atmosphere. The other girls that were squealing over her walked over to the dance floor to dance with Sora and Riku, leaving Naminé to drink more of the alcoholic beverage. She knew she wasn't supposed to keep doing it but the drink was too good to just stop. She leaned against the wall by the bar, gulping down another cup of the champagne. She giggled to herself, feeling sudden hits of vertigo coming.

Manager Ansem came walking by then, greeting people along his way. He gasped when he saw Naminé's state. He approached her carefully, feeling the guilt starting to eat him up as he saw her drunk already. "Naminé, are you okay?"

The girl looked up from her drink to acknowledge him, smiling crookedly. She spoke louder than she was supposed to, cocking her head to the side. "Me? I-I'm okay! But why do I keep laughing?" A snort escaped her lips again, her slurred words becoming even more incoherent.

Ansem grabbed the cup from her hands, pushing it away from her. "Stop drinking. You're already drunk from drinking so much champagne." Naminé widened her eyes, protesting as she attempted to reach for it again. "B-b-but, it's mine-!"

"No, no, no, no, no. Stand up straight. Look at me. Stay right here, okay?," the man said nervously. He stood her up right, pointing at her threateningly. "Stay. Right. Here. I'll go get you some ice water."

The blond girl watched him walk away with curiosity. Suddenly, she felt her stomach churn uncomfortably, feeling vomit come up her throat. She clutched her stomach in disdain, walking uncoordinatedly towards the restroom. "Bathroom..."

She bumped onto the nearest bathroom door, sighing in slight joy as she felt the cold wall cool off her heating face. "I feel funny."

"What are you doing?," a voice called from behind. Sora hesitantly walked up from behind, staring at her in worry. "This is the girl's restroom. The men's restroom is on the second floor."

Naminé blinked, trying to clear out her clambered-up thoughts. "Huh?" She straightened up in realization, hitting her head with the palm of her hand. "Right. I'm a guy..."

Sora stared at her weirdly, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder. She stiffened up in surprise, wiggling under his strong grip. "Are you not feeling okay?"

"N-no, I-I'm-."

Without waiting for a reply, Sora lead her up the crowded stairs, grabbing onto her tightly. He grimaced from her protests and pushes, feeling an uncomfortable feeling stir in his chest.

After finally arriving upstairs, Naminé writhed out of his arms. She stumbled to hold herself up correctly, stubbornly protesting again. "I am perfectly f-fine!"

Sora recoiled in fear from her outburst, feeling his cheeks warm up; a reason he had no idea why. The girl wobbled forward, mumbling under her breath. The brunette twitched his eye in distress, "He's making me nervous...Whatever." He walked away uncertainly, shaking away the awkward feeling.

Naminé groaned as she stumbled on a wall again. She hiccupped, feeling her surroundings spin. "Things keep whirling around here...," she mumbled again, feeling warmer than usual. "It's hot in here..." She shrugged out of her coat, smiling to herself in joy. Without thinking, she held her jacket behind her, feeling someone grab it. She was just about to slump down on the floor when she perked up in realization.

There were no coat-hangers around her.

She yelped in surprise when she turned around to find a diverted Riku smirking at her with a thin eyebrow raised. Her coat was in one of his hands.

"There are still a lot of reporters around. There's many eyes on you, so be careful. It looks like you're drunk." Riku glanced down at her long-sleeve, button-up shirt, noticing her red-tainted cheeks. "You also look a little stuffy so unbutton your shirt." Just as he was about to reach over and unbutton the top buttons of her shirt, Naminé shook her head, putting up her hands in defense. "N-n-no, no, no!"

Riku gave her a weird look, lowering his hands. Naminé stuttered as she realized her small outburst. "Err, I m-mean, I'm not stuffy at a-all!" She grabbed her coat from his hands, pulling it on to show him. The silver-haired teen raised another eyebrow. "You're sweating."

The blond girl struggled to think up of an excuse, looking around nervously. "I-I can't take it off. I, uh..." She gulped down her uneasiness, puffing out her chest with courage. "There are reporters here so I shouldn't take it off."

Riku sighed in defeat, knowing nothing would get her to listen to him. She seemed stubborn enough without being drunk. "Then do you want to go out to the balcony to get some fresh air?"

Naminé's ears perked up, feeling the strong need to take off her jacket, again. Fresh air sounded extremely nice right now. "Balcony?"

The male pointed down the hall behind him, "You can go out there through this hall. Wait here, though. I'll get you a cup of coffee to sober you up a bit." He passed by her, jogging down the stairs. Naminé stared down the hallway eminently, pointing a finger to it. "Over there?" She decided to ignore Riku's request, waddling forward.

Meanwhile, a joyful Sora lifted a light brown bottle of beer to his mouth, his eyes coincidentally landing on a drunk-looking Naminé on the second floor. His eyes widened in horror, looking away in worry. "Is he gonna pee somewhere else besides the bathroom? It might be dangerous because he's so drunk..." He raised his head again, getting up to follow Naminé.

The petite girl walked out into the fresh air, raising her arms tiredly. She struggled forward, tripping over her own feet. "I feel like I'm gonna live." She threw her arms over the balcony's metal fence, looking over the busy city of Twilight Town. Feeling a sudden wave of nausea, Naminé started to gag, getting to ready to vomit over the fence. Just as she was about to, though, a strong pair of arms pulled her backwards, a surprised Naminé stumbling. Roxas looked at her angrily, grimacing. "Are you crazy? You almost fell, idiot."

Naminé ignored his anger, clutching her stomach in pain. Her face started turning a light green, the nausea in her growing by the second. "I feel really queasy."

Roxas blinked in realization, his face softening in worry. "Hey, are you okay?"

The girl held a hand on top of her mouth, gagging again. She made sounds of revolt, cold sweat forming on her forehead. Roxas stared at her in disgust, sighing uneasily. "Go to the bathroom. Hurry."

He gasped in alarm when he saw her bending over even more, looking around in fear. She made no sign of going to the restroom. His eyes searched around in hurry, grabbing the nearest thing he could find: a small, plastic cup. He lifted it to her face. "Will this work?"

She shook her head in desperation, knocking it away from his hand. He grunted, grabbing a lone water bottle from the ground. "Here!"

She squeaked in protest, signaling with her hands that she needed something bigger. Roxas threw the bottle away, grabbing a medium-sized pot with a sunflower in the middle. He pulled the plant off, pushing the pot in her face. "Use this!"

Naminé finally threw up in the container, heaving over the soil. Roxas gagged, looking away in repugnance. The girl stepped away from the pot, collapsing on the floor. Her mouth sighed in relief, a silly smile on her face. "I feel alive."

Roxas slowly put the flower back in its pot, hearing the uncomfortable and disgusting noise being made as he did so. He set it beside Naminé on the floor, stepping away. He was hoping the nausea would pass by soon.

"Oh, hey, you guys are together?," Riku said from the doorway, a worried Sora walking behind him. A small smile was on the albino's lips, standing before the drunk girl. "You feel better?"

Naminé picked herself up from the floor, nodding a little bit too enthusiastically. "Yup! I definitely feel refreshed."

Sora widened his eyes in horror, pointing a finger at her face. "Did you really pee here then?"

The girl giggled happily, covering a hand delicately over her mouth. "No, silly."

His face fell in relief, quickly reddening in embarrassment and realization. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Err, right." His blue eyes suddenly widened in cognizance as he looked around all four of them. "Hey, all the band members are together!"

Riku nodded in agreement. "Since we're together, should we welcome him ourselves?"

Roxas scoffed, nodding towards the ditsy girl. "Why should we if he'sin that condition?"

Naminé giggled, her cheeks turning a bright red from the alcohol's effect. She turned around, wobbling towards a bench seated next to the fence. "I really," hiccup, "l-like it here!" She tripped onto the wooden board of the bench, grabbing it so she could straighten herself up. Sora looked at her in amusement, cocking his head to the side. "This dude sure is unique."

Riku smiled, watching her drunk movements. "I think this'll be entertaining."

The blond male out of the three sighed tiredly, running a hand through his disheveled spikes. "We'll have to wait and see if this really is entertaining or disastrous."

The drunk girl stepped on top of the bench, wobbling slightly while doing so. She looked up at the sky, her vision appearing and reappearing. "Wow! The sky looks so close!" She reached out a hand to see if she could actually touch the stars, hiccupping and giggling. Sora looked up to the sky too, as if to see if what she was saying was really true. He couldn't grasp the fact that the poor girl was terribly drunk and the alcoholic effects were still going strong on her.

Suddenly, everything was spinning. Naminé could feel an overwhelming vertigo hit her before she could even react. She slowly spun around, her shoes slipping in the process. Her body seemed to fall in an almost slow and graceful motion, gravity calling her down with more force than usual. The three members widened their orbs in horror, running towards the girl. They each held their arms out to catch her.

But only one became her savior.

Before even falling anywhere, Naminé's vision became black, consciousness quickly slipping out of her body.

Too bad she didn't notice where exactly she was falling on.

A/N: Man, I love writing drunk Naminé. Sorry about the late update, by the way. I had a bit of writer's block and school has become even more busy than usual. I apologize.

Chapter Inspiration: Stay by SafetySuit

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