So this one-shot is written because I seriously couldn't think of anything else appropriate to do in my head. Roxas and Naminè just seem too innocent to do anything bad so the only answer: compromise.

A.K.A. I turned them into little kiddies that are just so adorable they could walk somewhere with an adult then all of a sudden be bitting your ankles and you wouldn't blame them. Did I hear an 'Awww! So cute!' Because yes; yes they are.

The tittle is actually the most meaningful part to me because of something I've once talked about with my friend. She and her boyfriend had just broken up and she was in the mode of 'You-still-matter-to-me-but-you're-an-asshat-at-the-same-time'. For a time she had a quote we came up with as part of her, well, status in a way? It was, 'Sometimes, your knight in shining armour is just an ass in tin foil.' Uhm, ass is the nice word for it people; she was pretty pissed and wouldn't settle for my version. xD

Anyway, Enjoy!

Once again, details for this one-shot:

Pairing: Roxas x Naminè (friendship)

Summary: Who can't love children? Everything they do is innocent and naïve. And yet, if asked, children can understand or discover new meanings to everything. Their morals are handed down from parents but sometimes, the children surpass all expectations. With children, you can never tell what is going to happen.

{ D I S C L A I M E R } Kingdom Hearts isn't owned by me, but if you have any idea how I can own it, let me know, 'kay? ;) { D I S C L A I M E R }

A KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR – KINGDOM HEARTS – ONE-SHOT

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.

~ Pablo Picasso

Every day is a new beginning; a shot at something new. Each new beginning deserves a sign to show it's different. A new colour for instance.

At least, that's how an 8 year old Naminè saw the world.

Where ever she went, her sketch book for that day came too and if she saw something pretty or inspirational — that's what her mother called things — she'd sketch it down as accurately as possible.

And because each day had a different sketch book, only one colour would be found in that book. One colour depicting everything she'd see on that day.

Sunday = white

Monday = red

Tuesday = orange

Wednesday = yellow

Thursday = green

Friday = blue

Saturday = purple

Unfortunately, she drew quite a lot and always had to get new sketch books to replace the ones she'd filled up.

Being 8 now, she was in Grade 2 at primary school.

Primary school kids are all innocent and naïve as a general rule but Naminè was more so than most.

She believed that there was good in everyone, you only had to get to know them and look deep enough to find it. She believed you always had a choice, that no matter what, you could choose a different path whenever you wanted. But most of all, she believed life was fair.

By a big tree in school yard, near the play ground, sat a young, blonde girl in a white sundress. She had her knees bent up so that a sketch book could rest on her legs. In this sketch book she was slowly drawing, forgetting about where she was other than whatever she was drawing.

On the opposite side of tree sat a blonde boy with extremely spiky hair. He was new to the school — this being his first day — and didn't have any friends yet because the other kids didn't know what to think of him. Because of this, he was stuck on his own for lunch and had decided to sit up against the tree to relax.

Everything seemed normal; kids were playing on the playground or talking to each other, Naminè was drawing and the new boy — Roxas — hardly even seemed to exist.

Although that all changed when a big boy who seemed to be about nine years old stomped up to where Naminè was and forcefully took her sketch book and packet of pencils — including the green one she was using at the time.

Naminè was shocked and just looked at the slightly older boy in disbelief.

Roxas on the other hand, was too out of it to notice what was going on.

The boy quickly flicked through the pages in the book, looking at all the different pictures. By the time he was done, he was glaring daggers at the book so hard that it seemed he didn't — or couldn't — notice anything around him.

By then, Naminè had finally realised what had happened and didn't like the look on the boy's face.

Roxas… was still almost completely out of it and was looking up at the sky watching the clouds.

"H-hey, can I have my sketch book back now please?" Naminè mumbled just loud enough for the elder boy to hear.

He looked at her with scorn written all over his features, "Puh-lease, what would the point in that be? You clearly can't draw."

By now, Naminè could feel the water building up in her eyes but she refused to let it show. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, I could draw better than you with two hands tied behind my back!" The boy said, contempt still his main emotion while he was actually just jealous.

This loudly spoken comment finally caught the attention of the daydreaming Roxas and he began to listen into the conversation cautiously even though he knew it was bad manners to do so.

"Why even bother drawing if you're this bad at it anyway? Most of them just look like random scribbles!" The boy continued, getting a shocked gasp out of Naminè.

This, Roxas thought, was going too far. He knew everyone had their own views on things and thoughts, but being so outspoken and saying something that mean about something that matters to someone just to be mean is going too far. He was even on the verge of going to help the girl even if he didn't know her.

Naminè… wasn't holding up so well. She was quite proud of her drawing abilities and couldn't understand why this boy didn't think so as well. It just wasn't fair. What had she done wrong? Where her drawings really that bad?

The boy, preying on her insecurities, decided to take his hateful remarks even further by tearing out the age she had been working on and them continuing by ripping that to pieces before allowing the soft breeze the carry them away.

Naminè knew she was going to cry now — there was no doubt about it. She could feel the first tears leak out and knew that she would have had a startled sob to go with it but there wasn't anything she could do. Life wasn't being fair; it was telling her to make a choice she didn't want to.

Seeing her sob and begin to cry encouraged the boy though. He grinned and began to rip out another page before deciding that wasn't enough and started to break her precious pencils.

After he'd heard her sob though, Roxas had quickly got up in order to see exactly what was wrong. He was shocked to see a young blonde girl crying as a big boy ripped out the pages of a book and broke her pencils.

He knew that was wrong. That boy was purposely trying to make the girl sad!

Not knowing how to comfort a crying girl, he did the next best thing: get back whatever the bully had stolen. Making his way to the bully, Roxas kicked him in the ankle which caused the boy to yelp in shock and pain while dropping the book and pencils.

Seeing a new kid there to help the girl, the older boy ran away.

Roxas, satisfied with scaring the boy, turned around to see the girl looking up at him with big blue eyes and tears streaming down her face.

Knowing that the book and pencils were special, he picked them up to examine them. The book was almost unharmed except for a few pages that were missing but all of the pencils were at least broken in half. Roxas, being a smart kid at the age of eight, knew that telling her this straight out would probably upset her more. So he did the next best thing: replace what's broken with stuff that isn't.

Such a great plan right?

He sat down next to her, cradling the book, and gently flipped through the remaining pictures.

All of them were in green but they were really good! He had no idea what that other kid had been going on about when he was being mean to her.

Softly, he passed it back to her along with his own packet of coloured pencils. "Sorry I didn't come help you earlier; I didn't know he was being such a bully." He mumbled sheepishly.

Naminè just looked up at him again before giving a soft smile at the sight of the pencils, "Thank you."

"Heh. No problem at all! I don't know what he was going on about though, your drawings are amazing! I wish I could draw half that well..." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

Naminè couldn't help but smile. Sure, maybe life wasn't fair. And maybe not everyone believed in being nice. But what was true, was that if you didn't back down and change your mind sometimes, something good could come out of it. Like a new friend.

She had cried but she still wanted to be an artist. And now, here was this new boy who had helped her. Her own knight to save the princess.

Realising this, she flipped to a new page and began to sketch this boy in a way she had never tried before.

She used all of the new colours at once, giving him a rainbow effect, as if he was shining brightly in the sun.

That's what it takes to be a hero, a little gem of innocence inside you that makes you want to believe that there still exists a right and wrong, that decency will somehow show triumph in the end.

~ Lise Hand

I actually… like this one.

Shocking right?

Well I do!

Writing this while trying to be so innocent was a new experience and even though I'm sure it's not all perfect — like how I've still got complicated words in there — it just seemed to flow to me.

Roxas always seemed the type that, if he knew better, would never have tried to help Xemnas because of all the pain Xemnas was causing throughout the worlds.

And Naminè, well, even though her pictures in the game/s don't look all that great, they remind me of how a little kid draws.

I'm also secretly jealous of how much time she has on her hands if she gets to draw so much…

Sorry if it seems a bit rushed. I actually wrote this in about 10 minutes trying to meet the deadline of the 1st July… and failed. Damn travelling messing up my planning…

To seasaltbreeze: Yes, Axel has amazing hair and gets to feel special with Xion and Roxas. It's like, the better outcome! And yeah, melodramatic for the win! Well, to be honest, I just wanted to end it mentioning something about Terra and Aqua's relationship and just, connected 1 + 1? No do not go fetch a calculator for that. ;) But yea, enjoy little ankle bitters.

Anyway, thanks!

Until tomorrow/today thing,

~ timoteii