Author's note: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm so sorry it took so long to write this. I've been a little bit busy and I let the time get away from me! I'm also going to warn you that this isn't betaed. I don't have school this week and my Beta isn't responding so thus making my life a bit chapter took me a while but I hope you like it. It does get a little intense towards the end, but I hope it answers some questions. This story is going into a bit of an angsty spiral, but it was eventually going to happen. This chapter should answer all of the questions that were asked about the Solstice kids... and the next chapter is going to, hopefully, answer even more. Along with bringing in the Antagonist. So yeah. I again apologize for taking so long with this darn chapter. Let's just say I kind of buried myself in writing. I have like two more chapter stories that are occuring and I would rather like one of them to get done soon. Probably going to be my Naminé X Zack fanfic... (What can I say? I liked the pairing.) Oh, THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! IT HAS BEEN MY DREAM TO HIT 30 REVIEWS ON A STORY! Anyways, without further adieu, THE DISCLAIMER!

Zack: Lionwings owns nothing, and also wishes that either I was older or Cloud was younger in this story.

Cloud: Yeah. Liowings has a bit of a weird obsession...

Sora: Whatever! Stop complaining. This is Naminé's story. Not yours!

Thank you Sora. I couldn't have said it better myself.

Silence, Chapter 6

The drive home with Mom wasn't that bad now that I think back on it. It was a bit awkward though because she wouldn't stop asking me questions about Olette's plan and about Part Three. I tried to explain to her that: yes I like Sora, no I do not want to date Zack, yes this date is a formality, no I wasn't mad at Olette for dragging me into uncharted territory, and finally yes I think Sora is cute. My mom wouldn't stop bombarding me with these useless questions, especially because I found out that Olette had told my mom more than she told me. She had already sent my mom a picture of Sora; she had already told my mom about Zack and sent a picture of him, and she even had the gall of sending my mom a copy of my picture of Sora sleeping underneath the tree.

I wasn't quite mad, per se, but I was still frustrated about this whole situation. Olette had told me she would talk to me when I got home. I agreed and decided to go in and start getting ready for my "fake date" with Zack. I was sitting on my bed and stared at the small mirror on my wall. I assessed my own traits, trying to see if there was any major flaw with my appearance that would make me any less appealing to Zack and Sora. My father was still venting downstairs about my date, even though he told me earlier it would be okay as long as I brought him home. My mom had softened him up, though, because this was only a fake date. He still wasn't all too pleased with the news though, because it just meant that his little girl was old enough to start, "Lying and Cheating her way around like a woman." My mom smacked him at his words and told that he wasn't allowed to be sexist in the house. He grumbled a little and obligingly shut up for the rest of the day.

I heard Olette running up the stairs about five minutes after I had decided that: I hated everything in my closet, all of my makeup makes me look trashy, and I wasn't sure exactly what was happening on this fake date with Zack. She opened the door with a hanger covered in a plastic bag and a small black purse hanging on her shoulder. She smiled at me and pulled me out of the fetal-position like ball I was on the floor. "Don't worry Naminé! I came prepared!" She yelled with excitement, opening the plastic bag to reveal a dress that looked almost exactly like my white ones except for the fact it was midnight blue with a bright crimson belt.

I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote, "What, in hells name, is that?"

She looked at me with a hurt expression. "It is only the dress I stole from your room last night without you noticing that I had my mom dye blue. I thought that maybe tonight you should show some color. I hate to admit it, but your wardrobe is really white. Sora was telling me about how his favorite color is blue…"

She gave me an expectant look. Almost as if she expected me to jump up and put on the dress just because I liked Sora. I was not, however, going to degrade myself like that. Instead I just ripped the dress from her hand, pushed her out the door and slammed my door shut. After I had about two minutes of changing and looking at myself in the mirror, Olette came back into the room and smiled that deep toothy grin when she saw me. It was the same grin she had when she heard I agreed with the Plan, God, how I hated that damn grin. It always meant pain, be it mental or physical, on my part.

"I told you. I told you," She spoke in giddiness. "It was just a matter of time before we got you to wear color again."

I rolled my eyes at her. 'She doesn't really get that I don't only own white dresses, does she?' I thought dryly. 'She is either an idiot or she's totally unaware of the world.' I gazed over at Olette doing her little happy, "I got Naminé to wear a color" dance. I smacked my hand to my face and thought, 'She's totally unaware.'

Five minutes after Olette finally got over her happy dance, she decided to tell me the plan for the fake date. Zack would come and pick me up at 6:00 and meet my parents. Cloud will get what Cloud wants, my mom can meet the boy and fawn over him showering us with pictures and later put them in a scrapbook titled, "My Daughter's first fake date," and Olette will help get Zack back up to speed with the total plan of attack. Then he would take me to the Mall and Olette would be picking up Sora, whom she convinced in some way or another to go with her to the mall tonight, and make it so they are "accidentally" in the same place as Zack and I and help fuel Sora's jealousy. Zack and I would then have a "fight" and I would end up alone and crying (Fake tears of course) and Sora would comfort me and then we'd have our first kiss and be an official couple. Unfortunately for Olette, her plans never work out just right.

She left at about quarter after five with a grin on her face and both thumbs up. "Don't worry, Naminé! This'll work."

I nodded in hopes it would make her leave faster. Luckily enough, it did. She went back into her house and I walked back into mine. I was just about to head up the stairs when I heard my mom and dad talking rather quietly in the kitchen. Normally, I wouldn't have bothered to see what they were talking about but when I heard the worried tone in their voices, my ears snapped to attention.

"I don't really want her going to the mall," My dad said in his gruff yet oddly concerned sounding voice. "You remember what the therapist said. We don't want her to have another relapse. If anything there sets her off then we'll have a hell of a time fixing it again."

"I know, generally I wouldn't let her go either," My mom admitted. "But she'll have her friends there, looking after her. I don't even think that there'll be any chance that she'll relapse. It isn't as though they go to the Mall much anymore. I've gone there after dark for about a week. It's been void of any of them. I didn't even see those other two there. So don't worry. She won't get a relapse tonight," My mom concluded firmly.

"If you're sure," He replied calmly. "I really hope you're right."

I walked up the rest of the stairs and went into my room. I was wondering who they were talking about. I thought at the time that they were talking about my cousin Yuna, because she always seems to get into some sort of trouble. They were probably just worrying about her again. She always seemed to break down and start crying lately, probably because her boyfriend broke up with her. Go figure, they were one of the best couples I had ever seen.

I waited in my bedroom for five thirty to come. I was staring at the clock, willing it to move faster and directly at five thirty the doorbell rang. I ran down the stairs and stood still at the bottom as my dad opened the door. I shot him a look that hopefully said, "Please don't kill him. He is only a fake date." Hopefully my dad got the message. Although, he did give Zack one of the dirtiest looks I have ever seen him give anyone. 'Only Cloud,' I thought wistfully. Zack was still smiling that big, goofy smile though. I was pretty sure he didn't stop smiling.

He turned to me and his eyes widened a little, it seems he didn't expect me to dress up any differently for the date. I bet his was surprised that I had even needed to. "Wow, Naminé, you look stunning," He breathed. I rather liked the way he said it. It reminded me of how a gentleman would talk to a lady. Too bad I liked Sora, or else Zack would definitely be who I would go after. He was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and wore a silvery-grey polo. His hair was still in its normal messy spikes and his eyes were still the same shade of sapphire that they were before.

I smiled and blushed a little at his response to my appearance. I wasn't used to being complimented on it. He was smiling as I pulled him outside towards Olette's house for a briefing about "The Plan." Zack was complying rather nicely. Most people would have just said, "Screw Olette. Let's just go on a date!" But it seems that Zack is different than most people. Good thing too, if I had to deal with one more person like Olette in my life, let's just say, you don't want to know what would happen.

Once we were at Olette's house, she ushered us in through the front door and pulled us into a small entryway. The inside of her house never ceased to amaze me. It was about the same size as mine, but it was more… colorful. Whereas my house was mostly white, cream, and beige, her house was made up of blue, red, and yellow. It made my house look like the inside of an insane asylum. I was always surrounded by color and it always, always, made me stick out. Due to my pale skin and hair, I can't blend in well with color. Actually, I stick out like a sore thumb.

"Nice place, Olette," Zack whistled. "I never thought you would live in so much color. Especially knowing who your dad is," He added loudly.

"Hello to you to, Zack," Olette's dad called from the next room over. He walked in and waved at me. Olette's dad was always acting like I was his own daughter. I guess it was because of his closeness to my dad. Apparently they were… best friends… or something like that. They don't like to get into detail for some reason. Well, anyways, he smiled at me and walked back into the kitchen. Zack rolled his eyes. I didn't know why, the place must have been filled with inside jokes.

"Zack, you come over to my house on a normal basis. You should know that I do actually live in a colorful house," Olette said with sarcastically edged voice.

He grinned. "Yeah, but I always like saying funny things in front of a lady," He said eloquently, motioning to me with his hand. I blushed, of course, and turned away from him.

Olette gave him a bitter look. "Zack, we are trying to get Naminé to go out with Sora. It won't help if you keep flirting with her. Besides, you owe me. Don't make me have to collect on that. I do still have the contract."

Zack's eyes widened and he nodded his head, clearly defeated by the ultimate force of Olette's trickiness. 'I really have to ask her how she does all of this someday,' I mused before pointing at my wrist. She nodded and explained Part Four. Yes, she did originally only plan three parts. So, technically this is Part Three B, but she called it Part Four for simplicity reasons.

"Okay, so I got you two a reservation at the Moonlight Café. It's all set for 6:30. I will be arriving with Sora at around 6:25 and we will have the table that is directly in your view. Okay… so what I want you two to do are act like you are both enjoying yourselves. That's probably going to be your easiest job. After that, I want you two to get up and walk by the fountain in the mall. You know the gigantic one? There, I will take Sora just in time to see you two leaning in for a kiss. He will be baited by me a little and rush forward to stop the kiss. Almost like when in those sappy romance novels, where that one guy interrupts the wedding service yelling, 'I object!' Except that this will be less dramatic. Or maybe even more, I really don't know," She finished smiling to herself.

This plan was a lot different from what Olette had originally planned. 'What happened to the whole 'fight' idea? I liked that idea,' I thought darkly. Not that I didn't like Zack enough to pretend to kiss him. It would probably just be really, really awkward… Well, this had better go good,' I thought desperately as Olette explained things Zack and I could do to make it look like we're on a date, rather than a mission. I would have asked her, but sometimes it's better to just go with what Olette tells you to do.

"Okay… Hold up. What if Sora doesn't split us apart before the kiss?" Zack asked patiently. "I'm not sure if Naminé will want to kiss me, especially if she is in love with Sora."

I smiled at him. I hoped the smile conveyed a message of thanks to him. He smiled back with appreciation. What he was appreciative about, I have no idea. Olette was in an intense thinking position, almost as if she was going to answer his question. "I wonder what they serve at the restaurant. Maybe they have Potato skins!"

Of course she wasn't going to answer. That was just one of the perks of Olette. She was still contemplating what to eat at the restraint even when Zack had asked her an important question. One of which I was curious to have answered. I gave him a look and he nodded. "What if Sora doesn't split us apart, Olette?" Zack reiterated louder than the first. She turned to him as if she hadn't heard him the first time and smiled mischievously. Her smile scared me, and still does scare me for that matter. She turned to me and stared into my eyes (Like a creeper if I do say so myself.)

"I really don't think Naminé would mind," She stated simply. "It's not as if you're bad to look at or anything."

Zack smiled and nodded his head. "You're right. It isn't as though anyone doesn't want all of this," He replied motioning to his body. I rolled my eyes in reply.

'And I thought he was a gentleman,' I thought dryly. He turned to me and gave me a big smile, almost as if he had heard what I thought. It was impossible… but God only knows I had been through some pretty unbelievable stuff that day (Cough, cough, Riku, Cough, cough.) I smiled back, trying to be charming and more than likely failing epically. He put his arm around my shoulder and my face turned the color of a cherry, again. He laughed at my expense and Olette joined in. His laugh reminded me of someone else's laugh, though I couldn't place my finger on it exactly, so I just put it out of my mind.

I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote, "So, how did you get Sora to come anyways? I know you told me to give him a note but what did you say on it?"

Olette smiled widely. "Oh, that's easy. I told him I would help him win you back!" I almost fell over when she said that.

"Well isn't that a little obvious?" Zack asked boldly. "I mean, wouldn't he kind of notice something strange when you help your cousin over your two best friends? I don't think Sora is that thick."

Olette only grinned and shook her head. I took it as a, "Yes, Sora is that thick." I don't know what Zack got from it though. He just shook his head and started walking me towards the door. It was currently 6:15, and we needed to be at the mall at 6:30. Olette needed to be there earlier, but knowing her she would be late. She rushed past us and waited at the end of the driveway. Zack hurried us away to my house as Sora's car came into view. Olette gave me a wink as she walked over to the car. Phase Four begins.

Zack smiled and pulled me over to his car. It was rather small compared to Sora's but still was presentable. Unlike some rust-bucket cars that teenagers were meant to have. He opened the passenger side door and allowed me to sit inside. I smiled and sat down. He closed the door and ran over to the other side, got in, and started up the car. "Are you ready for this?" He asked as he pulled out of the driveway and went down the street. Luckily enough for us the mall wasn't even five minutes from my house.

I nodded my head and looked out the window as we passed Solstice High. I thought I saw Roxas walking by the school but shook my head. 'Roxas probably lives over in the rich district of town. Why would he be in the middle district?' I thought, scolding myself. I watched as the boy disappeared into the distance. 'But something seems really familiar about him.'

We pulled into the parking lot at about 6:23 and found a parking space at 6: 25. Zack smiled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the mall at a fast pace. I kept up pace with him so I wouldn't fall on my face. The mall was quiet, as usual considering that we were in a small town. The only stores that seemed to be busy were: Aeropostle, American eagle, Holister, and several other stores that made my I.Q. drop points whenever I passed them. The small water fountain was trickling peacefully in the center of the small common. Normally there would be teenagers sitting around it, talking about random teenage things, but there didn't seem to be anyone there. We blew by it quickly and finally got to the Moonlight Café, just on time.

The waiter was sitting at a small desk in front of the Fancy restraint. "Hello. May I help you?" He asked with a slightly French Accent.

Zack stepped forward. "Yes, Mr.-Luxord. We have a reservation for 6:30 for Zack Fair."

The waiter looked down at the list and nodded. "Yes, we have a table for two for a Mr. Zack Fair. Your table is ready. Please, follow me."

Zack took my hand in his and lead me to the table. Mr. Luxord set two menus up on each of the seats. The table was covered in a midnight blue tablecloth and had a tapered candlestick in the center, setting off a soft, romantic glow over the rest of the table. He smiled at us and waited for us to be seated. Zack held out my chair for me and, once I was comfortable, sat opposite me with a smile on his face. The waiter then read off the specials of the night and left saying that our waitress for the evening would come soon.

I took a quick look around to try and find Olette. She was quite well hidden but eventually I found Sora's big hair. They were at a table that was close to ours but was obscured from view by a tree. It was really clever of Olette actually, because she knew that she didn't want Sora to see me looking at him, and she wanted a place that Sora would think they were using to hide from mine and Zack's view. Maybe she was a genius after all.

"Hello, I am your waitress for tonight," The teenage girl smiled politely. She had light blue hair and matching eyes. Her skin was pale and was about a foot taller than I was. She seemed very beautiful and very, very familiar. It almost made me rip out my hair trying to remember. I knew her; I just didn't know how I knew her. She looked at me with a smile, but it dropped. Her eyes suddenly got bigger and her hands started shaking. "Naminé?" She asked quietly. "Naminé? It's me Aqua! I haven't seen you in so long!" She hugged me tightly, which was very unprofessional of her. I pulled away from her hug quickly. I didn't know her, so I wasn't going to hug her, no matter how familiar she was to me.

"Naminé, what's wrong?" She asked again.

All I could think was, 'How does she know my name?'

"Naminé, Ventus and I were so worried about you! After that day, you wouldn't look at us, and when you didn't come back on the first day of school we were terrified of what happened to you!" She gushed at me. I was getting dizzier and dizzier by the second.

"Um, Aqua is it? Can you please leave? I don't think Naminé wants to talk to you," Zack intervened calmly.

"What do you mean? We're best friends. Why wouldn't Nami want to talk to me?" She asked with a bit of venom in her voice.

The nickname stung when I heard it. Something about it gave me a bad vibe, I normally got a bad vibe from the nickname, but more so from this girl than anyone else. She was still looking at me, almost as if I had grown gigantic purple ears. I felt like I was going to throw up. My head was pounding along with my heart. Although, I was driven off the edge when a certain boy came running over to the table. He was blond, with deep sapphire blue eyes. His hair was spiked up in a gravity defying way. Zack tilted his head to the left when he saw the boy.

"Roxas? What are you doing here?" He asked with a concerned tone.

The boy shot Zack a confused look. "Roxas? Who's Roxas? My name is Ventus. Oh yeah- Aqua, Terra wanted me to find you," Ventus said to Aqua, who was still staring at me intently. He saw that she was staring at me and turned his head to see why. Once he got a good view of me, his eyes widened. "Naminé? Oh my God! I haven't seen you in forever!"

It was then when my head was throbbing with pain. I didn't know what was happening. I was totally unaware of my surroundings. Ventus grabbed my hand but I pulled it away quickly. He frowned. "Naminé? Aren't you happy to see me?" He asked. His voice sent another wave of pain through my head.

I suddenly stood up, surprising everyone, and ran out of the restaurant as fast as I could. I left everyone in my wake. I ran out of the mall, my horrible memories flooding back to me, my memories of the insults, my memories of my friends, my memories of Solstice High. Each new memory was another throb in my head. I felt desolate. I felt dirty. I wasn't meant to be happy. I should be alone. I ran faster, leaving behind everything. I wasn't fit to have friends, or even a crush. I was just too… unworthy. So I ran to the one place that no one would find me. It was only a few minutes from the mall. No one would ever think of looking for me there.

I ran to my Sanctuary, not thinking of what I would have to pass on my way there.

A.N.: Wow... Intense right? I really hope this answers some questions. And if you didn't know, Naminé was the one with repressed memories. So yeah. Read and Review. I want about 35 reviews before my next chapter. Please? Believe me getting over 30 reviews is like a dream. I never thought I would get so much feedback. Or any feedback for that matter. although someday I aspire to hit 50. *Looks dreamily into sky* But whatever. REVIEW PLEASE!