Hello everyone!! I'm back again with another chapter! Thank you so much to all those who have reviewed thus far, things are going to be getting pretty intense really soon and I appreciate everyone sticking with the story. Well that's enough procrastinating for now, enjoy the chapter.

'I'm going to try,' I thought as I continued to debate on whether or not to add color to my drawing of Riku.

I had woken up earlier this morning, feeling the need to draw. I always was that way when something was on my mind, yet I really wanted to color the sketch. Though on the other hand I was afraid to, I was scared that I would somehow ruin it because I couldn't blend the colors perfectly. I didn't want to ruin the piece of artwork that meant the most to me.

'Because it keeps me close to him when he's not here,' I thought to myself as I smiled at the picture sadly.

I really wanted Riku to be here right now, it's as if I had thrown away all of my beliefs of condemning myself to a life of seclusion because of him. Now he had become like a drug to cure my loneliness, I couldn't stand not being in his presence. I wanted to be held in his arms that seemed like they could protect me from the world. I wanted to be able to tell him how I felt.

'Yet I can't,' I thought as I felt my heart rate quicken.

Due to not having contact with any people for as long as I can remember, I have a hard time expressing my feelings and inner thoughts. Hence the reason I am shy and nervous most of the time. Besides…I don't think he feels the same about me anyway. The sudden feeling of warmth that I felt had froze and was now replaced with emptiness. What I was really afraid of was rejection, afraid that he wouldn't want to be around me anymore if he knew how I felt. The last thing I wanted was to push Riku away, so for both of our sakes…I would keep my feelings to myself and watch him from afar.

'Reality is not fair,' I thought, but if hiding the truth would keep Riku close to me then I would keep these feelings to myself.

I pulled the box of colored pencils towards me, I had to get rid of these pessimistic thoughts before Riku comes…I didn't want him to see me break down in front of him again. I pulled out a silver pencil and began to lightly color in Riku's hair, deciding that it would be best to put a base color down before adding the details. There was no room for mess ups, I wanted this drawing to be perfect…just like Riku was. I pushed a few bangs out of my eyes as I began to slowly add more color into the picture.

"So far so good," I muttered as I added some light-purple streaks for added effect in the hair.

I smiled, it looked just like Riku's silver hair. I was one step closer to bringing this picture to life, that is what an artist does, they bring life to the pictures on a canvas. I placed the dark purple pencil behind my ear, I was going to need it later anyway and began to work on his cloak. I turned my head towards the curtains for a split second, the hair on the back of my neck began to rise.

'Why do I feel like somebody is watching me?' I thought as I desperately tried to return my attention to the drawing in front of me.

As soon as Riku had left yesterday, I had this gut feeling that I was being watched. Every time I looked around to look for the person, no one was there. It was really starting to scare me, what if the Organization had found me? What happened if they were to attack while Riku wasn't here? I wouldn't be able to defend myself, well I did have my powers. But, the idea of Riku coming to save me sounded better…I would only use my powers if he didn't show up. I continued to blend in dark blues and blacks until I was satisfied with how the coat turned out, one of these days I would also like to draw him without the coat on, just his regular apparel. I blushed, wondering if he would actually let me draw him though, I mean he doesn't even know about the project I'm working on right now. Would he get mad?

'No!' I shook my head, Riku is my friend after all. Why would he get mad at something like that?

I shouldn't worry about this, yet I can't help it. I guess the nightmare I had made me realize that even the slightest thing could take a person away from you in an instant. I shook my head, I really needed to stop thinking of such things. I placed my sketchbook on the table as I finished adding the finishing touches to the fabric of the coat. Now it was time for the hardest part.

"The eyes," I whispered to myself.

I looked through my pencil box for all the shades of blue that I owned, choosing very carefully which ones I would blend together. This is the part I was afraid of messing up, I wanted to capture the emotion that I saw every time I looked into his eyes. I carefully began to color in his eyes, picturing Riku staring at me in my mind as I did so. I worked for fifteen minutes straight, blending the colors carefully until I was satisfied with the outcome. I smiled at the picture in my hands.

'I did it!' I thought happily as I admired the bright aqua color that was staring back at me.

After spending many grueling hours many nights before on many failed attempts, I had managed to perfect the aqua color that I loved so much. When Riku arrived later on today, I was going to show him this drawing. I felt butterflies in my stomach, hoping that he would like it…I mean I worked very hard just to make the drawing perfect.

"I really hope he likes it," I whispered to myself as the blush danced across my face.

I silently rose from my chair and walked over to the window, peering slightly to see if Riku was coming or not. There was no sign of him whatsoever. I sighed, it seemed like he was taking a lot longer than usual today and that worried me. My thoughts began to linger towards the dark side, was he hurt?

"No he can't be!" I shouted, my voice echoed off the walls.

Riku is strong, there was no way anyone could pummel him into that state. I just have to start believing in him a little more, instead of worrying if some nightmare that I had was going to come true. My thoughts drifted back to yesterday as we stood outside on the front porch, how he let me lean against his chest even though he didn't hug me back. I wanted to spend more time like that with Riku, try to get closer to him and share memories with him. I just had to believe that he would be here, patience was a virtue that I happened to be bless with. Suddenly something black dashed passed my window, causing me to jump back in surprise.

'What was that?' I asked myself as I peered out the window even further to get a good look at what it was.

It had vanished into thin air. Fear began to well up inside me as I pushed the curtains back over the windows, I was safe in here as long as whatever it was stayed outside. I placed a hand over my chest as I walked back over to my seat.

'Riku where are you?' I asked to no one, really wishing that he could be here now to soothe my fears.

I looked back down at the drawing of him and realized that I didn't color in the skin. I sat back down, still shaken by the thing that had passed by my window just a minute ago, and pulled my sketchbook to my lap.

'What was it anyway?' I wondered as I pulled the skin colored pencil out of the box and began to color in his face and collarbone.

The sound of the door being forced open caused me to focus my attention on my bedroom door in front of me. I clutched my sketchbook to my chest tightly, I remembered locking that door before walking up the stairs to my room. My body began to shiver in terror as frantic footsteps began to make their way up the stairs. So Organization XIII did find me after all…then what happened to Riku? I shut my eyes tightly, having no more time to think as my door busted open in front of me, causing me to almost jump out of my chair.

"Namine!" a familiar voice shouted.

"R-Riku?" I instantly snapped my eyes open at the familiar voice, I looked up in confusion to see him standing in my doorway with his keyblade in hand, a look of relief on his face. I felt my face heat up as he smiled at me, not a smirk, an actual smile. I had to look away to hide my embarrassment, curse my shyness.

"I'm just glad that you're safe Namine," he said as he began to approach me. I noticed his eyes narrow slightly as if he had sensed something was happening that I was unaware of.

"Get down!" he exclaimed.

All of a sudden I felt him charge at me and pulled me to the ground, his arms around me tightly. I knew in that instant that my face was as red as a cherry as Riku summoned what looked to be a shield and deflected a weapon that was aimed right for me.

"Riku…what's gotten into you?" I asked nervously, but grew silent at the sound of the creepy laughter that filled the room.

"It seems that the traitor finally shows," a voice echoed around the room. It sounded strangely familiar.

I noticed that Riku stood in front of me protectively as a man came from a strange portal that appeared on the wall. I froze at the sight of him, blue hair, cold amber eyes, and a scar that looked like an 'X' was right between his eyes.

'N-No…it can't be!'

My breathing became heavier, it was the man from my dream…the one that hurt Riku. He was standing right in front of us. I clutched tightly onto the back of Riku's shirt as I began to shiver.

"It's him…the one from my dream," I whispered as I hid further behind Riku, my head against his back and tears filled my eyes. I felt Riku looking at me, but his attention turned back to the adversary in front of us.

"It seems your mission was indeed a failure Riku. The witch is obviously still alive," his cold voice stated.

Silence passed by as Riku never moved from his spot in front of me, I heard the man from the Organization begin to laugh in amusement.

"Is that a hint of weakness? But Riku…you don't have a weakness," I heard him say in a mocking tone.

I withdrew my head from Riku's back and looked up to him. Weakness? I was considered Riku's weakness? No that couldn't be possible, I can't be that important to him…could I?

"Shut up!" I heard him shout as he began to charge straight for the cold-eyed figure.

"Riku wait!" I exclaimed as I reached out for him, but he didn't hear me. It seems his anger for this man had consumed him. I continued to watch over him with worry, images of the nightmare passing through my eyes and the tears pouring down my face as I lowered my head.

'Don't you dare get yourself killed.'

Phew done finally. Though I'm actually kind of disappointed with this chapter. I feel like I put more effort into Riku's POV when I was telling about this scene. But I will let you all be the judge of how I did on this chapter. So submit your reviews and I await the next set of 5 reviews that I receive. Until next time.