A/N: Soooo, here's the next chapter! Don't really have much to say here. :)
Warnings: Light yuri, canon quotations
Pairings: Olette/Namine, unrequited Sora/Namine
Dedications: To Lys, Ghostwriter, and Fruity, this story is all for you guys.
Disclaimer: Nothing is owned.
Watercolor in the Rain
Rage
But she didn't get very far as, not for the first time, Naminé had underestimated a Somebody.
"You know what, that's enough!"
Olette wasn't shouting, was barely even raising her voice at all. Sora hadn't been, either, when he had declared to Larxene that he had made a promise, a real promise, and he was going to keep it. But they both had the same quiet vehemence in their voices. Maybe that was another Somebody thing that she couldn't really hope to understand, shouting without shouting, shouting only because they meant the words they were saying so very sincerely. You needed a heart to mean things like that, Naminé figured.
"Naminé." And oh, no one had ever said her name like that before, gently caressing the syllables before they were released, oh so softly, from tongue to lips to open air. Not even Sora. "I'm sorry, and I know that we really don't know each other that well. But I just…I can't let you walk away from me. Not like this. Not knowing that—that you're in so much pain, not without trying to do something to help you. And—and I feel like I can help you. I don't know why, or how, but if you'd just let me in—well, I could try, at least. Naminé, could you please look at me?"
Her name again, and why did Olette have to give it such meaning that it had never had before?
She was acutely aware of Riku's lingering presence, his footsteps having not continued on over the rooftops to the mansion. Naminé slowly turned around anyway, drawing on her reserves of courage—the ones that she had needed to turn to face a very different pair of eyes, so painfully blue—to look into eyes that now seemed to her to be painfully green and—still—warm.
She almost wished that she could curse them both, Sora and Olette, for being so earnest when they looked at her, for making her want to give back to them, anything to repay what they would so freely give to her.
"Look, now I really know that you're not letting yourself be happy. And maybe I don't understand anything that's going on with you. But, Naminé, I know that you deserve to be happy. You do."
Those warm eyes made such a contrast to the cold that seemed to eclipse Naminé, making her speak through numb lips. "You don't know anything. You don't know me."
Olette shook her head, and it looked like the sun had suddenly decided to shine brighter in her feathered hair, and something had to be making those green eyes blaze with even more intensity. And Naminé quietly panicked to herself when she recognized that determined glint in the girl's eyes, and they might as well have been blue, for all the similarity she had to Sora in that moment.
"That doesn't matter."
So just do it! Erase my memories, destroy my heart! I promised, I would always protect you! You have to believe me!
"I don't even have to know you, to know if you're a good person, or if you deserve happiness. You are, and you do. I can feel it."
I don't need any memories to take on someone like Marluxia.
"And hey, for the record, you up there! Creeper on the roof!"
Two pairs of blue eyes were startled.
Olette rolled her eyes. "I'm not completely oblivious, thanks. I don't know who you are, but I'd appreciate if you could give us some privacy."
And probably to general astonishment, Riku left.
