Naminé walked down Theory Hall's corridors until their own rustic elevator pinged at her arrival. Stepping inside she noticed the odd smell the transporter had; she also saw that the permit had expired a year or two ago. That couldn't be good. It shook and trembled as if she weighed equal to an elephant then coughed her out of itself.
She turned, hoping that her memory served her right and Kairi was currently in dorm 67-C. And she also hoped her instincts were right since she picked a floor level at random. Then along with numbers on the doors, were whiteboards with the residents' names in marker.
'Here lies Annabelle and Drake. Don't bother.' 'C'MON ON OVER TO VERONICA AND SHANIQUA'S!' And a few others popped out at Naminé as she read them. She mechanically moved forward until there was a name that struck her.
'The Cage of Manuel and ROSA. Enjoy yourself but don't stay too long.' At least Naminé thought it was Rosa, the name has been smeared as if someone was trying to erase it but the name left it's mark on the board. Hesitantly, she knocked partly fearing that Kairi would give her such an evil eye before throwing that keys at her forehead.
But when the door open, a cheery smile was seen before it melted into a giant 'o'.
Naminé gawked dubiously. Sora returned the stare.
"S-s…Sora?" Her voice cracked. That was the only thing she could manage right now from the overwhelming emotions running about.
Sora flinched. His eyes acted on instinct and raked her frame.
The female had grown height wise, but she was still small compared to the average woman. Her curves had become more feminine, no longer the soft curves he had remembered. Her hair had also become fairer, long down to her waist with a rubber band at the nape of her neck. Her eyes remained that blue that even he compared to saphhires.
Things changed in him as well. Sharper hair, toner muscles, greater intelligence, new accent (sort of)…though, the little details about him weren't important. Being near Naminé again was.
"Yeah, it's…me…" He wanted to crack his cheesy grin but he was sure it wouldn't end out well. Then again, the whole situation he was in didn't seem to be headed in a happy ending either.
Naminé brought her trembling hand up to her mouth to keep the scream beginning in her throat. Her orbs began to sting, and water. She still couldn't believe it. Sora had actually come back to her…he came back! He was in front of her, in living flesh; not dead like the nightmares….
Oh God, what was she doing? She needed to hold him! She needed to just feel his arm wrapped around her again! She needed him!
She reached out the pale hand from her lips and to Sora's chest. A definite beat, quick paced at that.
"You're really here? I'm not dreaming…" She stuttered and sobbed. It was hard not to but it was miraculous that Sora was near her once again. Naminé was to speak again but a different female cut her off.
"Sora, I know the perfect movie for our—Oh, hey Nami! What's up?" Kairi was oblivious to the tension apparently.
Naminé snapped her head to Kairi—who's clothes seemed rather disheveled—then Sora—his dark blue outfit was ruffled also—who looked just as guilty as the day he moved.The pieces of that puzzle fit together for her now.
' Im moving all the way to Japan. Kairi Muskotai. Please to have you as my new roommate. He's funny: he could make me laugh at the stupidest things. He's so sweet, too.'
Although it wasn't much, it was obvious in a way. There were probably more signs but the subconscious of Naminé dared not to look into them. But now it came at her like an 18-wheeler with bright headlights and all. Her eyes looked like they were about to break as everything inside her did. Her hope the Sora was hers again diminished with the flames of pain. Her body trembled fully, but she had to move. She had to get away from them both. If she stayed any longer…who knows what havoc would go on.
The blonde forced her legs to speed away from the couple. Her arms pumped her to fly out the building, yet she wasn't alone.
"Naminé! Wait! Let me explain! Naminé!" Sora called, following her course. Now he knew he was in deep shit.
But he thought what he did…he thought by shutting her out she would learn to move on. Now he knew that plan backfired completely.
'When did she learn to run like this?' He questioned to himself. It was getting harder to spot her flaxen hair whipping behind her. Sora kept on though, mentally thanking the years of sports that helped evolve his stamina.
Naminé took a sharp turn, and nearly tripped. Catching herself, she began again. Tears were streaming and being pushed past her at the same time. Her legs were subconsciously moving since her brain was busy. Everything was an angry and confused blur.
'How could he be so cruel? How could he shut me out, and snag someone else? My best friend nonetheless! Doesn't Kairi know how much I care about him?' Her thoughts were jumbled along with confused, and hurt. Actually, everything hurt all together. Her mind, her body—she just couldn't take it anymore.
So she slowed her pace, walking slower and slower until Naminé passed a large oak tree. She leaned on the tree, and cried harder. Her palms were pressed to her face as if to . By that time, Sora was approaching with heavy breaths.
"Naminé—"
"No! I don't want to hear it! You horrible, lying, asshole! I hate you!" Her back was still to him. He took this as an opportunity to touch her shoulder. She shook it off violently. Naminé spun towards him. She had never been this infuriated or hurt by anyone like this--correction, when he left she was equally filled with immense emotions. She couldn't fight off the deep sadness, nor could she deny her bitter hate for him leaving; he had removed himself from her metaphoric picture with heart-shredding sciccors. Now everything was pouring out of her like an erupting volcano.
"How could you?" She roared fiercely. It scared Sora to see her so angry. "How could you just forget me for 5 years, and-and shove your way back in with another girl? And not any girl, it had to be Kairi! My-Best-Friend: Kairi! Of course, that makes me: The-Dumb-Blonde-Who's-Not-Good-Enough-For-You, right? Of course! So go on Sora, sweep her off her feet like you did me, and then drop her like a rock! Have fun!" It was hard to understand some of those words since she hiccupped in between some, but Sora got the message loud and clear.
"I thought that if we forgot each other…we could move on." He mumbled. Guilt had a very strong hold on him.
"…Tell me, Sora, did you forget me?" She spoke with melancholy after a silence. Her tears still streamed but they were no longer the sad ones.
"No." He didn't regret answering since it was the truth. With all honestly, Sora could never forget Naminé. He always had a lingering thought of her wherever he was or whomever he was with. Whether it was the nostalgia from picturing her smiling or her crying, he never stopped thinking about her.
But when the realization that he may not ever come back hit, there was a deep sadness that nested in his heart—so immense. So he decided that leaving her out his life, trying not to remember her, despite the odds against him. Sora explained that to her. Naminé seemed uninterested; she didn't even seem alive. When she faced the setting sun, the wind blew harshly, and she looked breathtaking. But he knew he couldn't be with her again. All because of his foolish mistakes.
Not only did he push her away, but also he dated another girl, and somehow, her best friend. But he felt like he loved Naminé and Kairi at the same time. Even though Naminé was his first love, it was wrong to break up with Kairi for her. He knew how much the girl returned his feelings. But he couldn't stay away from Naminé now that she was here, back in his life.
"I wish I could take it all back, Naminé. I swear it to you, but I can't just up and leave Kairi for you." He stepped closer until his mouth was inches away from brushing her ear. Her sobs broke any intentions he had though.
"Well you should have never 'up and left' me for her." She retorted with tears.
"…I'm sorry…"
"The hell you are! Stop giving me your pity and go away." He gulped. He wanted so badly to hold her, kiss her forehead, and murmur apologies to her all night, and day. But where would that get him? On the bad side of Kairi, where it could be Hell just as bad as Naminé's.
"It's not like it was easy for me too, you know. You think I got over you as soon I said I'm moving but you don't know that I was actually miserable without you—"
"If you were so miserable, how is it that you were able to seduce Kairi into your arms?" Cold was her voice. Sora finally understood the term: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Because all the guilt she was putting in him…God, was he really the bad guy here? Was anyone at fault?
"I'm—"
"Dammit, Sora! If you're so sorry, why don't you leave me alone? Why can't you see that I don't accept your damn apology and go away? I've explained to you how you made me feel unwanted, and unloved, yet you still stand there making it worse! So, please…" She broke of to flick her raging eyes to his before letting him see her back again. "Stop telling me you're sorry, when you're not."
Now he wanted to scream, and tell her sorry until her ears bled, but obviously she didn't want to hear any of it. So he wouldn't anymore. This was a situation where he just couldn't fix it. No matter what he said.
But he was only giving up for today. He couldn't honestly make her accept his apologies the day they meet again. He'd try harder—each time the chance came. Whether she spit in his face or believe him, he wouldn't stop until she realized that her absence had bitten a chunk out of his heart too.
Sora gave a last sigh, partly because fighting took a lot out of him, and partly because this was too much to handle in one day. He hadn't imagined seeing her again in this way. Turning to walk away he saw Kairi fiddling with her manicured fingers, looking nervously in his direction.
Apparently, his day would continue to grow.
He approached Kairi, who looked ready to rip her hair out from fretting. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Sora silently nodded his head to the parking lot near his dorm. They didn't say another word until they were quietly sitting in his Corvette.
"What happened back there?" Kairi asked with her eyebrows knitting together. He remained stone-faced, tainted baby blues trained on the road.
"I broke her heart again." Sora answered. Kairi had never heard his voice so…shattered. His face betrayed the tone in his voice. A disturbed Sora, meant a scared Kairi.
"You know Naminé?" There was a five percent of dubiousness and the remaining confusion. She thought she had only told the blonde about Sora from her words. Naminé never hinted that she knew him…all though, his name was never spoken.
But before Sora could even nod, Kairi gasped. Her purple eyes bulging.
"…You're not…him, are you? Sora, please don't tell me you're the one that hurt her!" When the engine cut off, she knew his answer.
Horror, guilt, and incredulity, were the shared feelings of the couple. Neither could believe what just occurred or that Naminé was the victim of their cruel unintentional ways.
"I should've known when you said you were from Destiny Islands…" Kairi put some things together, remembering that at her high school, Sora had told her that he wasn't born in Japan like her. And that he always flinched at the sight of blondes with big blue eyes.
After a silence that turned the sky dark, Kairi banged her head onto the headrest. She sighed then inclined her head to Sora's. He gripped the wheel tighter with each emphasized quiet moment.
"How did this happen?" Shakily, Sora fixated his gaze on her. He was ready to unfold the story that he tried so hard to keep inside.
"Whoa…" Exhaled Roxas. Naminé had banged on his door like no tomorrow once the couple had left the campus. He opened the door—half dressed—to have Naminé ram herself into his chest. He calmed her down, and asked her to explain the whole situation to him. And with much stuttering, hiccups, and sobs, she had told him the one reason why she wouldn't date again.
Wouldn't l o v e again.
Naminé stayed still—curled up on his bed with him sitting near her—her toes furled inside her tennis shoes. Roxas took in her words, feeling more and more hate for this Sora-guy.
What type of man—a title 'Sora' didn't deserve—does this to anyone? Not only was she his long-time girlfriend but also Naminé was in complete love with him? How could he sleep at nights, knowing that somewhere the poor girl was bawling her eyes out? Didn't he feel any guilt, remorse, for not keeping in touch? He could have at least ended the relationship earlier then left.
In Roxas's eyes, 'Sora' was the reason why so guys had such a bad name.
"I…don't know what to say…I mean, that was…" Roxas was again at a loss for words. Just one glance at the female and you could see she was broken. Chipping tears ran down her whitish cheeks, hair disarrayed from running, and her eyes bloodshot.
It would be 'Sora's' demise if he met Roxas alone in an alley one night.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that. Well, you have to now, but it's just…wrong." Shaking his head, he hoped the right words would come to mind.
"It's not your fault." His head snapped up. Hearing her voice made him want to slam a fist to 'Sora's' face a hundred times over. She was so destroyed, and pained. He'd never seen anyone like this.
She gave a horribly fake smile, and ruffled his hair. His hand automatically shot up to catch hers, fingers intertwining. Naminé didn't pull back. She didn't even remember why it was Roxas she ran to first. She could've gone to Olette or Selphie, yet neither knew her story. Nor could she turn to her professors, or Satou, or Ms. Lisedon. In a way of justifying her actions, she need to vent, and Roxas just happened to be on her way home.
Yes, he was just an innocent bystander willing to listen.
"I know. I just wish I could've been there for you." He titled his head. His gaze gradually looked away from her. It was hard to keep seeing her like that.
A silence that was needed occurred. The two blonds just sulked in her pain, neither desiring to say something that would add salt to the wound.
"…I need to go…." Naminé finally spoke again. She wouldn't look him in eyes—they still reminded her of him so much. Roxas gave a nod prior to squeezing her hand.
As she stood, he did to. They faced one another but were stubborn to lock gazes. But with a burst of confidence, Roxas titled her chin, and made a vow to never hurt her like 'Sora' did. Naminé bit her lip, and her eyes began to sting again. Luckily, she had cried enough for that day.
So she nodded since her vocabulary had left her. And she walked out of his room, to the next one, locking it and hoping that Roxas wouldn't want to stop by her dorm any time soon.
Random: Did anyone expect that? I tried not to make it horribly obvious, but I still think it was. So, now we've got Sora in the mix! And I decided to make Sora The Defualt Option. Yeah, its pretty self-explanatory.
VoTe: Who should help Nami on her "planning" for Radaint Garden's Halloween Festival?
A-->Roxas B-->Riku or C-->Marluxia?
I'm aware that the festival hasn't even been mentioned but in Free Fate its only the first week of October, and people are just getting excited and so forth. In the mix, Namine is thrown onto the city's comitee for the big shindig, and some hot muscular guy has to help her setup, right? Choose whoever comes first to mind!
GO REVIEW!--randomness: it's the dotting and the crossing that had her jumlbed--
ps: I wrote a rather odd Prom namixas 1shot earlier, and I would appreciate feedback, fangurling or critism.
