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I made Roxas live in Chinatown, New York. Haha. I can't really think of a particular street as to where he would live in, so I thought choosing a small part of a town in NY would be easier.

If you have any suggestions as which particular street Roxas would live in, feel free to message me or tell me in a review.

Enough of me blabbing, on with the chapter. (:


We Share Nothing In Common;
like we did on the in our different worlds..
S
o why am I still here with you?

It had took me awhile soak in the fact that he was my Hayner and I was his Olette.

Disgusting.

So this was the prince charming to whom I talked to on the phone? The one that can slay the dragon and be my knight and shining armor? The one who had the melodic voice like an angel from the heavens above?

I don't think so.

He's no prince charming, no lovely singing angel and certainly no knight and shining armor.

He was more of a rebellious smoking addicted skater boy. If I knew that, I think I would have rather gone to the Bermuda Triangle and be lost forever than coming to New York.

Honestly, I don't know how long we've stared at eachother, but it seemed like it was forever.

"So.. you're Olette? The one I'm supposed to be meeting?" I nodded. Well, no duh. And let me take a wild guess... you're my Hayner? He shook his head in discomfort. "I can't believe this.. after all I went through to-" Whoa, whoa, WHOA. Big misunderstanding, I had to correct him there. There is no way I'm letting him take credit.

"After all you went through?! Did you even consider how far I went to even get here?!"

He lazily took out another cigarette from his pack. "Nope." Taking out a lighter, he put the cigarette between his lips and lit it up. "And frankly, I don't care. You've wasted my time, and here I thought I was going to meet a gorgeous green eyed girl and instead, I'm stuck with a pale, blue eyed, porcelain like doll." He blew out a puff of smoke.

Jerk.

"Well, I've got news for you. You weren't the prince charming that I always thought you out to be, either."

He shrugged. "Like I care." And he really didn't, he turned around and put his view back to the ferry. He continued to puff out smoke from his cigarette like there would be no tomorrow. And it makes me wonder:

Does he realize how much problems and complications he'll have from all of that tar and disgusting chemicals put it one little stick?

I guess not.

I don't know why I'm worried, because for one, he's a total jerk, and two, he seems to have no interest with me, even though we have spoken online before and on the phone a few times.

Ah, whatever. I should just leave. He was right. I wasted his time, and I've wasted mine. There was no point in staying here as seeing that I can't get his full attention.

Sighing heavily, I grabbed my suitcase and started to head out of the ferry. I turned my head slightly to look at him one last time. He was still in his current position. I slowly trudged out. Slowly.

I felt merely like a caterpillar on a sidewalk, obliviously dodging human steps along the way.

That was until I heard other sounds mimicking my footsteps. When I stopped, they did too. I didn't bother to turn around. I was hallucinating. Especially today.

I slowly started again, not hearing the awkward sounds behind me, I continued normally.

After about 15 seconds or so, I could initially feel someone's presence behind me. Again. I could tell too by the light sounds they made on the pavement. In a natural reaction, I quickly spun around and had my fists tightened to get a good look at whoever was behind me. Low and behold...

It was no one.

I felt like an idiot. I could probably note that my cheeks were a red tinted color. My skin tends to change color easily when I'm embarrassed and I hate it. Of course, in this type of winter-y weather you wouldn't be able to tell difference. It's 15 degrees outside and I'm blowing out cold air like a mid-evil dragon. Good thing for me, though.

Turning back around, I started up again. Happy that I heard no sounds behind me, I picked up my pace a little. And when I did, I did the most stupidest thing you could do at this time of year. I planted each foot without looking and having that 'I was on top of the world, no one can stop me' feeling.

When I turned to the corner of the street, my right foot managed to step on some chunk of ice. Of course, me being me, I didn't realize because I thought that I was equally balanced on the ground. And then,

Slip.

I felt myself skid a little across the icy grounds and eventually, I lost control and fell.

Ow.

I pushed half my body up, mostly straining the huge pain I felt on my butt, I lied right back down. It was way too much discomfort for me. And when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I heard someone snickering above me.

Keeping my head straight forward and my gaze up, my eyes came into view of him.

He was staring down below me, restraining a laugh. Eventually giving in, he started to let it all out. And for god's sake, he was crying, crying from laughing so hard. It never looked good on a boy. Ever.

I immediately pushed myself up, stumbling a little bit, and dusted myself off. I could feel myself heat up this time, and it wasn't the sudden change of weather either.

After he finished wiping his eyes, he looked at me. I could now see that his eyes were less clouded and more of a blu-ish color.

"Klutz."

Ugh. I had no time for this. Seriously.

I ignored him, I'm mean, what was I supposed to say anyway? And more importantly, what was it that he wanted from me? He was suspecting Olette, not me.

He tapped my shoulder.

He tapped it again...

and again,

and again,

and-

I walked away from him. It was finally my chance to cross the street anyway without getting hit by some car that probably doesn't even have insurance.

Even crossing the street, he still followed me.

Now this, is what you call a definition of a stalker.

When I made it across the street, I was a little fumed. I finally have to guts to turn around and say something to him, but before I could open my mouth he hushed my words and drowned it with his own.

"Look" he sighed "We got off to a bad start, and I want to make up for it."

"I-"

"Shh."

"But-"

"Ah ah ahhh." He shook his pointer finger at me.

"Why-"

"What did I just tell-"

"Will you let me talk!?" He got a little taste of his own medicine. Finally.

I was breathing heavily, and I felt dizzy. I put my hand that wasn't occupied with the suitcase and put it on my forehead.

I closed my eyes. "What do you want?"

He shrugged absently. "If you didn't know, it's called apologizing." I heaved a heavy sigh. "You don't think I know that?" I put the hand that was rested on my forehead back down to my side. "Why are you following me?" He shook his head. "It's not called following, it's called 'tracking you down'."

"Answer my question."

"But-"

"Answer me."

"I-" I crossed my arms and tapped my right foot. I was really getting impatient here. Really.

His face went from a mere confusing look to a frown. "Never mind. I guess you don't want to hear what I have to say." I stood silent and bit my lip. "I take that as a 'Yes', then." He was about to turn and walk away but I stopped him.

"Wait."

He shifted his gaze to the ground and then back at me. "What?"

What does he mean what? Didn't he just say that he had an offer? "I- er, what was the offer?"

"Oh, so now you wanna know?" He sneered and crossed his arms. I nodded. "Do you have anywhere to stay?"

"W-What?"

"Do you need hearing aids? I said do you have anywhere to stay? And to top it off, I'm trying to be nice to you." I thought about it for a moment. At first, having the idea of sharing a place with a complete and total stranger was not a good idea. But.. I guess you can say he's not a total stranger(since I've talked to him on the phone and all..) but merely a person I was not expecting to meet. It's either a.) Be in New York stranded by myself and try to search a place to stay, but eventually have no success or b.) stay with.. whatever his name was, until I get myself settled and find a hotel.

And I think I plan to go with choice B.

I played with my fingers and tried to put my saddest face I could possibly ever put on. "No.. I don't have.. anywhere to stay.." He rose an eyebrow. "Fine. I'll let you stay at my place... for awhile." I cracked a small smile. "But don't think you're fooling anyone with your 'puppy look' face." He shook his head and took out a cigarette from his pack once again. He stuck it between his lips.

"Want one?" I scrunched up my face in disgust and shook my head. How could I have one of those things you call a cigarette? He snickered and shrugged. "Suit yourself, you're missing out." Oh. I'm sure I am(sarcasm).

With him leading the way, I felt my eyes beginning to wander around aimlessly in the Streets of New York City.


It felt like hours when we walked. And to make it worse, we walked in silence. Occasionally, I would get some off the cigarette smoke he puffed out along the way; he didn't mean it I'm sure, but the wind just took it's course and decided that blowing it in my direction would be best. I felt my stomach make twists and turns. I wanted to gag. Really bad.

I spoke up. "Where are we going?" Realizing what I had said, I decided to close my mouth. I didn't want to say anything anymore. Everything I said would just end up coming out the wrong way.

"Somewhere."

Somewhere? SOMEWHERE? If I wanted to be anywhere, it would never be somewhere. I frowned in confusion. It took a lot to get answers out of someone like this kid. It was very frustrating, and let me tell you, not very helpful.

We turned around another corner of a sidewalk.

Let's see... we took this corner.. that corner... another corner here.. there...

I counted about 23 corners we took. Or.. no, that's right.

23 corners we've turned since we started walking.

And just about when I thought we were done making corners, we turned on another one.

I heard yelling of some sort coming in our direction, and it looked like someone was about to get jumped. Nice. He, or I don't know what his name is yet, didn't stop walking. In fact, he kept on towards the fight. I nudged him slightly, hoping that he would notice.

It didn't work.

"What are you doing!?" I whispered. "Walking forward, that's what." He said it all too casually and loud. "But there's a-"

"I know. Just keep walking." What? Is he out of his mind?!

While we got closer, the kid who was getting beat up received several damages. He was practically getting mugged liked there was no tomorrow; and it scared me.

As we walked by the fight, I bit my lip. What if all the sudden these guys start to beat me up? In advanced, I closed my eyes shut. Whatever was going to happen, I sure hope that I was prepared for it.

A step.

Step.

And another step.

Done.

We were by the fight. I let out a huge sigh of relief; and as suspected, a small crowd of some sort started to form. Out of all this time.. it makes me wonder...

Where was the police?

Oh. And by the way, that would happen to be our 24th corner we took today.


After a few more buildings we passed, we ended up at a local coffee and latte shop.

As we both stepped inside, the chimes and bells that were attached to the entrance door chimed. Hm. How nice. Reminded me of a certain somewhere...

The shop aura hit me like a strong breeze, it smelt so good.

Plus, this place looks awfully familiar...

It hit me like a ton of bricks to realize what place I was talking about.

My old job.

My heart suddenly felt achy, as if I were stabbed straight through or something. It hurt, it really did. A huge amount of guilt washed over me. Remembering painful memories was really not what I needed now... Especially of Tidus...

I heard a faint voice, but I wasn't really sure at all where it came from. You could say that I was in my dream state.

"Uh, hellooo?" He waved his hand in front of my face.

Oh. He was talking to me.

"Y-Yeah?" He tried to suppress a laugh. I frowned. "What's so funny?" I crossed my arms.

"Your stupid" he simply stated.

Ah ha. Typical response.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, thanks." Is that all he could do? Give me negative comments? "I asked you what you wanted to order, you were just like... I don't know.. totally spaced out there. It looked like you were half dead, so I decided to order for you, hope you're fine with that." Before I could open my mouth to say anything, he turned away to walk to the nearest table.

I decided that arguing back was pointless and no use at all, so I decided to go with him and sit.

The tables in the shop were circular and small. You could probably only fit about 3 school textbooks width and length wise. The fact that the metal chairs with these so called 'cushions' didn't make it comfortable either. I have to admit though, the way how everything was set up was like an 'I'm at home' feeling. I sighed, my mind was at point blank now; I had completely nothing to say to at least to up a conversation.

"Your orders are ready. Pumpkin Pie for one and Vanilla latte for both." As soon as our orders were set on the table, he quickly grabbed his Pumpkin Pie and devoured it.

I stared down at my Vanilla latte. I boredly swished the cup around a little to make sure everything was mixed perfectly. I could feel eyes burning through my forehead, but I didn't dare take a chance to look at it back. It was just completely odd silence between both of us.

Everything was so different online.

Sighing in defeat, I decided that drinking my latte before it got cold would be best.

Silence. Silence.

And more silence.

We just didn't talk, however, he proved me wrong.

He roughly cleared his throat. At first, that's what he did, until, Mr. Mucus decided that coming out right now is a good time to disgust Miss Namine.

I felt my stomach turn a little, he was really trying his best to get rid of this thing wasn't he? I put hand on my forehead so I wouldn't have to look at him. It was too disgusting. I mean, honestly, he was getting stares from people in the shop.

We happen to be the center of attention right now.

After he tried to hawk it up one more time, I got the sense that he needed to spit. I looked at him for a mere second, was he going to spit on the plate. Oh no no no NO. He can't do that. That's unsanitary! Before he could, I quickly shoved the napkin in front of his face, he took it, as seeing about what I was trying to tell him not to do. He spit into the napkin and took a chance at clearing his throat one more time, and for once,

he sounded normal.

He sniffed a few times, and rubbed his nose. It could have been the possibility that he was sick; but most likely not.

"Y'know... I never got your name" he roughly said.

I looked up at him in surprise. He wanted to know my name? Well, I was going to be staying at his 'place' for awhile, so I might as well just tell him.

"Namine."

He was about to say his name until he had to clear his throat again. "Ro.. ahem.. xas." What? Do you mind saying that again? And likewise, he spit into the napkin.

This time, he stuck his hand out, I hesitantly took it, I mean, after all the spitting he has been through, I don't know where his hands have been.

"Roxas."

Roxas, huh? It was.. a different yet... cool name. And just like him, it fit his description just perfectly. Although it wasn't cool at the least.

How ironic and what a metaphor that was.

The waiter came by with the pay check in his hand. Assuming the amount of money, Roxas paid. "Here" he took out a 10 dollar bill "keep the change." He stood up from the table, put his hands in his pockets and smoothly guided his way out.

There was just something about him that made him so mysterious... and I couldn't put a finger on it. I shrugged off the weird feeling and walked out.


"So... are we almost there yet?" I asked.

"Almost."

From my boredom and as a form of entertainment, I observed how New York was really like. I kept myself occupied with the most absurd things you can imagine. Counting lines on the sidewalk, observing names of streets, and I even found out that we're was a place called 'Chinatown'. And it looks like China, too.

Hm. How obvious.

As we strolled through Chinatown, the smell of the restaurants got to me.

It made my stomach grunt in anger and make nasty protests against me to eat. It wasn't helping for the fact that all I had was a Vanilla latte that didn't even make my stomach half full.

New York was so different from Los Angeles. Each street had it's own personality, it's own world, and it's own people. Almost like a clan, if you're not from a certain place, then you're lost.

Or maybe it's just me.

I'm always lost.

"Hey, Numina."

I glared. "It's Namine."

"Yeah, right. Anyways, we're here." I looked up, and he was right, I found myself staring at an extremely tall burgundy colored apartment building. You can see the faded, yet, still visible number on the poorly painted, chipped door.

'303'.

He walked up three steps to the apartment door. He fumbled with his coat pocket a little trying to find his keys. Nothing.

"Shit."

"What?" I got nervous. "Please don't tell me you've lost your keys." When he couldn't find it in his coat, he checked in his pant pockets. He was frantic, I could tell. When he dug into his pockets, he stuck his tongue out with a perplexed look on his face. Silently, I mused to myself.

How cute.

...

Oh for god's sake! What are you thinking Namine?

I mentally slapped myself. I needed to get my head out of the clouds and set myself straight. Maybe his action was cute. But him in overall? No. Not at all. Especially a druggie. I shuddered completely at the thought.

"Found it."

I heard the sound of keys dangling. He fumbled a little at first, I'm guessing he was having trouble opening the door?

Most likely.

I was practically dying to get it inside. I couldn't wait any longer; in anticipation, I started to move my legs up and down as if I was jogging in place. By now, I thought I was used to the extremely chilly weather, but standing in place for a few minutes straight does not help at all.

Hearing the door open, I turned to see that Roxas was already inside. I quickly picked up my suitcase and headed up the steps, but by doing so, I seemed to trip over my own twofeet. Or to make myself seemed less stupid, I tripped over the small set of steps. Yeah.. that's right.

"Oof!"

Since I had the suitcase in one hand, I didn't get the proper chance to safely put both hands out in time to save me from an injury, so in return, I felt a sharp pain hit the bottom of my chin. I lied there for a few moments, sprawled out just to keep myself together before I stumble again...

When I looked up just an inch, Roxas came into view.

"What the hell are you doing? Get inside! You're letting all the cold air into the other apartments!" And he left. He didn't even trouble himself to help me. Who the hell did I think this kid was anyway? Superman?

I could barely use my arms to push myself up. My body was aching all over the place. I unconsciously placed a hand and ran it over my chin lightly. And just as suspected:

I was bleeding.

I winced at the sight of blood. For some reason, seeing blood, even if it's an ounce of it, makes me freak out. Especially if it's my own. Finally, with all the strength I had left in my body, I got up from the floor. I grabbed my suitcase again, and started off the small steps of stairs. Slowly. Successfully, I managed to make it up to the open door.

Boy, that was a real workout.

Once I walked through into the apartment building, the door suddenly slammed itself shut behind me. I quickly whipped around at the speed of light only finding myself to be staring at nothing but a closed door. I shivered slightly, goosebumps ran along my arms and under my coat. I was having thoughts about the building.

And they weren't very good ones, either.

I turned to face what was ahead of me and found myself staring a very long hallway with many doors on the side waiting to be opened. And it occurred to me that Roxas left and didn't bother to tell me what his door number was.

Damn it.

The lights in the hallway were dim. Some lights were even blinking. Whatever the case, it was creepy and I wanted to get the hell out.

Too late for that now, though.

This was well a complete waste of time if you ask me.

I looked around at my surroundings some more and go figure.

There was a flight of stairs to my left and my right. Frustrated, I put my fee hand on my forehead to try and see if I could concentrate. I actually had a train of thought going..

Think Namine, THINK. What would be the best thing to do?

clank.. clank.. clank..

I was interrupted from my thoughts when I suddenly heard a noise from up above in the left stair well case. I couldn't tell if anyone was up there because it was pitch black...

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

Ignoring the 'ghostly' like clanking in the stair well, I tried to think of many possible ways as to which I can do this. And I only thought of one...

To search through all the possible apartment doors and find Roxas's.


Finally glad I got this chapter up.
I had a chance because there was no school today(wishing really helps, ha)
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But ehhh.. I guess I did okay on this chapter... not as good as I wanted it to turn out. :/

Looks like Namine has some searching to do and BIG TIME.

& I would like to thank all of the reviewers, seriously. Especially ones who've supported in continuing this story in the first place. You know who you are. (:

Until next time,
- Miss Tigress