AuthoR Note: Please don't kill me for waiting a horribly long time to update this fic. :( I just... lost interest for a little while. Not enough to say I didn't care about it anymore, just didn't feel much like writing. I needed a break, I suppose. Sorrryyy.

Here's what I have.

Namine was still sitting on Roxas' lap for support, her cheeks a fiery blaze, when Axel busted through the doors. The wind and rain from the storm they were beginning to sail through flew into the cabin and set the air in a light mist. Axel met eyes with his captain, and his once serious face dropped, a casual grin replacing it.

"I'm not interrupting, am I?" Axel said, a mischievous look in his eyes. He knew the situation was bad enough, but he couldn't resist. Besides, there was already a high probability that Xemnas' plan to sail straight into the dark mass ahead of them was going to get them killed anyway. Why not have fun while he still could? All this stress was going to give him gray hair, and he scowled mentally at that thought. Red and gray just don't mix.

Roxas glared at his navigator, "What do you want?" The tone of his voiced gave away that he was less than thrilled. Namine shifted, trying to get into a less awkward position. She still felt weak from whatever magic Xemnas used earlier, standing wasn't an option yet.

Axel's grin widened, "Just stopping by to say hi. That's what you hired me for, right?"

Roxas was less than amused, "Axel."

The intense glare Axel was getting shut him up for now. He sighed. "Fine, excuse me for trying to lighten the mood. Not that you two need any help with that..."

"Axel!"

"Kidding. Anyway, black mass coming straight at twelve o'clock. I'd say we have an hour." Axel glanced behind his shoulder. "Scratch that, forty or so minutes. Wind's picking up."

Roxas nodded. "Anything else?"

Axel's expression turned serious again, "Yeah. Bunker down, this is going to be one hell of a ride. It's getting crazy. The wind's been shifting directions like a hurricane. Now it's blowing us straight into the eye of the storm-that black void. I don't know what to expect once- well... if we make it in all in once piece, so I'd prepare for rough seas. You may want to get the princess here set. I don't see anyone going out in that weather except for me."

Roxas thought about it, and saw that Axel had a good point. "Send for someone to bring Namine's things in here. I don't want her alone while we go through the worse of it. Got it?"

"Yeah, wish us luck." Axel said, and closed the doors behind him. Once the doors were shut, the air stilled and the cabin was quiet except for the wind that could be heard whipping at the sides of the boat from outside.

"This... it's horrible," Namine said, burrowing her head in Roxas' chest. They had to figure out what to do, somehow, they couldn't go though with Xemnas' plans. It would kill Namine to hurt her friends, but even more to hurt Roxas. But, that's exactly what Xemnas wants.

He enjoys killing from the inside, and he loves it even more when it's his victim that drives the knife through their own heart. Even metaphorically speaking, it still makes him a very easy man to hate.

"I know," Roxas whispered, trying his best to calm the girl still in his arms. "I'll figure something out, alright? Don't worry about it."

Namine looked up at him with a strange look on her face. "How can I not worry about it? It's all my fault. This stupid ability I have is going to hurt everyone!" Tears began to fall again, and Roxas wiped them away quickly.

"Just trust me," Roxas smiled, though he didn't feel at all like smiling. He only did it for her sake. There was a knock on the door, and Roxas sighed. It would be someone with Namie's things. Slowly, he helped her stand up, watching to make sure she wouldn't stumble when he left her alone to open the cabin door.

"Axel told me to bring this stuff." It was Demyx, a goofy smile on his face. Somehow, even though the older blond was soaked to the bone, all of Namine's things were dry. Roxas shook his head with amusement. If anyone could have managed that, it was the water savy pirate in front of him.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Roxas said, grabbing a bag full of what was left in Namine's previous sleeping quarters. In Demyx's other hand was a bed roll, which Roxas also look graciously before waving Demyx off.

Once the door was closed, Roxas placed the bag with Namine's things on the table. It wasn't much, but it was still hers, and it would at least bring her some comfort. With the bed roll still in hand, Roxas moved to clear out the side of his cabin with the most room, laying the bed down on the floor and grabbing a thick quilt from one of the cabinets nearby. He walked over to Namine and wrapped the quilt around her shoulders.

"It's probably going to get cold in here once we pass though, if not sooner. You're going to need this," Roxas said, guiding Namine over to her new makeshift bed.

"Thanks," Namine mumbled, soon finding herself sitting down with the blanket still wrapped around her, Roxas kneeling at her side with his hand placed gently on her shoulder, steadying her. She was still so tired, but knew she couldn't fall asleep even if she tried. There was too much bothering her. It would keep her awake she was sure... and even if she could sleep, who knew what would happen once they passed into the subspace created by Xemnas, how much time they would have before he would be back to use her.

"You should get some rest while you can."

Namine nearly smiled, Roxas' words contradicting her exact thoughts. "I really cant-"

"You need it," he insisted, and Namine frowned. "I don't know what we're going to do... but you're going to need your strength."

"I'll be fine," Namine assured, but Roxas saw right though her calm facade. He could see the tiredness in her eyes, the worry and regret. Everything... and it killed him inside.

"You worry to much," Roxas teased, trying his best at a smirk, anything to cheer Namine up. Her eyes turned to that of confusion, not realizing just how well Roxas saw through her, how well he read her eyes. "Leave it all to me. I am a pirate after all, and a good one at that. I'll figure something out."

Namine could feel her chest tighten, the panic that was building up inside of her. He was trying so hard when she was the one who got them both into this mess. She let her guard down, passed up her one chance of escape to live a life she had no business being involved with in the first place. And now... now she was going to have to sit and watch while she was forced to hurt all of the people she cared about.

"You don't..." Namine began, trying her hardest not to start crying again, "You shouldn't have to do anything... I should have gone back." Two pairs of blue eyes were locked on to one another. "Now everyone's..." Namine whispered, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor, her hands balled into tight fist in front of her. "Now everyone is involved and it's-"

Namine stopped when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, filling her with a feeling of warmth. Magic, she thought, he was using his magic on her, and she couldn't find it in her heart to be angry.

She felt a chin rest on her shoulder, heard Roxas' breathing next to her ear. She felt calm, and her vision began to loose focus, the cabin becoming nothing more than a blur of shapes and colors.

"It's not your fault, Namine," Roxas said, his voice full of conviction. "Now let me take care of it... of you."

In the next moment, Namine slipped into unconsciousness, the faint traces of a smile visible on her lips. Roxas laid her down gently on her bed, covering her with the quilt before leaning down and ever so lightly, almost cautiously, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

AuthoR note: Ugh, kill me. I deserve it. I'm completely messing up this fic and I know it. That's what happens when I don't plan stuff out straight from the beginning. I hope it was somewhat alright to read. I know it's short, but it's the best I can give right now.

Next chapter I'm going to be moving on from the mushy/panic stuff. Honestly, these two can only handle so much.