"Can you tell me something?" Naminé asked.

"Tell you what, Naminé?" Roxas adjusted his hood over his eyes.

She sighed. "Anything."

On the very last day of summer, Naminé, Hayner, Pence, and Ollete were sitting at the usual spot waiting for Hayner's 'Master Plan.' This, apparently, was more difficult to come up with than anyone had thought, because it had been taking Hayner over an hour to deduce his first real piece of a blueprint. And, honestly, it didn't truly count as much of a 'plan.'

"Well, I guess that leaves the question of... who wants to go get ice cream?" Hayner put his hand over his mouth in thought.

"Hayner, why do you need ice cream?" Ollete sighed and rubbed her temples.

"It helps me think." he retorted defensively. "So, who wants to go?"

Everybody sighed simultaneously. Naminé coughed amid the absense of volunteering voices.

Hayner smiled. "Naminé! How thoughtful."

"Bu-" she started to protest.

"Be back soon!" he shouted and pushed her towards the direction of the road that led to tram common. "Can't waste the last day of summer!"

"I haven't got any munny!" she called to him. But he didn't hear her, so she sighed in defeat and walked the familiar path to the shopping square. As she walked she passed in-between massive cream buildings and small, quaint ones that reflected the light from the setting sun.

And then, very suddenly, Naminé was overcome with joy. In that moment she wished it could've stayed like that. She wanted to be in that exact spot, in that exact moment, forever. She didn't want It to be the last day of summer. She didn't want to go back to routine. But in her heart she feared nothing was going to be the same anyway. She didn't know how, or why. But she knew something was different this summer... something that couldn't be changed.

As she was walking through the streets and amidst the sun-bathed shops, she felt a drop of moisture fall from the skies and land with a small splash on her cheek. At first she thought it to be a stray droplet from a neighboring garden's sprinklers, but dismissed this upon seeing that as she walked along the street more and more pelted her soft cheeks.

With the back of her hand she wiped them away as they came. Rain? No, it didn't rain in twilight town. The only way Naminé had ever even heard of rain was from stories. Stories of people who had travelled beyond her world, and felt the rain in new far away places. So why was it raining? she wondered.

The drops became more consistent; they pelted Naminé with a pattern- like rhythm. She grinned as she looked up towards the sky as a thousand clear raindrops melted onto her skin. Then, out of pure happiness, she held the bottom of her dress and danced through the common. Her hair was wet and matted to her face, and each tiny droplet clung to a strand and dissolved. Around the Square amazing rain was dripping from the sky, long since overdue. But also equally... impossible. But regardless of the improbability of this misty, impromptu rain, Naminé let it fall on her, without taking cover.

Naminé decided to share this immense joy with her friends, but she had promised to get ice cream; though had completely forgotten how she might pay for it. So she skipped and jumped through the puddling streets until she made it up the hill to Sunset Plaza. From where she could see, the tall clock tower was being drenched in the rain. She ran to the small, slightly-submerged ice cream shop nestled alongside the station tower to buy some sea-salt ices.

When she remembered she didn't have munny, she sighed and sat under the huge steps leading to the big glass doors of central station. She stared straight ahead at the soaking town. She didn't think about how she was going to get ice cream, all she could think about was the rain. It seemed to wash away all her fears of the future and memories from the past, and it made her feel clean.

"You know if you hadn't any munny, you should have asked." A sky blue sea-salt ice appeared in front of her face, held by a thin black gloved hand.

Naminé took it carefully. She had just realized she didn't want it; she was already in serious danger of catching a dreadful cold as it was. But she took a small bite anyway. She shivered.

Roxas slowly lowered himself down on the dry step. As she looked Naminé could see his face was still covered by the black material of his hood, so she could still not see him as clearly as she'd hoped.

Naminé thought about her reply, hoping it could make up for her giving the ice cream back, as she was now shaking profusely from the cold. "How can I? I've no idea where to see you." she answered.

He turned to her. "You're seeing me right here, aren't you?" he pointed out.

All Naminé did was nod. The cold was making her drowsy.

"And I rather like this spot." Roxas continued and strained his neck to look upwards.

"Although... A little bit... higher."

Minutes later Roxas had led Naminé to the highest point of the clock-tower. (which just so happened to be REALLY high up). Of course, Naminé had done her fair share of objections, pleading, and moaning, but now that they were up there, she saw what was so great about it. In addition to the marvelous view of the whole north side of the town,
Naminé had a clear, perfect view of the sky. This included the picturesque and prismatic sunset, which was finally starting to clear. Leaving in it's wake of joy soaked streets, fresh air, and a sopping wet Naminé, who was the only person lunatic enough to run uncovered through the square in the pouring rain.

"Are you cold?" Roxas asked Naminé in concern.

She wrapped her arms around her skinny waist. "No." she smiled. "It felt nice."

"Ah, so that's why you were dancing in the common." he laughed.

She blushed. He had seen her?

"I've never felt rain before." she gazed at the sky.

Roxas scoffed. "You what?"

She smiled sheepishly. "Twilight Town does not get rain."

He sounded skeptical. "Naminé, I've seen some pretty crazy things but nothing compares to a town never having rain. That's ridiculous."

"Yes?" she looked at him. "What crazy things?"

It surprised Naminé in some aspects that she was even speaking to this boy. And it surprised her even more that even though she had just met him, she would trust him with her life. But in other ways it didn't. She felt like she had just reunited with a very old friend, one she wasn't meant to be separated from in the first place. So as she sat with Roxas, and talked with him, it felt completely and totally right. And that's what surprised her the most.

He leaned back against the concrete slab backing the place where they were sitting. "Well," he decided. "I've defeated heartless the size of half this tower."

"Well that is crazy." she laughed. "Depending solely on what a heartless is, however."

He put his arms behind his head.

Suddenly Naminé saw a blurry vision of the same thing, but different. The boy was wearing red, and his hair was spiky and brown. But his eyes were closed. It flashed through her mind for only a second, then Roxas was there again.

"...Naminé?" he asked. "You there?"

She refocused her attention. "Yes, sorry."

He sat up. "What did you see?" he asked like he knew she had seen something of importance.

"Um... well I'm not sure, entirely. But it looked like a boy... wearing red."

"What did he look like?" he asked seriously. From where his head was turned she could tell he was staring right into her eyes.

She smiled. "Almost like you. But with a face."

He laughed. "I've got a face, Naminé. Maybe someday you'll see what it looks like." he rested once more against the wall, and stared into the sunset.

Naminé had no idea what to say to this, so she leaned back against the wall too and closed her eyes.

"Roxas?" she asked quietly after a few moments silence.

"Hm?" she heard from the space beside her.

She sat up. "Who was that girl?"

He turned his covered head slightly and looked at her. "Um..."

"She came to me. She told me that 'time was running out.' And I think..." Naminé thought back. "I think she dropped a... shell."

At the word shell Roxas sat up. "Xion..." he whispered.

Naminé couldn't recall anyone of that name. "Who?" she asked him.

"No one... well, I mean... just somebody from work, I guess. I don't think she was supposed to see you." he was quiet for awhile.

Naminé let him think in silence. When she couldn't handle not talking any longer she asked, "Roxas?"

He didn't look but acknowledged her with a, "Mm?"

"Can you tell me something?" she asked.

"Tell you what, Naminé?" Roxas adjusted his hood over his eyes.

She sighed. "Anything." she said.

He laughed. "Like what?"

Naminé had so many questions she didn't even know where to begin. She decided to ask, "What exactly is happening with me?" knowing it basically covered all her general enquiries.

He was quiet again. "I... I can't say Naminé." After looking at the deflated look on Naminé's face, however, he said, "But it's going to be okay. You have to trust me." Naminé saw a glimmer of a reliable, truthful smile underneath his wisps of golden hair.

Naminé already trusted him. "Trust somebody who won't even show me his face?" She smirked for fun.

"What? Naminé doesn't trust me?" he pouted.

She didn't say anything but lifted her eyebrow. "Maybe..."

He jumped up. "Well, I'll have to change that!"

"Uh, I don't think-" Naminé began.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Liquid-like warmness flowed through her hand to her face, and a small blush crept across her cheeks.

"Hope we don't fall." he said as he led her to the center of the towers face side.

"What?" she exclaimed in terror.

He faced her. "Ready to fly, Naminé?"

Now she was getting scared. "Fly? I c-can't! What are you doing?"

"Proving you can trust me." he tightened his grip on her hand.

"This is suicide!" she screamed to the air.

"Nonsense." he scoffed. "Shoot for the ground. If you miss, you'll land on the ground. Win-win." he said.

"Win-what?" her big blue eyes widened in fear.

"Look, Naminé." he released her hand. "How am I ever going to prove to you that you trusted me if you don't give me a chance?"

Trusted? she looked at him. "Roxas... do I... know you?"

"Do you?" his voice dropped lower. It made Naminé shiver slightly. She couldn't answer but looked down over the ledge and whimpered. "I think I'm going to go back down now, thank you."

Roxas laughed then grasped her hand again. "Jump!" He bent his knees and leapt from the tower, taking Naminé with him.

She didn't have time to scream. (She barely had enough time to make a mental note to remind herself that Roxas was totally and completely insane.) But a split second later she was flying. Well, falling. But in the air, watching the buildings melt around her and holding Roxas' hand; it felt like the most elated form of flight. As euphoric as the feeling was, however, it lasted only moments before Naminé looked down and saw the concrete coming closer. She gasped. From the corner of her eye she saw Roxas stretch his black covered arm and open his palm. A great dark chasm opened between Naminé and Roxas and the ground. Naminé closed her eyes in preparation for impact, but no such force came.

"Naminé!" she heard Roxas call. She opened her eyes. They were surrounded by a lengthy dark corridor. Slowly they were falling through a black void. And then...at the end...a light was opening. Naminé closed her eyes…

Roxas can fly! But, we already knew that ;)