Just for reference... Chastity has several definitions. The one I chose to use was: "restraint and simplicity in design or expression."

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Seven Heavenly

Chastity: Waiting

The look on Sora's face was ecstatic, even deliciously happy as he looked into the dark portal that she had created. It made her smile, made her feel warm inside even though she had no Heart to help her make that warmth.

She was happy.

"For me, Naminé?" He asked curiously, the bright smile beginning to falter slightly on the twenty five year old's face. Sora looked around nervously at the white walls and rooms that made up their home. "I mean... you said to never leave the Castle." He said honestly.

Naminé nodded and smiled. "I know... but it's not every day you turn twenty five, dear. I thought it'd be a nice surprise!" She laughed sheepishly. The smile on his face suddenly grew three sizes bigger, making her nonexistent Heart flutter inside of her chest.

She loved him so much.


The sun hurt her eyes as she awakened.

After a moment Naminé looked up to the ceiling of her home, watching carefully for any signs of the boy being awake. If he was, the sand above her would shake hard and trickle into her eyes. She would also hear the voice of her warden telling the boy to wake up completely and to haul his butt out of bed.

The ceiling didn't move. But the memory witch did hear voices.

"I don't care if she thinks he's her son, I'm not letting him see her." Riku said irritably to someone and she heard the sound of something being slammed onto the kitchen table just above her head. "Naminé's a monster for keeping Sora locked up for so many years."

The witch wrapped her arms around her legs, listening intently to the voices. He was talking about Sora. He was talking about her son. If she listened, she could know more about what happened to both of them.

The second voice was familiar, but not quite the same. "Riku... you know that she was lonely," The stranger said in a calm way. His words were followed by the clink of a mug being placed on the table. "Nobodies don't have emotions, so her actions-"

"I don't give a damn about her actions! I don't care what she thought she was doing! She killed them both and now he doesn't have his mother or his father!" She heard another slam, presumably Riku's fists this time. "Because of her! Because what she did in order to make sure that a Nobody could have a child!"

Naminé remembered. She remembered what she did in order to have her son.

A tentative hand dropped to her not quite swollen belly, gently feeling beneath the soft fabric of her white dress.

"We're... we're gonna have a...?" Sora stammered out nervously, obviously not knowing what to think of her announcement. Naminé smiled and nodded.

"We're going to have a baby."

The shy smile on his face was almost enough to make her feel. All she needed in order to have the baby was a Heart. With a Heart, she would be able to have the baby. With a Heart, Naminé would be whole and her promises would come true.

All she needed was to find Kairi.

Sora wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, and hugged her. "I love you, dear," The Keyblade Master whispered to her and the emotion in his voice was so real, it made her begin to cry. "I love you."

Naminé hugged him back, and she knew that she would find Kairi soon. A smile crossed her lips as she rubbed the small of Sora's back, attempting to calm down the overexcited man.

All she needed to do now was to kill Kairi and rip her Heart out and she knew exactly where to go to find her.

"Sora... would you like to go out with me soon? For your birthday?"


She hadn't touched anything in years.

Naminé looked up at the ceiling and wondered where her son was. She hadn't been able to see him, hadn't been able to touch him in years. She hadn't been able to for years. Riku had taken him away from her.

If she was good, then she could see her son. That had been the deal with Riku from years ago. In exchange for giving birth to her child, Riku would raise him and make sure that Sora would take care of him too.

The memory witch had been trapped alone in the house beneath the sand for the fourteen years that her son had been alive. She glanced back up to the ceiling, getting up only to check the place where her son's bed was above her. One part of her room was underneath her son's room and the other part was under the kitchen. She wasn't sure if Riku had planned it that way when he dug the rooms out.

She couldn't actually touch it, of course; the layers of sand between the floorboards and her prison took care of that. But she could almost feel the boy sleeping above him. Naminé reached up to the ceiling and touched the sand, trying to feel the warmth of her child.

But she couldn't feel it, not since she had lost Kairi's Heart. She couldn't feel anything anymore. She dropped back down to her bed, waiting patiently for the movement above her.

"She's lonely. Staying down there, under that promise that if she touches anything she'll be trapped there forever..." The second voice continued suddenly. "It's not right, Riku, forcing her into that so-called purity."

Riku sighed, obviously having calmed down enough to talk rationally. She hears the scraping of a chair and the clinking of plates moving against each other as the man rearranged things on the table. "It's not right what she did to you, Sora... or Roxas, whatever name you like."

Roxas chuckled softly, though there was no emotion in his voice. "Roxas. Sora and I aren't quite the same person, and you know that," He explained patiently, though Riku snorted in mocking laughter. "We don't share all of the same memories, only the most painful or the most clear so I can understand why she thought getting rid of Kairi was the best option. ... She wasn't right in the head then, Riku."

Naminé heard the slurp of something being drunk from a glass. "Of course not, she was pregnant... or she claimed she was. Don't you think it's weird that she couldn't have Skye until well after she stole Kairi's Heart? It took her nine months..." Riku coughed and took another slurp from his cup.

Coffee, probably. She could smell it even though the sand.

"Because she became Kairi, more or less. That's why her son isn't her son." Roxas theorized with a laugh. "That's why he has red hair instead blond. Because he's Sora's son through Kairi."

Naminé's body shook angrily, though she couldn't quite feel the emotion. How dare they, how dare they say that her son wasn't hers? She had given birth to him, she had felt him move inside of her, she had stolen a Heart to make sure that her dreams came true for him, she was trapped in this sandy hellhole in order to make sure that Riku treated him right!

"You know she can hear us, right?" Roxas asked softly and she heard him set his glass down.

Riku laughed. "Of course I know. She should hear this. I would have killed your 'son' if he had had blond hair, Naminé!" He called out to her mockingly. Naminé hissed at the ceiling but made no other noise, trying to stay clean and pure and simple so that she could hold her son again. "He's not yours, Naminé, he's Kairi's!" He repeated before dropping his voice to a low whisper, keeping her from hearing any further.

Simple and clean.

All she had to do was to remain clean and not touch anything. Then she would have her family again. And then she would be able to wipe every single memory that that son of a bitch Riku had ever had and turn him into a broken little puppet for what he had forced her to do to Sora.

The tears trickled down the memory witch's pale pale cheeks as she thought about holding her son... about holding Sora... one more time. A smile crossed the woman's lips as she thought about her dear family. Sora would forgive her, her son would forgive her, and everything would be okay. Kairi no longer existed, Riku just needed to be wiped, and she would be free again.

Her purity only needed to last just a little bit longer.