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A/N- Okay, chapter 14 is here. I hope you enjoy it. Not too long to go...

Naminé's POV

How dare she?! Xion; Roxas' little stalker. From day one, all she's done is try to get her precious little Roxy back away from me; the evil whore. It was just like her to make up some story in order to split us apart...but then again. This whole thing seemed to come right out of nowhere. It didn't make any sense and yet, Xion seemed to be telling the truth. Was Roxas really like that? Would he really have gone out with us both at the same time. I knew that it their relationship was short-lived but many of the other details seemed to have been kept from me. What was really going on here? I couldn't tell.

"What should I do?" I muttered, stepping out of a corridor of darkness and into my living room. Nothing in my life was making sense right now. I wasn't sure what was going on with Roxas. I was scared. He seemed to be changing. I supposed he must have always been adaptable but now he was trying to adapt to me. He was going to try to make himself my other half. Me, someone who's life is tainted with darkness. The tears and suffering of all those who I had left behind. Would Roxas join the list of people I had hurt? Or perhaps, I would make him the monster and I would become one of his victims...

"Naminé!" There was a lot of banging on the door. It was insistent and annoying, so obviously it could only be Roxas.

"What?!" I called back, my voice going straight through the door to reach Roxas. It was loud and sudden enough that I think he jumped in shock. He recovered quickly though and began to answer me in a whiny little voice, so I knew he had done something wrong.

"I left my keys inside and I can't get in," he sounded like he was pouting. Probably with those big puppy dog eyes and quivering lip and they'll be right on his cute little face and...oh god! How can anyone be mad at this guy? He's way too innocent to be anything like me, right?

"Why didn't you just use a corridor, oh whatever, never mind" I undid the lock and let Roxas in. His hair was out at all angles. Most of his clothes were in pieces and shreds and he was badly cut and bruised. "What happened?"

"The show turned out to be a trap set by those Fair twins. Paine must have done the paperwork for them," Roxas answered, stripping away the strips of clothing he had on and casting 'cure' on the parts of his body that needed attention. "It turned into this wicked battle of the bands and our music created monsters and stuff but then Sephiroth cheated and tried to kill me and then this happened," he gestered to the pile he had of various clothes and such.

I shrugged and sat down beside my naked boyfriend "Sounds about right. I swear to God, between the the two of those twins, they never let a sword down. You got me how they manage to play instruments but whatever. You seem fine enough. Let's go to bed." I said, slinking off upstairs. All the while, I could feel the heat of Roxas' gaze, as he watched me go. I groaned, as I realised there was still much more to this than I think either of us wanted.

I dressed in a nightgown and tip-toed into bed, hoping that Roxas had exhausted himself today and was asleep by now. No such luck. He turned to face, his expression was thoughtful and his eyes were cold. Nothing like the idiotic face he would make when he was worrying about something in the early days of our relationship "Namine, I've been thinking."

"I can see that. Care to share?" I said, trying to remain confident, or at least put out the image that I was. Roxas went silent for a moment and then began to speak again.

"It's just...you went out with these guys. In fact, all of these evil-exes of your's. I don't get it. You say you like me for my innocence. What about all those others. I'm nothing like the other people you've dated," 'Perhaps you're more like them than you think,' I thought. "And all these bad times that you've had with all these evil exes of your's...have you ever been dumped or even had your heart broken when you left them? I know it's random but I can't stop thinking about it lately and you've been so distant from me since I moved in. I mean, are you just waiting for me to turn into one of these exes or something? Aren't I exciting enough for you? Do you like the danger and these past few months of peace, you've been bored. Because if that's it, then I need to tell you now that I'm not evil. I can't be that way, I mean there are times when I thought maybe but...I'm not evil."

"What about Xion?"

And there it was. Those few little words made Roxas lose his previous bravado and suddenly his eyes told a very different person was at home. Someone who was self-conscious and hated himself for actions he had done in his past. Roxas came clean very easily under my hateful stare.

"I...I started going out with Xion towards the end of last year? I'm not really sure. We only went out for a month but during that month, you started appearing in my dreams and I just couldn't help myself and I was too awkward to break up with Xion, so I..." And there was little Roxas showing he was genuinely sorry and here I was, the cause for it all. But unlike normal people who would be sad and might even comfort poor little Roxy; I was furious. After all, I was Naminé Snow, the little girl who looked cute and innocent on the outside, but inside she's already been consumed by darkness.

"I guess I just thought you were better than that," I almost screamed. Every word I said seemed to make him wither in pain. I supposed that's because I was choosing my words very carefully to make sure they were hurtful.

"I'm trying to be better Nami," so he told me. "I'm trying to change for you," the pain was all too obvious in his voice. How selfish of him! Here I was trying to hold back my emotions but he was just letting his flow out uncontrolled. My mood had gotten to the point where I couldn't think about anything else aside from the bad points of my boyfriend and it kept making me angrier and angrier. Rage flooded through my entire body and I felt like I was about to explode.

"Well, you've been doing such a great job so far. First you willing decided to go around killing people. Then you cheated. Not to mention the second time you almost cheated on me. Yeah, you're an amazing person!" I turned to my side, not being able to look at Roxas anymore. The two of us lay there in complete silence. I don't know how long for. Perhaps a minute. Perhaps a whole lot of minutes.

Roxas broke the silence with the question "Do you think I'm a bad person?" And of course, of course, in my rage fueled state all I could think about was insulting Roxas in the worst way I could probably think of.

"I think you're just another evil ex-boyfriend waiting to happen!" This time around I couldn't keep the pain out of my voice and tears began to silently fall down my face, making me glad I had decided to turn the other way, so he couldn't see.

"Does this mean you're breaking up with me?" Roxas' voice was high. Scared. Almost like an animal backed up into a corner with no way out. Completely trapped and caged and at the mercy of its capturer.

"I'll let you know in the morning" was all I said before I desprately tried to go to sleep, knowing full well that tomorrow could easily be the worst day of my life.

The next day, I woke up earlier than Roxas, as per usual. For what seemed like ages I stared at his unconscious body. He seemed strangely at peace despite the events of the last night. It might have been cliché but I couldn't help thinking of an angel, as I watched him sleep. The long blond hair that crossed over his perfect face. The body of a Greek adonis and so much more. The idea of my boyfriend growing wings and taking off entered my mind. He would be flying off into the sunset, finally learning that I was dangerous for him. He was flying away from me.

"Until that day," I whispered to him, before kissing his cheek and walking off into the shower. Roxas was still asleep by the time I came out and stayed that way long after. Several times, I wondered whether or not he was simply pretending to sleep but he seemed to be genuinely dead to the world.

My mobile buzzed, alerting me to a text message from Olette. It read 'Yo. What's up? I didn't see you at the end of the show. Something wrong?' I quickly texted back something about going to meet her at a local café.

"So, you're not breaking up with him, huh?"

"I can't Olette. Not this time. What's the point of breaking up with him because he cheated a bit. He didn't even cheat on me. He was just being his usual awkward self. He's not evil or anything."

"Nami...Roxas can be ignorant, awkward and he'll lie to you in order to avoid anything that he doesn't want to talk about or do. That's just the way he is.

"At first, I thought maybe that he had changed. He decided to fight your evil-exes, that was for you but I've seen him being the way he was...he way he still is. He's not evil, but he's not the Prince Charming you think he is."

"I know that...now. Look, he just seemed really great. I mean, I was fooling myself thinking he was perfect. He's only human of course. It was my own fault..."

"Y'know, this is easily the most pathetic I've ever seen you."

Olette's words stung. I was a girl who placed personal pride and other's thoughts above everything else. Sure I made it seem like I didn't care less but that's just part of the act. A lot of people do it, of course I do it better. I sipped at my coffee, now only lukewarm and it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Suddenly I noticed an odd change in Olette's expression. She stared at me, wide-eyed and worried. Sort of like the look you give someone when they look really sick or if they've been in some sort of accident "Oh god, have I grown an extra head because that happens sometimes," I admitted but Olette shook her head slowly.

"Your head...well actually your whole body is being surrounded by dark whispy clouds," Olette told me and my face fell. I looked down and saw the dark blue aura continue to try to consume me.

The dark power vanished as quickly as it had appeared. I blushed a deep scarlet and avoided the glare that I knew I was getting from Olette. The two of us sat in silence for a while but apparently that wasn't Olette's style. "So I guess you don't want to explain? Whatever. Now onto the topic of my life. Me and Fuu aren't talking anymore. We had this argument over the rent and then she sold the couch to pay her side of the rent. I mean it was her couch but still, I sit on that thing."

I couldn't help but laugh. Olette gave me a gruding smile. Somehow the two of us had become friends. More than that, we were best friends. The kind that didn't need to tell each other everything because they understood what the other was like and knew what to say and when. How this had happened, I hadn't the slightest. But I was glad it did. Even though, I knew it made it so much harder for me when that time eventually came.

Roxas and I got on well enough over the next few day. I heard somewhere that if you really love someone, you forgive them by day four but you don't admit it until the week is up. We're basically fine but I guess this is going to be a permanent mark on our realtionship. Maybe someday we could move pass it completely but who knows. At any rate, we decided to go to another of Paine's parties. We figured that it would give us an excuse to get drunk, complain at something else and maybe put an end to the Fair brothers as well.

Roxas went off 'scouting' the area for the Fair brothers. Meanwhile, I tried to search for Olette, who messaged me saying she was coming here as well. For support reasons.

"Hey Naminé, wait up!" Oh god, it's the supporting cast. Pence jogged up towards me. He was dressed formally, as was the nature of the party but the look didn't suit him. He had his camera around his neck and he looked worse for wears. I hadn't seen him in a while but in his time off-screen, it didn't look like he had been taking care of himself very well.

"What can I do you for Pence?" I asked him, while still walking around the large studio filled with glowing dots of light coming from the disco ball hanging from the ceiling. Trying to find Olette admist the crowds of people that looked like they were trying to relive their prom night was not going to be easy nor fun.

Pence frowned, as he tried to copy my movements and follow me around the party. But how can I put this nicely? Pence doesn't exactly have my grace and agility and was constantly recieving nasty look from the people he was bumping into "Well, it's just that I haven't been in the story in ages. Everyone's had some sort of plot development lately except me. Seriously I haven't had any plot delevopment since I started going out with Xion and now she'll all over Homo Hayner. I mean, seriously, W.T.F."

"Yeah, yeah, life's tough. But what can I say, you literally hold no importance to the plot in any sort of way. You've broken up with Xion, so you can't be a love interest. This story's already a comedy, not to mention a parody so you're no good for comic relief either and come on, are you telling me you could fight an evil ex?"

Pence looked down at his feet "Well no but-"

"Yeah, I didn't think so." I said, cutting him off. I finally spotted Olette and waved her over. Though I could still feel Pence's glare bore into the back of my skull. No doubt giving me some sort of puppy-eyed look, which I wouldn't be able to resist. I sighed in frustration and defeat "You get a special appearance at the last battle. No more, no less. Capiche?" I turned for just a second to give Pence the death stare and he began nodding his head rappidly before taking off.

"What was his problem?" Olette asked, looking at the trail of smoke the chubby little photographer had left in his way.

"Oh nothing. He wanted more...I honestly don't know what to call it...screentime? I mean, I guess people will be reading us on a computer screen. I think we can call it screentime."

"Oh...okay. And since when have you had the ability to do that?"

"Since Keyblade King 12 died in a tragic accident and didn't tell anybody. I had to pick up the story where he left off making all the big decisions and whatnot."

"Ah, that explains the long absence, the poor writing and why your character has suddenly become more involved in the story."

"Bitch! I am now god! Prepare to be smited! Disrespect me and I'll turn you into a 'My Little Pony'!"

"Wow? Is this seriously how we're getting our laughs? With swear words and cheap references? You know, I really thought this story would go somewhere, but I guess it wasn't meant to be...might as well go get drunk then. You wanna come with?"

"Sure, why not?"

And so, after that long section of pure dialogue, Olette and I went off to the bar (yeah, Paine actually set up a bar in her own home) to go get ourselves hammered. As we tried to navigate through the deathtrap that was a party floor, the roof literally came away, like what you see in a football stadium, revealling the starry night sky above. The sound of mechinary stopped it being any sort of peaceful however and it was possible to see the cage, from the last party being lifted upwards into the sky from the centre of the room. The several partygoers who were standing on the floor, where the cage comes out of were either trapped in the cage, or hanging from one of the metal bars that made it up.

"Seriously? What does this girl do for a living to pay for this stuff?" I demanded, outstanded, to a less than surprised Olette. She shrugged in response. What did that mean?

"Ladies and gentleman!" Paine's voice echoed around the whole lost. She must have hidden speakers all over the place or something. "Please put your hands together for the second fight to grace the presence of my loft. Tonight, you shall see Sephiroth Fair go up against Roxas Highwind. But first off, let me just ask a question to the challenger. Mr. Highwind, why are you still fighting. I heard Naminé dumped your sorry ass."

Suddenly, Roxas' voice filled the room. "That's not true. Not even a little bit. And whatever, once I put the beat down on these Japanese clowns, we'll be that much closer to actually definitely going out!"

"You two still technically aren't going out?" Olette asked me. I thought about and shrugged.

"Yeah I guess. I mean, I suppose we'll properly go out when this is all finished...? I don't know. Whatever happens, happens."

"So what, are you actually going to dump him if he can't defeat these last few exes of your's?" Olette climbed over the bar table, seeing that there was no one protecting the alcohol, she swiped a large bottle of tequilla and gestured to the uninhabited bedroom of the loft. It overlooked the bottom floor of the whole apartment and it was probably the best place to check out the fight. Except for maybe the poor souls who were hanging from the bars of the cage but I'm sure being that close had its drawbacks.

"Come on," Olette said to me, pulling me down on the bed. "This chapter's about you, not him. That means it's time to tell me all about the darkness and what's going on with you and what it might be doing to Roxas. And don't give me any of that 'you can't handle the truth' crap. I want to know." The girl made a great argument, what can I say, so I really didn't have any choice in the matter. And so, I ended up explaining the whole thing.

"The darkness is the physical representation of negative emotions; lust, envy, rage, the list goes on. The darkness has almost always been with me, slowly eating away at my heart. I've kept it there though, I haven't really been able to live without it. But using the darkness, trying to control it; that's the dangerous part. Everyone has a little bit of darkness inside them but those who attempt to use darkness as a way of power are said to be doomed to become consumed by the darkness. In a purgatory state. Your emotions would become non-existent, your memories would fade. In some ways, it sounds inviting. Especially to those with weak hearts.

"...I don't ever want Roxas to go through that; losing himself like that. And for what? Me? No, I couldn't live with myself. I thought Roxas might be okay. He seemed so pure but I can't help thinking that eventually being with me will ultimately corrupt him. Could you live with that Olette? Roxas would be nothing more than an empty shell."

Olette didn't answer. Or at least not with her words. She just ended up staring right into my eyes and then taking a swig of the tequilla she'd swiped. Her eyes wandered to the cage fight in the sky and then skipped away the moment she realised I was looking at her. For awhile, we didn't talk at all. We just watched and waited and took turns drinking the tequilla bottle. At one point, we soon saw we were going to soon run out and seeing that the bar was still unguarded, I snuck down and snatched a couple more large bottles of the same stuff.

And as the tequilla kept flowing, our lips became increasingly loose, "Is he okay up there?" I questioned Olette being unable to look upwards myself at this point.

She groaned before replying at the top of her voice, "Are you kidding?! He's Roxas Highwind. He's smart and strong and nice and cool and I would love to **** him so badly right now. And then I would **** ******* *** ****** with a stick!"

"Do...do you really think that?" I asked her, suddenly gaining the strength to get up and look her in the eye. For a moment, Olette was deadly serious before breaking into laughter. She pointed at me and laughed some more.

"No, no. Don't worry. I was kidding. Man, I got you good! Naminé White, the girl who can look into your soul has finally been fooled. Man, you must really like him. A lot more than I ever did, that's for sure," Olette shook her head, almost in disbelief and let out a small laugh "You know the only person I love right now is you."

"Always knew you were a lesbian," I fired back at her, smirking before letting more alcohol to hit the back of my throat and polluting my inner systems. In the moment, I leapt on my best girl friend screaming "I am going to rock your world!"

"I obviously arrived at the right time," A familiar voice that belonged to the one I loved most. Roxas had discovered the affair his girlfriend was having with one of his best friends and ex-girlfriend. Oh the scandel! Who needs T.V. soaps?

Olette groaned as I began to climb off her. We both gave the boy death glares before we just couldn't help breaking into uncontrollable fits of giggles. "Exactly how drunk are you two?"

"Between a lot," I began, my words beginning to slur, as I was sure they would.

"And a fucking lot," Olette finished for me, before the two of us broke into more hysterics. "So, how did the fight go?"

Roxas shrugged in reply "As well as it could, I suppose. I only fought Sephiroth, so I couldn't defeat the Fair brothers. Whatever they're planning...well it will be over by the next chapter. Hopefully nothing bad happens in the meantime."

"Must you put in that poor excuse for foreshadowing?" Olette exclaimed in anguish. Olette pulled herself up and picked me up as well "Well I'm off," she gave me over to Roxas before heading down the stairs in a swaying motion.

"Hey!" Roxas shouted after her "I'm about to take Nami through a corridor. Don't you wanna come too?" Olette answered with the negative and disappeared. I had a way too funny feeling, however that could have just been the alcohol in my system "Let's go home," Roxas whispered, putting his mouth to my hair, kissing my head so softly. Delicately.

I let him lead me into the swirling mass of darkness, no matter how much I may have secretly feared it; it had become a part of my life that I was unable to avoid. I don't even remember falling alseep but I began to see twisted visions of Roxas falling from the Twilight Town Clock Tower. The ground came apart underneath him, only leaving darkness. Roxas was swallowed by it. I tried to reach out to him, but my body wouldn't do as I told it. I couldn't even scream out his name.

And as the visions continued, I found myself in Castle Oblivion. Once again, in his contol. His little caged bird. Here, because where else could she go? Who else would ever show her the affection that he did? Marluxia...

When I opened my eyes, my heart started beating. Roxas wasn't by my side. I couldn't see him. I couldn't sense him. My heart started beating, the nightmares from last night sending me into a frantic panic as I tried to locate the one I loved. Eventually my eyes latched onto a small piece of paper on my bedside drawer that hadn't been there the night before. The words written on it were in Roxas' messy scrawl 'Called into work early. Coffee, water and aspirin downstairs.' It also contained a list of errands to run when I was feeling better. Seriously?! He knew I would have a hangover but he thinks that giving me some fluids and some medicene would make everything okay. The list would no doubt take me the whole day and I thought there was no way I would do them. However, as I found myself fully healed from last night's indulgences, I couldn't help feeling that it beat spending the day in this lonely house, so I set out.

Now this would be the point in the film where you might switch to Roxas or another character who's doing something more exciting or perhaps a quick montage. But no, if I'm going to have to do this shit you're coming with me! Hahahahahahaha!

No, they're not. We've put the audience through enough, don't you think?

KK12? You're alive?

Maybe. Who knows. Maybe I'm a time-lord and I'll just keep regenerating every so often. And each time I do the writing style changes, usually for the worst...it makes a lot of sense if you think about it.

Okay, but then where are we going with the story?

Obligatory transistion!

And so, here I was. In front of my own house, feeling nervous as all hell as I noticed a flickering light in the window. Either Roxas was home or some burgulars had broken into the house. In both scenarios, I was a little less than willing to enter my home.

I eventually grew some balls, as it were, and went inside. What I found was silence but I could still feel presences. And there was a light flickering in the kitchen. More like that of fire rather than normal lights. I wonder if it was actually possible that there was robbers in the house? I tensed myself as I rushed into the kitchen.

Roxas stood in the kitchen, dressed in a fancy suit, guitar in hand, smile on face. The kitchen table was layed with cloth, a candelabra on the table was giving out the light that I had seen from the outside of the house. Food was on the table too, which Roxas must have obviously created.

Wordlessly, Roxas put his guitar down and led me by the hand to our bedroom, where a gorgeous dress lay on the bed. I couldn't move, unless he took me to where he wanted me to go. Still, without speaking once, he began to take off my clothes, kissing and biting at my neck affectionately all throughout. How could anyone make me, Naminé White, the queen of mean and bitchiness be reduced to so little by this one person. I don't even think I can keep that bad reputation anymore. But Roxas, he could do so much better than me. He could be with anyone so why would he choose me?

I don't remember coming back downstairs or sitting down at the beautifully clad kitchen table and eating away at the food on my plate. I could taste it. It was mouthwateringly delicious, bursting with flavour but it was more like I was remembering eating it than actually tasting it. Time droned on and I couldn't remember if I was talking at all during that time but perhaps I wasn't as Roxas finally asked me, "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good? Is the dress okay?" He was worrying frantically. I couldn't imagine how much time, effort and money and had gone into this. All to make me happy, but how could I be happy when faced with this. I could never match this and try to give him this much happiness. Oh sure, I could probably make all his sexual fantasies come true but I knew that Roxas wasn't that type of a man. It would give him a thrill but it wouldn't make him as happy as he could make me just by trying his best.

I looked down at the food. I could feel the tears welling up. The emotion beginning to swell up in my chest, threatening to make me explode. "I corrupted you. Sure you weren't perfect when I met you but that's not the point." Of course, Roxas spoke up to protest but I silenced him "It wasn't fair. The only reason you started to go out with me was because I started appearing in your dreams. I made you obsessed. It was cheating, like using a love potion. I shouldn't have said yes when you asked me to go out with you. I should have warned you about all the crap you would have to go through in order to be with me. I...I don't deserve you."

Roxas was beginning to shake. There was a sudden anger in his eyes. No, it was more like hurt "You...you just don't understand," he spat distastefully. He shook his head and I couldn't help but think that this was all my fault. Everything that had happened to this point. Could I hurt anyone else?

Suddenly my phone went off. At the same time as Roxas'. Knowing how this story just loved to kick everyone while they were down, I picked up my phone and said to the person on the other end "Well?"

Sephiroth had called my phone. There was no doubt that Zack had called Roxas. I could feel Sephiroth's smirk just from his confident voice. My eyes bulged as he began speaking. "Roxas, it's..."

"It's Olette, those bastards kidnapped her."

A/N- Holy hell! I've had a huge writer's block, I'll admit that. But literally, after watching disney movies, sort of randomly, I suddenly felt really inspired to finish this and it happened really easily. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you're still reading. I know the updates have been, well slow's not even the word. But I'm going to desperately attempt to finish this story by the end of the year.