Roxas: -walks down the hallway MIB style, wearing the black leather jacket, black pants, and black sunglasses. Notices Olette and lifts his sunglasses and winks at her. She faints as he continues on his way-
Axel: -follows close behind Roxas, carrying a boombox blaring the 'OIB' theme-
Naminé: -has a microphone in hand and is singing on the balcony- Here comes the Organization in Black!
Kairi: -clapclap-
Naminé: Nobody Defenders!
Kairi: -clapclap-
Naminé: Here comes the Organization in Black!
Kairi: -clapclap-
Naminé: Organization in Black foreeever!
Kairi: -clapclap-
HnH: CUT!
Roxas: WHAT?!? THAT WAS PERFECT! You CAN'T get more OIB than that.
OIB: -nods in agreement-
HnH: Sorry, but, Nami was singing it wrong. It's not Organization in Black Forever, it's Organization in Black Surrendeeerss-clapclap- Got it?
Nami: -bursts in tears-
Roxas: -cracks knuckles- Ohhhhh. You will WISH you were NEVER, EVER born, HnH. And that you OWNED everything even if you don't, 'cause jail is a better place than here right now. -evil laughter-
Rest of the OIB: -maniacal laughter-
HnH: Oh shiz. -runs- While I'm running, I'd like to thank Silver Moon Droplet(I love the penname!), KasperLassie, RoseofWind, dragongirlj(-gives you both cokes- And...who is 'hewhomustnotbenamed?'), Namine78256, Ellie, Mr.Who(Because...you have to wait for the sequel to understand!), Princess of Kaira Mirana, ArwenEvenstar83, Lebrezie, White Simplicity(I haven't, but I'm downloading it on LimeWire as we speak), Night Rain Illusion(that is ONE freaking. Cool username!), KeytoDestiny(Well that is friggin' awesome. I'll keep your suggestion in mind, and would you buy a scanner? XD I'd love to see it) and O.K.A. And don't you guys remember?!? I said it wasn't going to end at 27! xD. Way to show your superior listening skills, guys.
Warning: Someone(not mentioning any names) gets VERY T.Oed and when that someone gets T.Oed that someone shows the world what a pottymouth he/she can be. Be on the lookout, guys.
Angels in Flight: Towa no Shirube
Chapter 28: &... Can...You...Wake Me?
(Roxas' POV)
"Wait. So you called my soul here?" I asked, "It explains why Naminé isn't around..." To me, she's like air. I can turn off my function to breathe, but it hurts. Like if I'm not around to protect her, it hurts because I know someone could be hurting her or...kidnapping her, or something. Or Seifer could rise from the dead and all hell would break loose again. Though after my fight with Sora, I'm not too sure I can kick Seifer's jaw in.
"No, we are in your 'dream'. So, you love that girl, huh?" He asked. I looked at him like I thought he was stupid. Well, actually, take that back. He is stupid.
"Yes. I'd do anything in the world for her. I'd...give up my soul for her." I said, standing back up. Sephiroth strode over with one of those 'High and Mighty' walks, and then smacked me right across the face. I glared at him. I didn't care if he was supposed to represent the Authority, he just clocked me across the face for NO REASON! "Hey! What was that for?!?" I yelled.
"Don't even dare. Don't ever give your soul away. You must really not know what Heaven's angels say about you." He said, taking a step back as I took one forward.
"Yeah, I asked you what they said about me because it was that special time of the year where I find the illogical need to ask a rhetorical question!" I yelled, my tone just dipped in sarcasm. Then I said a little nicely, "I thought they said 'Hikari e'?"
"No, no. I just said that because it sounded cool." Sephiroth said. I slapped my forehead and sighed. At least he was honest. "They say that Hikari Roxas has the most noble soul out of all angels."
"I have a noble soul?" I asked, and chuckled as I placed a hand over my heart. "I thought they knew I was Heartless. I thought everyone in Heaven hated me. That's why I can't go there."
"Partly, yes. They do hate you because you killed off a lot of people two years ago. They...are the shallow, envious angels. They can't understand that you did not have control over your actions. The higher chorus of angels sympathize with you." Sephiroth said, and then frowned and looked back where his other wing should be. "I used...to be...a Seraphim. In fact, I was next in line to inherit the throne, but..."
"But?" I asked, and he shook his head. I decided to be a little pushy and press the matter. He obviously wanted to tell me his whole life story. Hey, I wasn't doing anything, so why not? "Come on. I have a noble soul, remember? Maybe I could help you out."
"No...I've committed a crime far worse than any of yours. For you see...as you know, I have five children. My precious triplets, Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo that I had with my second wife. My first wife, the bearer of my other two children...was your mother."
"WOAH!" I yelled. Hey, I knew that, but hearing it from Sephiroth made it true. "My mom was a playa!"
"That happened thousands of years ago. Your mother getting involved with your father happened 18 years ago. There is a big time difference." But before he could defend himself, I cut him off.
"You were a plaaaya!" I whistled. Sephiroth shook his head.
"Anyway, the reason why I hate you is because you killed your mother." He said, and then he held out his hand to shush me from saying anything, and continued, "Technically, it was her own choice, but that doesn't matter. So, going back for a moment, after your mother failed to protect that child she was supposed to be guarding and she became fallen...we separated. I became depressed for a moment in time and that is when I made my fatal mistake...my beautiful, other white wing...I cut it off. I broke one of the cardinal laws of Heaven: Trying to achieve humanity. I'm half human now, like you are. Anyway, so I was sent down to Earth like your mother and it is there that I created Tenshi no Masayume--also known as Mizu no Akashi." He stated, and shook his head. "I should have never cut off my wing...it was the most foolish mistake of my life."
I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry." Before I knew what happened, I felt something hit my head and I was down on the floor. "Owww..." I moaned, feeling my forehead.
"You are very slow, you know that? But with a soul the Seven Heavenly Virtues would die for...just like your mother." Sephiroth chuckled softly and grabbed the item that had hit me in my head. He held it out. It was another keyblade... "This is what connects us, Roxas. My wing...the one I cut off...is in here. This is your last one."
I stood up and gingerly grasped it, holding it as if it were a fragile doll. "I don't understand. You keep on saying I have a noble soul, but I crave bloodlust. It's my nature; I'm a weapon. And yet I know violence is wrong. I know that no angel besides from me wants to kill, or has killed...or wants to fight. If that's true, why do I have the most noble soul?"
"Your wish... you wished that your wish could be transferred over to Naminé...that is THE most selfless thing I have ever seen a person do. Though, also the most idiotic. You could've used that wish for yourself, gain emotion..." Sephiroth said, then added, "Erase your past, anything..."
"But I don't know if that's what she would want! I don't want to be selfish...I don't want to wish for something, and that's not what she wanted. All I want is for Naminé to have what her heart desires. I don't know what that is, so I'd be selfish if I guessed what she wanted." I argued, sighing. She deserved a wish. For putting up with me for two years...she deserved more than anything I could give her.
"You say YOU'D be selfish." Sephiroth snorted, and shook his head, "Listen, Roxas. You have the potential, even with your heritage, to surpass my power and all of the Seraphims' combined." My eyes bugged open.
"Daaaaaaaamn. I LOVE being a six-winged angel!" I said, all happy. I felt like I was experiencing what my brother experienced when he downs gallons of sugar every night. It's a ritual to the 'Peace Goddess'(so he says). Don't ask, I don't know. Whatever he does and however he does it, it works. I figure that's how he's never pessimistic.
"But before your time here is up, I figure I could train you." He said, and I rose an eyebrow. I could school this old man before he could blink. I WAS a weapon, you know. He noticed the look on my face and said, "As in, purify your corrupted soul so you'll be more powerful holy-wise. Like how you used up a portion of your holy power to revive your love and her family. I can train you so that you gain that lost power."
"Seriously? You're the best ex-Stepfather ever!" I yelled, hugging him. Sephiroth cleared his throat and I got off of him, embarrassed that I just hugged a guy. I mean, I wasn't like th--hey! What are those looks for?!?
"Rule Number One: Never do that. EVER. Again."
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(Naminé's POV)
"Naminé, aren't you tired? You've been sitting by Roxas, holding his hand, for the whole day. You should get some rest." I heard Axel, who just came in along with a yawning Ienzo, say. It was true. I have been sitting on a chair right next to Roxas' bed holding his hand for the whole day.
"No. I want to stay here. I want to be the first person to see him wake up. I don't want him to wake up and see that no one's there for him...to see that I'm not there...he'll go nuts!" I said, throwing my hands into the air to add effect.
"Let's not use that term, m'kay?" Axel asked, though it sounded more like a statement than a question. "And an-y-way, Roxas won't blow. He understands that you have other things to do in your life-"
"Don't say it like thaaat!" I practically whined, hitting Axel in the arm, "It makes it sound like I'm cheating on him!" That idea brought up new possibilities. I let go of Roxas' hand and began to pace around the room. "What if he thinks I'm cheating on him?"
"Who would be your other boyfriend?" Ienzo asked. I turned around, waving my hands everywhere like I was trying to tell a pilot where to land a plane.
"I don't know!" I said in this high-pitched voice that meant I was either arguing or defending myself, or...I don't know! I don't know myself at this point. I was just so concerned on Roxas and his thoughts that I couldn't worry about myself! "You, or Axel, or...or Sora, even! Any guy would work!"
"Listen, Naminé. You're tired, and you're thinking irrationally. To be honest with you, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. If Roxas cared about you, then he would know you're loyal to him, and you've proven to him numerous times that you are." Axel stated, grabbing my shoulders. He stared into my eyes, which made me uncomfortable, so I had to avert my gaze.
"But you don't get it! He's not human! He killed me once! Who knows what he could think! He could think that we're all plotting a--"
Smack
"Get over yourself!" Axel yelled. My mouth was open, and I gently touched the cheek that now stung. I saw Ienzo tackle Axel to the ground, and they began to yell things at each other, but I was too shocked to care. He slapped me. Axel slapped me.
That did not just happen. I felt my cheek again. Oh yes it did. I looked down at the guys who were fighting, Axel had a black eye and Ienzo sported a rather nasty bruise on his cheek.
'Get over yourself!' Those cold words echoed in my head over and over again. My thoughts were being taken over by those three words. That's all I could think of.
"You're...right." I said slowly, blinking out to the distance. I heard Ienzo and Axel stop fighting and get up, wondering what I was going to say next. "I need to stop obsessing over him. I've...got to let Roxas go a little. I'm sure he doesn't want me around him all the time." I looked at Axel, who looked like a buffoon with that baffled look on his face, "Axel...when he wakes up...tell him I'm sorry."
Before the redhead could question me, I turned on my heel and walked right out the door, shutting it in the faces of the stunned machines. I walked at a swift pace, making it to my room and slamming the door behind me SO loud, that I could still hear the sound ringing in my ears.
Then I sat by the window and cried.
-One Week Later-
Knock knock.
Another knock on the door. They were worried about me. I haven't exited my room in one full week so it made sense.
I was laying down in my bed, looking at my reflection in the fullview mirror on the wall. I looked so pale, and my stomach was screaming to me every minute. I sighed and stuffed my face in the pillow as the knocks continued.
"Naminé! Guess what?!?" I heard my father yell excitedly. I didn't even want to talk to my parents. How could they say that they didn't want Roxas to feel? How could they be so Heartless and evil? I wanted to run away, but I would probably collapse of hunger and wouldn't get too far. And besides, even if I did escape to another kingdom, Roxas would never be able to find me.
"Roxas is awake!" I heard my mom shout. I perked up slightly, turning my head to the door. I heard some mumbles.
"Why do I have to imitate his voice?"
"You're the best friend, that's why!"
"This has a .00000000001 percent chance of working."
"That's because you guys are so loud!"
"Maybe we wouldn't BE loud if you weren't yelling at us!"
"We're not yelling!"
"Axel is correct. Yelling is considered--"
"Oh shut up! Just pretend to be Roxas!"
"What if I don't want to?"
"It's YOUR fault in the first place!"
I sighed. Another fake attempt at getting me to get out of my room. All their attempts(I counted nine so far, this would be the tenth) have failed. This one would, too. But I was hungry...I was going to die of starvation in my room!
"Naminé, sweetie, won't you please open up? At least let us--"
I didn't hear them anymore, because I was suddenly whisked away to someplace...someplace I didn't know, but I figured it was Betwixt and Between. That seems to be the Usual Spot these days.
I was glad it was. I saw Sephiroth and...well, who cared about Sephiroth? There my favorite blonde was, in all his six-winged-halo-shining-angelic glory!
"Roxas!" I yelled happily, and he turned to me. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't let him. I ran as fast as I could to him, and tackled him to the ground. "Oh, I'm so happy! You see, Axel was being really mean to me and..." I explained the whole situation to him and he frowned.
"Axel's right," He said. His voice was cracked again, and I frowned. Roxas noticed this and was about to say something, when Sephiroth cleared his throat. Both of our faces immediately flushed when we realized we were still on top of each other. We got off of each other and Sephrioth cleared his throat again.
"Naminé, make one wish." He commanded, looking at me as if I were the key to World Peace. Well, I was in a way. But I felt bad now that it's not world peace I wanted.
"What?" I asked, blinking. That was totally uncalled for, "I'm going to have to wish for Roxas--"I started, but the blonde anticipated what I was going to say, and cut me off before I could complete my heart's desire.
"You can't wish for anything concerning me," Roxas said, and my mouth dropped. That wasn't fair! I wanted him to feel for me...I wanted him to actually love me...Why is it so hard to be loved? I looked to Sephiroth, who had a very amused look on his face.
"Then I wish...I wish..." I frowned. The only thing I wanted was to receive love from Roxas. But maybe... "I wish for World Peace for two thousand years!" If I couldn't make him happy, then I might as well make the millions who miss a soldier coming home every night happy.
"I...I'm sorry. I can't grant that." Sephiroth said, and I frowned. If I couldn't wish for that, and I couldn't wish for Roxas to feel...what could I wish for?
"Then...I want..." My face lit up. I knew what I wanted now, "...to remember." Roxas coughed over me, and Sephiroth rose an eyebrow at the interruption. That was the worst cover-up cough I have ever heard in my entire fake-life. I glared at him, but he had his head turned away.
"What did you say, Naminé? I couldn't hear you because Roxas coughed over you." He said, giving Roxas a shifty glance.
"I said, I wish to remember my true life. The one I've forgotten. Please, Sephiorth, I want to remember." I begged, going down on my knees. I wanted to remember...
"No!" Roxas shouted, but the white-haired one-winged angel shook his head. I glared at him again. What is with him? Did he not care about me and my wants?
"She has the right to know. If she hates you after, she has never truly loved you in the first place. Naminé, so you wish it, so shall it be." He snapped his fingers, and everything started to turn white. I could feel myself being pulled back into the real world. I didn't want that! I wanted to stay with Roxas, no matter how shallow he was being!
"ROXAS!" I yelled, reaching out for him. He turned his head and had the most pessimistic expression I've ever seen–
Then all I saw was some blonde wearing a depressed expression. I reached out for him, wondering who he was. And why my mind had become so empty..."Who...?"
-Third Person POV-
Roxas turned to glare at Sephiroth after Naminé had disappeared. "What the hell did you do?" He asked. He didn't care if he was insulting the figure of Authority at this moment in time, Naminé just asked him who he was!
"The most efficient way for her to gain her memory back is for the life she thinks she has is to be erased, and to be replaced with her true life...However, that also means that any events from her death she will not remember." He explained as if it were as plain as day.
"WHAT?!?" Roxas roared, grabbing Sephiroth's collar, and although he was probably seven feet taller than him, he lifted him into the air with ease. "At least let her remember everything that happened during the two years! And you better..."
"If I don't?" Sephiroth asked, teleporting himself out of Roxas' death-clutch.
"Then I'll kick your ass!" He shouted. Roxas was livid. He was so angry no metaphor or simile could ever compare to the intense anger he was feeling right now. Life was not fair, life was not fair, life was not fair...
"Good enough reason for me." He stated, shrugging. Roxas' anger died down just the tiniest bit. He was expecting a big ordeal about how Sephiroth was supreme and he kick any angel's rumpus if he wanted to.
"What about our relationship? If it's severed in any way..." The blonde started, cracking his knuckles. Sephiroth shook his head. Hopefully the old guy was trustworthy.
"How about this: She remembers her real life, her 'fake-life' and all of the events that transpired. But you promise to never touch a hair on my, or my sons' heads. Deal?" Sephiroth held out his hand, and Roxas shook it, nodding.
"Deal."
And just like that the curse is lifted.
-
Naminé gasped. Roxas stood and took the keyblade out of her heart. He took a step back and watched her fall to her knees, trying to keep a hold of life. It was slipping, it was slipping from her fingers...
"I...I loved..." She choked, bending over and holding onto her wound. It was a miracle she was still alive. "...You. I..." Naminé was unable to finish her sentence over Roxas' laughter.
"Love? Love is worthless. Only a dream that fools hold onto because they are too weak for anything else. Only the strong survive. Life is a game of survival, you can only watch your back. The weak, those who fall in love, are worthless idiots who do not have the strength to live on their own. So they try and use 'love' as an excuse for survival, as an excuse to make people protect them..." He laughed at the word 'love', "The only thing I live for is seeing other people in pain. It gives me joy to see you bleeding to death, Naminé. You, who loved me. You see, Naminé? This is what you get for falling in love. For being gullible enough to fall into that trap."
Roxas and the world was slowly dissolving into black in Naminé's eyes. Then she was standing in an endless abyss. There were angels all around her, carrying her to a white light. A light she had yearned for, yet she never knew she had wanted it. "Almost there..." Naminé was surprised to find her voice back, and she smiled. She knew she was dead. She reached out to the white light, and her fingertips just touched the warmth–
She was back to the cold. Shivering, Naminé awoke. "..." She found her voice was lost. She looked around, there was no angels carrying her anywhere. There was blood on the ground. Her blood. Their blood. So much of the crimson liquid, she didn't even want to know whose it was. There was her family lying underneath pools of blood. There was so much spilled everywhere, it made her sick.
In the middle of the grotesque scene, was Roxas kneeling down, praying. She placed a hand over her heart and found that it was beating. How was that possible? She then saw the halo over his head and six wings shining so she knew, or thought, she still had to be dead. Roxas was also glowing brilliantly. She frowned, feeling her pulse. Was any of this for real...or not?
Naminé watched as her family members rose and got up. When they did, the glow had completely diminished from him. She realized it couldn't be a dream, or she couldn't be dead. He got up and looked at them--at her, first. "Naminé..." Roxas' eyes were back to that bright, azure blue. She shook her head and backed away from him in fear.
"You told me..." She said, suddenly finding her voice, "...that love was a joke! I can't help but love you, Roxas, but if that means that I have to live in fear..."
"Naminé..." He walked to her and touched her shoulder, but she screamed and smacked him.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She shrieked, backing away after she realized she hit him. Naminé started to cry, and she shook her head, "...then I don't want to love you! But I can't stop this feeling...So, please, Roxas, never talk to me again! P-P-Please..."
"No, wait! Naminé!" He yelled, but it was too late. Her eyes turned a soulless gray and a bright flash emitted from nowhere. Her eyes reverted to their oceanic blue after the bright flash, and then she yawned.
"What...?" She asked, scratching her head. Her family members, too, were looking around in confusion. Roxas blinked when Naminé reached out for him , "Who...?"
-
(Naminé's POV)
I awoke from my dream in a start. Had I just...remembered some of my past? Was that memory from after I died? My wish was coming true. Remembering that particular scene brought back feelings I didn't want. Mistrust, anger, fear, sadness, and hurt especially...all towards Roxas. Because he killed me. I didn't know why those ewould fit, since they were so foreign to me.
I tried to stop myself from thinking that he'd hurt me, that I should be scared of him...but my rational side told me, 'Once a killer, always a killer'. I was having a raging battle between my head and my heart. My head being rational, saying, 'He will kill you again.' and my heart arguing, 'But he's protected me from so much...he's changed!'
Looking around, I saw that no one was in my room, and judging by my full stomach, they must've forced some food down my throat. I sighed, going back to my feelings on Roxas. I didn't even know what I was feeling anymore. Everything was such a big mess since that one little memory came back to me. Imagine when my whole life came back to me; would I even want to see the blonde I loved--or thought I loved--so much?
I knew he had protected me from Seifer, and so many other things, but now there was a side of me screaming, 'Naminé! You can't trust that killer! You don't know when he will kill you again! He told you love was a joke. Why are you allowing yourself to be tricked again?'I had never had any doubts before, but now...
I sighed. Be careful what you wish for is right. I'm not too sure I want to remember...
-
(Roxas' POV)
"Why did you say that Naminé couldn't wish for anything concerning you? She could've if she wanted." Sephiroth asked, seeming very amused by my actions. "I had not been expecting that. I assumed you wanted for her to wish something about you."
"I said that because I didn't want her to wish for the wrong thing. She might've asked for me to be fully and completely human. Yes, that takes away all the violence in our lives, but I will not be able to protect her as efficiently as I would right now. She may want me to feel. It would be a waste of a wish because Destiny already has technology that can make me feel." I explained, adding, "I didn't want her to wish for something she'd regret later."
"Then tell me why you didn't want her to remember her past." Sephiroth commanded, crossing his arms. He had a very serious expression on his face. I gulped, not wanting to answer, but the look on his face said all, 'You have to or else I will kick your six-winged tushie.'
"Our relationship will never be the same, I know so. She will always love me, but something will be different. I have a feeling. You can never really trust a murderer, after all." I chuckled, running my hand through my hair. Come to think of it... I placed my hands on my halo and pulled down on it. I accidentally pulled too hard(I wasn't expecting for it to move!) and it went all the way down to my forehead, like a headband. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed, running around the place.
I tried to get my halo off of me, but it was stuck! "Mid-life crisis! Mid-life crisis!" I wailed, trying to get my halo off of my forehead. It was hot and I could feel as if my head were about to combust spontaneously. "Get it off, get it off, get it off!" I ran around in circles, flapping my wings madly. I heard laughing and knew it was Sephiroth.
Why oh why do I ever hang out with people that NEVER HELP ME IN MY TIME OF NEED? First it was Axel who did absolutely NOTHING to help me with an almost(almost) legal Naminé, now it's Sephiroth who is not helping me when my head can(and probably will) implode!
"Oof!" I then tripped over my cloak, and the floor pushed my halo into my forehead. "IT BURNS! MY HALO, IT BURNS!" I wailed, getting up and proceeding to run around again. Finally, Sephiroth came over and held my shoulders.
"Hold still." He commanded. "On the count of three..." He placed his hands on my halo too, "One, two, three!" It came off, but we put so much force into it that my halo popped off my head and smacked Sephiroth in the eye. Right in his open eye...
"I'm sorry!" I said, grabbing my halo. This thing was supposed to be holy! Not hurt people! "Bad Halo!" I snapped at it, placing it where it should be. I rubbed my forehead, which probably was suffering from third-degree burns.
I heard more laughing from Sephiroth, although the eye my (bad) halo hit him in was tearing. I turned around angrily. "What is it now?!?" I demanded. "I'm not experienced at this, okay!"
"Your hair..." He doubled over, holding his side with one arm and the other he was using to point at me, "Your ha-ha-ha...ir!" I blinked, suddenly alarmed. I took off a glove and felt my hair.
"Please tell me I'm still in my dream. PLEASE tell me this won't be here when I wake up...Naminé will freak if she thinks it's a bald spot!" I said, panicking. You see, my halo had been so hot that it burned all the hair that had touched it off. I probably looked like a baboon!
"I guess that couldn't have been a blonde moment, considering you don't have any of your hair left!" He laughed. I frowned and placed my hands on my hips, ready to give him my 'tude.
"Well at least I don't look like a fat old man who sits on a couch all day eating doughnuts and trying to molest children!" I retorted. His hair wasn't anything to marvel over, either!
"Oh yeah?" Sephiroth stopped laughing and tried to think of a good comeback, "At least I don't look like a perverted young teenager with a bald spot that makes me look fifty years older!" I searched my databases for a counter. I found none. The only option that came up was to kick his wrinkly, old, fat--
"Ohmigod Roxas!" Sephiroth gasped all preppish and pointed at my hair. I growled, feeling it. NOW what?!? "It's growing back!" He said, and snapped his fingers. "I should've taken a picture why I had the chance. Oh well."
"It's growing back!?" I felt my hair. It was all back. I cried in joy and hugged myself. "IT'S GROWING BACK!" Then I ran around the area jumping and clicking my heels like a leprechaun, and leaping like a pretty ballerina. I may not be stealthy or graceful, but some acrobatics Pops made sure I could pull off. In fact, I saw the scenery change to a beautiful field of flowers on a sunny day... While I was skipping in joy, I was not paying attention to anything he was saying.
But I DID hear him say, "I am stuck with a six-winged angel infant who has random bursts of idiocy and is a complete spaz. I have a LOT of work to do. God help my soul."
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(Third Person POV)
"Naminé, sweetie, are you alright? You seem...distant." My father asked for the umpteenth time. I didn't even want to look at my parents! How could they say that?!? We were all eating, and I was sitting as far away from my parents as possible, with Ienzo and Axel on either side of me.
I poked at my steak, propping my other head up at my elbow. Suddenly, an image flashed through my head—
"Oh my God! Lookie, look, loooook!" I saw my sister tug me towards a basketball court. Umiri was still alive? I wanted to tell her something, anything, but I felt as if my movements were set in stone. I turned and looked–
"No!" I shouted, shaking my head and closing my eyes. I clamped my hands over my ears. "Not here, not here!" I whimpered. I didn't want to remember anything else here! I took a deep breath and cracked open an eye and removed my hands from my ears slowly.
"Are you alright?" Axel asked. I looked back at my plate and shook my head.
"I--I...I don't know anymore."
HnH: This story is coming to an end, guys. Sadly...Sorry for the HUUUUGE delay. I am SUCH freakin' procrastinator it's not even funny. In fact, it's so not funny, the Disclaimer crew is too depressed from under-usage to even speak. Sorry for spelling errors(I know there are some 'cause doc uploader is stupid) but I just wanted to get this chapter up so you would all know that there's no sequel up. At least not yet. I know the halo scene was random-- but I felt like Roxas needed to have one dumb blonde moment before the story finished.
Did you all really think I wouldn't tell you? Aw, c'mon, I would've at least given you a warning or something. :) You guys know me better than that! Aniways, I know this chapter was a filler, but...I gotta wait for Roxas to be revitalized, and then the story can end peacefully.
...Maybe. Hehehe I'm so evil and character-death obsessed! ---Ellie should know. (lawlz just kidding) See ya'll next chapter! ;)
