"Tell me…what do you think is the purpose of your existence?"

"…I don't really think I exist. I…believe that Im just here. Not alive."

"Good. Good. Now, why?"

"Because…technically I don't have a heart. At least, it's not mine."

"Do you know whom it truly belongs to?"

"…Her."

"Correct. Since you don't really live, you don't have feelings. But your emotions are, in a way, borrowed. From the real owner of the heart. So, you will feel something; at least."

"Like what?"

"Hate. Betrayal. Anger. Anguish. Nothing truly pleasant, or joyful. Just sins."

"Sins?"

"Yes."

"Mmm…what about…l-love?"

"WHAT?! Nobodies cannot harbor such a feeling! …Never speak of it again."

"Y-yes Superior."

"Now, let us discuss Heartless…"

It's been a while since I've had a dream. I don't know the exact number but, yeah.

And what about the Heartless? Did they back off from the last fight? Are they going to come back soon? Will they…will they go after—

"Miss KURASOUKAI! Would you like to explain why you are sleeping during my lecture?" Mr. Takeshi asked.

Crap…I fell asleep during Math…double-crap.

I lifted my head up from my folded arms.

"Er…I was tired?" I said, rolling my eyes. Then, clasped my hand over my mouth. That was a bit of an out-of-body experience.

Mr.Takeshi looked taken back, then coughed.

"Just try to pay attention Miss Kurasoukai." He returned to the lesson, as I sank into my chair.

I let my gaze wonder off outside the window. There was a figure, another one of "Roxas's friends", I think. He—they were wearing the same black cloak.

This is getting annoying! How many are there? I thought.

"13. 13 members. You should know that." Their voice said. My eyes widened. It felt as if they were whispering in my ear; but they were still leaning against a wall, arms crossed.

"H-how? Y-you're right…th…there" I faintly pointed to the person, and they didn't raise their bowed head.

"It's a skill...well, everyone has it." They spoke. I heard them chuckle so close…

"Everyone…R-Roxas to?" I asked, and had the urge to search the room for Roxas.

"Roxas?...I think. Not sure. But that's not the point. Do you know who I am? Or why Im here?"

"…No."

"Hmm, he didn't tell you—"

"Tell me what?"

"What do you know about your so called life?"

"So called life? It is my life…a life!" I furrowed my eyebrows; confused.

"Pfft. Time is very limited you know."

"Why aren't you making any sense?"

"I have to wonder…if you've seen Dusks yet." They looked up, and I only saw a flash of pale skin…was that blue hair? Or gray? Maybe brown…?

"Stop changing subjects!" I barked.

"You must have so much trust in him."

"Trust in who?"

"It's pretty obvious…ask Roxas…" They started to disappear softly, then just blow away with the breeze.

"Ask him WHAT?!"

"…" I was alone again, but this silence was aggravating.

This…person wouldn't give me straight answers. They said to ask Roxas…I will. And I better get some answers.

(After school)

I searched the hallways, PE field, and the lunch area; no Roxas.

I rushed down the stairs that led to the school parking lot, and turned left. Finally I spotted him sitting against the wall, and staring into his black I-pod.

"Roxas." I breathed, then acknowledged the fact that he couldn't hear me.

"ROXAS!" I yelled, cupping my hands near my mouth to echo my call. He looked up and his face brightened. He pulled out the earphones, and stood up.

"Hey Nami," then he frowned and his eyes looked behind me, then around me. I rose my eyebrow; he folded his arms, and frowned deeper, "Where's Riku?" He asked in a bored tone, sighed, and closed his eyes.

"He left a while back—"

"Yessss!" He shot his fist into the air, and then quickly retracted them. "I mean…that's fine." He shrugged, but his happiness was not well hidden behind his casual feature.

"Anyway, we need to talk."

"Okay."

"A-about…about, Heartless, Nobodies, my dreams, the people in cloaks, and, a-and…Dusks!" I said. His smile faded, and his eyes became cloudy, and no longer the blue I lo—liked.

"Naminé, did anyone fight you again? Can you describe them? What they looked liked—"

"Roxas," I shook my head, "That's not what I said. I need to know. It's affecting my life." His gaze shifted, and I narrowed my eyes.

What did Roxas, and the person, know, that I didn't? And about my life? Why is everyone keeping secrets from me?

"Someone must've talked to you…who? Tell me."

"Just stop! Listen, Roxas, listen! I want to know why these dreams are coming to me, and what they mean about trust, my life, and Dusks—"

"Dusks? They're not allowed here…" Again his attention was to the ground, as he mumbled inaudible words.

"Why aren't you answering me?" I questioned. Roxas's head flicked up, then he smiled awkwardly, and rubbed the back of his head, so much like Sora…

"Sorry. Just…caught up. So, er, what did you say you wanted to talk about?" I sighed angrily.

"Everything."

"Way to be vague." He rolled his eyes; I glared at him.

"What are Heartless?"

"Heartless."

"Roxas…"

"It's hard to explain, Naminé…I don't think I should tell you…"

"Why not?"

"…I…th--I have to go." He grabbed his stuff, and started to board away.

"ROXAS! Wait!" I yelled, but he was too far.

Why wouldn't anybody fill me in? What's going on?

Naminé, maybe life isn't as you see it. Things are unfolding, and the truth is coming. You might not like it; nor believe it but, it's the truth. Just try to wait…

I turned around, and wrapped my arms around my shoulders.

That was my voice. But I wasn't saying it. I wasn't thinking it. So…

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

(Thursday)

I threw my books into the locker, and slammed the door. Everyone turned to look at me, and I snapped.

"What are you looking at?! Go back to your lives! God!" I spun around and swear I breathed fire. Riku popped up, and smiled strangely.

"PMS'ing?" He asked, and wrapped his left arm around my shoulders.

"Riku. Don't. Even. Start." I spoke slowly. He raised his hand to surrender, and pecked my cheek.

"Okay, sorry. Subject change. Here, gimme your books." He reached his other hand out, and I handed him my books. We reached my French class, and he had to lower his arm.

This particular teacher hated when someone: 'misunderstood the school's rules of proximity'...whatever that meant.

He kissed my forehead, and we both entered the class. We sat, and noticed the teacher wasn't at her desk. I shrugged, and then got up to grab my workbook from her 'corner of work'. But Roxas was there, talking to some chick.

A small twang of jealousy struck my chest, but then I glanced at Riku. It eased the feeling only to a small amount, but far to slow. I grabbed my workbook, and refused to look, nor talk to Roxas again.

Luckily, it was a free period, due to the overload of assignments to be graded. Through out the class, Riku was determined to flirt with me during the class. I saw Roxas shifting in seat uneasily every time Riku got close to me (nudging my leg with his, whispering in my ear, ya know); it was nice that the teacher, for once, didn't notice our closeness.

The day went by quickly, and I still refused to speak to Roxas. Doesn't he care if these 'people' or 'heartless' are after me? What was so hard about answering my questions? I don't think it would kill him…but, he could at least give me an explanation, right?

Maybe for him, it's a life or death situation… How? Who would do such a thing? Riku isn't that crazy…I think…

Maybe its—

That's it; I have to talk to Roxas! Now! So again, I searched for Roxas eagerly. This time, if I didn't get what I wanted, I'd…I'd…damn! I forgot the plan!

"Rox-aaaaaas!" I roared down the hall, I slightly jogged up to him, and huffed. He laughed nervously, and started backing away, then found out his back was against a wall.

It's a Dead End Roxas.

"Please, Roxas, I need to know, at least a hint." I sighed, and walked closer to him.

"Mmm, but Naminé…"

"But what? What's holding you back? One second you wan to kill anyone who says 'hi' to me, and now you don't seem to care for my safety." I gently said, feeling as if he really didn't care. But he abruptly grabbed my shoulders, and forced me to look him in the eyes: dark, and angry.

"Never, not ever again in your life, say that again. You should know, that I'll always care about you!" He looked as if he sort regretted that, though.

"Then why won't you tell me? I need to know," I said, not surprised by his actions, "It affects my life—" I re-said my previous lines.

"It affects you, not your life." He bitterly said.

"Aren't they sort of the same thing?"

"No."

The silence made me uneasy, and feel cold inside. But yet this silence…and the heavy feeling in my chest, was so familiar. I placed my hand there, and closed my eyes. I strained my ears for something to hear, but before I could honestly try, he spoke again.

"Listen, when the time is right—"

"You sound like Superior." The words slipped from my mouth, and I didn't cover it. It felt natural to speak that name, but it also inspired a flame of hate for him. The hate for this 'Superior', warmed the cold spot I had previously.

"What?"

I looked at him, and then frowned. My mood swings, sure were coming more frequent.

"Tell me. Everything. Now"

"N-naminé…I wish I could…"

"Then don't wish, do it."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because,"
"Because what, Roxas? What could possibly be holding you back?"

"You're the one who wanted to forget! To leave your for, this—this fake life!" I shut-up, and then stared at the ground. Burning at the back of my eyes warned me of my upcoming tears. I forced them back down, along with the lump in my throat. For some reason his words cut deep into me.

"W-what do mean?"

"Naminé, " he sighed. "You dreams are just dreams, the Heartless won't come back, the people in black cloaks will stop meeting you, and Dusks, they're also gone."

"But before, back when we had just met, you asked about my dreams…"

"It's not important anymore. It never was. Forget it." He walked past me, as if I was not even solid. His back faced me as I turned around.

Roxas…Why are you making everything so complicated? Since the day I met you…

When I was sure he left, I ran to my house, and crawled under my bed sheets.

No, I wouldn't allow myself to cry to sleep. I instead drew a scene that played in my mind every time I had just finished a 'dream'.

"Naminé? Hey, you okay? How come you didn't ride with Riku?" Kairi came in, and sat beside me in the bed.

"Im fine. And I was talking…to Roxas after school." I felt my face get hot, with anger. Roxas and his attitude finally got to me. I was over the tears, and moved onto the rage. I darkened the black onto the picture.

"Oh, okay. Well, um, there's pizza, and the 'rents wont be back for a while." Kairi said, using her mother-ly tone. I nodded, and stopped drawing.

"Kairi…" I spoke, before she opened the door to leave. I suddenly felt a sour taste in my mouth from saying her name.

"Yes?" She seemed eager to make conversation with me.

"What if…What if the word, as we know it, was a lie?" I asked, staring out into the sunset from my open balcony doors.

"Mmm, well, I'd try to get the truth. I guess."

"What if someone knew the truth, but wouldn't tell you?" I closed my eyes.

"I guess…I would try to make the best out of the false life. Why?"

"No reason."

It hurtsRoxasto be with you.

(Roxas's P.O.V.)

"She's beginning to ask questions, Sir." I kneeled before Su—this bastard, pretending to show respect.

"Hmm, did you answer her?" He asked, leaning forward in his large throne.

"No."

"…From now on, we shall send more observers. We need someone to operate also…she's acting a bit out of character…reverting possibly…." Reverting? She's changing?! I thought.

"And about the others?" I wondered.

"They too are acting spontaneous, especially, the Other Keyblade Master." I cringed at the title. He wasn't even supposed to be…

"What shall we do then?"

"Just watch for now. If it gets to out of control, we have methods of putting things to order."

"…Sir?" I said before portaling out, and stood up.

"Yes?"

"When are we going to release her?" I turned away, so he couldn't see my patience falling from grip, and my annoyance with him growing.

"…Soon, very soon. The Heartless are starting to 'lust' for her. Eventually, she'll be needed again." I narrowed my eyes beneath my hood, I pulled it tighter around my head, then left.

Naminé…try to understand…you made the wrong decision.


A/n: yes, i updated...hmmm...i hope things are beggining to make sense.The plot is about to unfold, to. Most of the other chapters weren't crucial, just a few things though.

Sora: Hope you guys can guess!

Kairi:...yeah...guess...

me: all right Kairi, you can stop now.

Kairi: Stop what?

Me: Pouting. Im sorry, okay?! Yeesh, if i knew you and Sora were (finally) going out, I wouldn't have acted the way i did.

Kairi:...im going to pretend that made sense, and forgive you. A lot of girls act that way around Sora, and guess i was just tired of it. Truse?

me: Truse!(spit on hands, and shakes)

Sora:Ewww, that's icky!

Me&Kairi:Hush, puppy.

me: Well, i decided. Since Sora's all yours (an di don;t steal ppl's men), Im gonna go for...

Sephiroth:Me

Sora&Kairi: ... ... ...ewww

me:He's mine, fellow Sexy-roth lovers, MINE!

C YA L8TER!--randomness:like, boredom!--