Xion pulled away and smiled at the skater. "Don't be so stiff and shy," she teased. "You're more than welcome to kiss back. After all, we had done that quite a couple of times back then." She leaned in for another kiss when his hand rose to her face. What?
"Sorry," Roxas mumbled. "Please...just leave me alone. Please."
Tch, how boring. Xion rolled her eyes and jumped off the bed. "Don't mourn over this too much. It will get annoying." She huffed and exited the room.
Gotta get out of bed. I NEED to know exactly what's going on here! Roxas threw his legs out to the sides of the bed. My body feels like lead. Trying to breathe relaxingly, he slowly stepped down. He shakily parted from the bed and soon found himself standing on his own two feet. Ah, good. Now, to walk... The moment he took his first step, his whole body collapsed on the ground. "Argh!" he grunted in pain. No balance.
"What was that noise?" a voice asked from outside.
"I think it was patient number 34," another voice replied.
"Perhaps he has woken up?"
"We must check on him!"
Roxas cringed. How annoying. Then, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a piece of crumpled paper sitting under the bed. Maybe...it's Namine's? Curious, he turned his body and reached for it. "Almost..got it.."
The door flew open and two nurses ran inside. The sight horrified them. "Roxas!!" they cried and scrambled to the floor.
Roxas' fingertips caught the surface of the paper when he felt himself being hoisted up. The paper remained unmoved as their distance became greater. Soon, the material was out of reach. HELL NO. Roxas began to squirm and shove. "Let me go!" he demanded. "I have to-" The room suddenly began to spin and his vision fade. "Have to..."
The nurse holding the teen felt him slump in her arms and yelled to her partner, "Get the doctor- QUICK!"
"Yes, ma'am!" he replied and dashed off.
The nurse took a deep breath and picked Roxas up bridal style. "Easy now," she exhaled, laying him back down on the bed.
Roxas regained some consciousness and groggily looked up at the young woman. "The paper..." he slurred. "I've gotta...get the... It might be...hers.. The paper."
"Paper?" the nurse repeated. "What paper, Roxas?"
"Under..the...bed..."
The orange-haired woman immediately dropped to her knees and looked under the bed. Sure enough, she found a crumpled piece of paper. She grabbed it and stood back up. "Was this what you wanted?" she asked and handed the paper to the ailing patient.
Roxas took it into his hands and weakly smiled at the nurse. "...thanks."
"Nurse Rhodes!" Sephiroth barged into the room, a frantic look on his face. Upon seeing Roxas sitting up in bed and looking back at him with a curious expression, a small smile lit his exhausted face. "Go and...join nurse Johnson in room 116. I must speak with this patient."
"Yes, doctor," the woman bowed and left.
Roxas waited until the silver-haired man seated himself beside the bed before saying, "Namine...left."
Sephiroth nearly dropped his clipboard. "Ahem," he cleared his throat. "Erm...Roxas. Don't you think you should worry about yourself a little more..? You suffered quite a concussion."
"I really see no point in worrying about myself to try and live on when the girl I love isn't by my side anymore."
"Now, don't talk like a suicidal lover."
"..."
Sephiroth noticed the crumpled item in Roxas' hands. That's...! I saw Namine work on that for quite a few hours the night before. "Roxas, I think you should take a look at that."
Roxas looked down at the paper and them glared at the doctor. "Why do YOU care?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh, then you wish for me to throw that piece of trash away?"
"NO!" Roxas seemed appalled by his sudden defensiveness over such a small matter. Whoa.
Sephiroth smirked. "Then...?"
Gulping, Roxas carefully unfolded the paper. Inside, he found a detailed, colored-pencil drawing of him sitting on a clock tower and looking over a certain town. That...doesn't look like Twilight Town..? Underneath the picture, he found some writing.
Dear Roxas,
By the time you read this, I am probably no longer in Twilight Town. I really am glad I met you because you changed my life forever. And it was for the best. I think I have the strength and confidence to move on now. My only wish is for fate to no longer play a part in this by having us meet again. I do not wish to hurt or burden you by staying with you. I'm sorry for all I've put you through... Please understand my feelings this way.
- Namine
Roxas felt something cold run down his cheek and his body go numb. "..."
Sephiroth could feel his own heart break at the sight of seeing this skater- once so stubborn and full of abundant energy- brought to nothing but what seemed like an empty shell of his own existence. "Are you alright?" he asked hesitantly.
"No..." Roxas delicately folded the paper again, treating it as though it were made of the thinnest material found on earth. "She absolutely..."
"What?"
"SHE ABSOLUTELY MISUNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING!" Roxas shouted angrily.
Sephiroth stepped back, knowing full well that the teen needed space. How sad. He's being reduced to rubble.
Roxas unknowingly crumpled the paper as he brought his balled hands to his face. This damn body of mine... I can't even move properly without getting the wind knocked out of me! Damn it!!
As though reading Roxas' thoughts, Sephiroth remarked, "Don't curse your body for its inability to move. In about 3-7 days you SHOULD regain that ability."
"...whatever."
"Excuse me?"
She didn't even bother to tell me where she was going. She DOESN'T want me to find her. "I'm in no hurry for my body to heal," Roxas muttered. "I could care less what happens to Namine now. She doesn't need me anymore and she doesn't want to see me. I...I was just a tool to her after all."
Sephiroth shook his head, brows scrunched in utter perplexity. "Roxas, you don't mean that! You're just-"
"I DO mean it. And I don't care." Stop lying to yourself. "I'll be just fine without her." You can't bring yourself to love anyone else. Just admit that out loud! Chase after her! Fight back! "I just hope she finds someone else to make her happy...that's all I want."
The tall-figured doctor looked over his patient sorrowfully and asked, "Is it really?"
...Is it? Roxas took a long pause and opened his mouth to give his answer.
"Doctor?" Xion entered the room, a curious look on her face. "Oh, good you're here! Is Roxas alright? Can he go home with me now? He IS awake and looks pretty healthy."
Roxas turned away and hid the paper from Xion's view.
"Errm..." Sephiroth pretended to write something down to regain his professional focus. "I'm sorry, Xion," he said coolly. "But it'll be another 3-7 days before he can fully recover and be well enough to be discharged from the hospital. Please, do be patient with him- he may have emotional trauma." With a false grin, he left the room.
"Of course!" Xion waved cheerily after the doctor and then walked over to Roxas.
Roxas could sense her take a seat next to him and scowled in secret. "What you said about Namine," he started. "It was...true, huh?"
Xion put on a sympathetic face and touched his shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to find out that way," she sighed sadly. "It must have been very painful for you."
"..."
Time to win his affections for sure. Xion closed her eyes and gently wrapped her arms around Roxas in a possessive embrace.
Roxas limply obliged, thoughts still foggy. I want to find you, Namine. But how? No, I don't care anymore! Stop!
"What did you and that strange doctor talk about, hmm?" Xion purred. "Was it something interesting? Do tell me about it." Feeling him stiffen up, she took the initiative to crawl onto his bed and straddle him.
More confused than ever, Roxas looked up at her and darkly questioned, "What are you doing?"
Xion placed her hands on both of the blonde's shoulders and rubbed herself on him, her mini skirt lifting up slightly.
From one of his thighs, Roxas could feel the girl's wetness and nearly jumped. "Xion, stop!" he protested quickly, trying to push her off. What the fuck!? Gah, get this crazy bitch off me! My head still hurts! "I'm serious- get off of me!"
"Oh, you don't mean that," Xion smirked and unbuttoned her shirt.
Roxas swallowed the lump his throat and tried to retreat, but was stopped by his back meeting the wall.
Xion discarded her shirt and sat there, face heavily flushed and eyes filled with pure lust. "I love you, Roxas," she breathed and reached out. "With all my heart." She took his hand and pressed it against her left breast. "Can you feel it?"
Shit... Roxas flinched as his hand seemed to sink into his ex-girlfriend's erected bosom. "You're going to far, Xion."
"No, I'm not." Xion let go of his hand and unhooked her bra.
Roxas simply glared at her as she explored her own body, trying to seduce him. Not sexy at all. I would prefer if it were Namin- No, I have to forget about her. But...this isn't the way. His scowl deepened when the girl took him into her arms, her swollen breasts molding into his hard chest.
"Ah..." she moaned and rubbed herself against him again. "Take me, Roxas...please... I want you to make me yours."
Like hell I will. Completely disgusted and fed up, Roxas shoved her off and threw her discarded clothes at her. "Damn it, Xion!" he bellowed. "Can't you get a clue!?"
Xion frowned. "What did I do wrong...?"
"I don't want to have sex with you! I don't like you anymore! What you're doing... It's not a turn-on at all, it's nasty!"
So was THIS what the doctor meant my emotional trauma? Xion smiled and put her clothes back on. "I understand. And...don't worry, I'm not mad." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and jumped off the bed. "You can't do it with me right now because you're still injured, right? It's completely fine!"
"....HUH!?"
"I can wait until you're discharged." Xion winked. "It's getting late, so I have to go. See you in a couple of days! We'll continue from there." She giggled and sashayed out the door.
Roxas rubbed his temple in annoyance. What the hell just happened?
Shortly after arriving at the Traverse Town station, Namine found herself picking her clothes off the ground and putting them back in her luggage. How embarrassing! I can't believe I missed that step and dropped everything! Oh...
"Need some help?" a quiet, yet masculine voice asked.
"Uhn?" Namine gazed up and met with dark-teal eyes that conveyed a feeling of aloofness. Her face was pretty close to this new person. "Ah, n-no thanks..." she stammered, face reddening.
The young man had a tall, lean figure and pale skin. His layered, golden hair was spiked with some long bangs streaking past his brows. "It's okay," he said. "I know better than to pick up underwear."
Namine felt something stab her gut. How blunt...
"I was just going to pick up some of the other things you dropped- like your paper works and munny."
Why is it that he looks so familiar? "Oh! Um...if it's...not too much trouble..?"
Without another word said, the stoic male turned around and began picking munny off the floor.
After putting the last of her clothes back, Namine took another good look of him and finally figured out who he was. "Oh!" she gasped. "You're Cloud Strife! From school!" She watched as he rose to his feet and began to turn around. "We're...in the same class...I believe."
Cloud blinked. "I know."
"...ah."
The 18-year old bent down, picked up the big envelope of paper works and walked over to Namine. "Here you go," he mumbled, handing over her things. "I can't stand messes- please be more careful."
"Thank you," Namine replied shyly and put the stuff in her luggage.
"You're...Namine, right?"
"Yes, that's me."
"What are you doing all the way over here?"
"I don't really wish to talk about it."
"Hn." Cloud placed his gloved hands in his pockets and walked towards the door. He paused at the knob.
Namine was unaware of the fact that she was clutching onto the soldier-like teen's black leather jacket sleeve. In her other hand, she held her luggage protectively. What do I do? I have no idea of where to go.
"...do you need something?"
Ah, what am I doing!? Namine quickly let go of his sleeve and bowed apologetically. "I'm sorry!" she squeaked, blushing. "I didn't mean to do that. It's just... You see... Umm...I have no sense of direction."
Cloud perfectly understood what the blond girl was trying to say and pushed the door open. Hopeless. "Follow me then," he sighed. "Leon may be able to help. I'm going over to visit him right now."
Namine lifted her head. "Leon?"
"...an...acquaintance of mine."
"Ah."
Cloud stepped outside and looked over his shoulder. "Well?" he toned, raising a stern brow. "Are you coming or not?"
Namine awoke from her daze and exited after him. "Yes!" she replied with wide eyes.