Author's Notes: So, I deleted my stories on – why? Cause I've moved everything to Archive of our Own (AO3) and I don't want to really update them anymore on the site… I figured I'd start writing trash and other fics that I'd really would do…
For the fics, I don't want anyone to review – fave and follow if you want… but please no reviews. Most of the fics I'll be writing are weird or cringy… but I digress.
Enjoy this fic for example – a self-insert and Namine story. I don't own the franchise Kingdom Hearts except for OCs or my self-insert.
You've been warned!
Summary: The Memory Witch is alone and unloved – more than anything, she wants someone to keep her company: a new friend. Never would she guess that her wish would be granted soon enough…
A soft sigh escaped the young girl who had been sitting on a chair at the back of the white table and staring at her sketchbook for what seemed like the twentieth or thirtieth time. She lost count about a while ago…
As her sea blue eyes continued to stare, she ran her pale finger through her long blonde hair that was draped over across her left shoulder. Her only piece of attire was a simple sleeveless white dress that ended at her thighs in an embroiled laced pattern while a pair of sea-blue sandals with flower decorations garneted her feet.
In her right hand, she was twisting a colored crayon between her fingers and wondered the very same question that remained in her mind: What to do in order to pass the time in this white-colored prison of a room? Should she draw in her sketchbook or stare at it for another hundred more times? Actually… it didn't matter – every result was the same: nothing to relieve her pain of being alone.
She didn't even bother to lie to herself – this place that she was in right now was a prison. Nothing to do but wait and find ways to relieve the pain… although in her case it was hard to do so. All because she had ceased to exist after joining with her somebody Kairi…
Oh, what a naïve person she truly was – messing up the memories of the boy she wanted to meet a long time ago - Sora, screwing up the lives of the two members of Organization XIII Roxas and Xion before pleading with them to rejoin their original host before rejoining and becoming one with Kairi in an attempt to be whole once again. What she thought was the right choice… turned out to be a living nightmare.
The end result was remaining in this white-colored room with a simple window, long table and a couple of chairs. But the worst part was being alone without a single soul to visit her or keep her company – maybe even strike a conversation. Nothing at all… just a simple prison with her in the role of the prisoner.
And all for what? For doing the right thing because she was ordered to do so!? It wasn't fair! At all… call her selfish, but right now she didn't care – more than anything she wanted to escape this hell and be her own person in the real world but that wasn't going to happen… not now, not ever.
What exactly did she do to deserve this…? Is this her punishment for screwing and messing up during her existence in reality? Was she doomed to spend the rest of her days in this prison without even checking up to see how Roxas was doing? If so… it was unfair!
Yes, she had messed up… but it wasn't her fault! If anything, it was the way reality screwed her over! Forced into service for the Organization and then DiZ because they all had different goals to follow… those jerks!
The old her would probably be ashamed of how she acted right now… but that was way in the past. Now it was the present… a prison with no escape whatsoever. This sucks…
Seeing that there was nothing else to do besides watching the sketchbook and twisting the crayon, the girl sighed and stopped what she was doing. Getting up from her chair, she walked over to the windowsill and sat down to stare – even though outside was just plain white.
She dreaded that damn color… all her life she viewed it in the form of a prison: Castle Oblivion, Twilight Town's Old Mansion… it was just too much for her to handle. She nearly thought about crying to release the frustrations and anger out on those that brought her to this state but she found that ironic since her nature as a Nobody forbade her from showing emotions: laugh, joy, sadness, frustration…
A Nobody… that's what the girl was: the other-half of what remained of those whose hearts were stolen by the Heartless. Some retaining their human forms while others having monster-like features yet they all had one trait: not being able to experience any emotions.
Having remembered this made the girl sigh once more when the bad memories of being used by both the Organization or DiZ resurfaced – actually, they didn't need her in particular… just her powers.
Once she came into the world, she was gifted with the ability of memory manipulation: creating and removing old memories… a very dangerous power for the girl to possess. It was exploited not once but several times… first for Sora, then for Xion and finally for Roxas. All in the past… but it was still there.
The girl sighed to herself once more and wondered how Sora and his friends were doing… probably enjoying themselves happily on their island without the constant threat of the Organization on their backs. She hadn't heard from them ever since she returned to be whole with Kairi… same was with Roxas – he gave up his existence and return to Sora as well.
She wondered if he was doing alright… probably not. She pitied him deeply and felt like he deserved to remain as a separate person from Sora. Everything that happened to him was so wrong… he was used not once but twice – first the Organization and then DiZ. In the process of his returning to Sora, he lost his close friend Axel and his other three friends in the digital Twilight Town… even though the three kids were beings created by data, Roxas cherished his friendships with them. All-in-all… the blonde-haired girl with the dress felt like he deserved to exist…
Friendship… she wanted that as well. Someone whom she could talk with… there were only a few people that she had limited contact with but they all moved on or disappeared. She never made a permanent friendly relationship with anyone… everyone either had a need for her or only the use of her powers. It sickened her that she was considered nothing more than just a simple toy for evil/misguided people to use… nobody even considered her as a person.
That was why she wanted a friend – someone with whom she could chat with and not be alone… to share the pain… to treat her as a person and not a toy for grown-ups to use. All she wanted was that… a friend.
"I wish that someone would come and visit me… stay with me… like a guardian angel or a shining knight." The girl admitted before sighing yet again and continuing to stare at the white outside.
If she was more observant, she would have noticed a dark purple-like corridor opening and something being thrown softly at the ground without the girl hearing it - said corridor was soon closed and faded from the room leaving only smoke behind.
As for the girl, she continued to stare at the whiteness outside for a few more seconds before getting and sighing. "Well… it's back to my sketchbook. Maybe I'll draw something to relieve my pain." She suggested to herself with a small sad smile.
Returning back to her chair, she picked up the pencil and twisted it between her fingers wondering what to draw… maybe Sora, Riku and herself on the islands? No... that was a long time ago. Something else…
Maybe Riku Replica and herself… thinking about him just made her feel sad again… it was her fault that his mind was so messed up and his heart ended up being broken. It was too traumatic for her to think so she dismissed that idea…
Hmmm… this empty prison maybe? With its window, long table, chairs, an unknown boy in a weird garb lying on the floor motionless, some sketc- Wait… what!?
The girl got up from her chair rather quickly before looking at where the boy was laying and couldn't help but gasp in horror while covering her open mouth with one of her hands at the scene in front of her:
Said boy was a little bit taller than her with his hair being short and colored light brown; his skin from the looks of it was completely pale yet she couldn't see his face yet. But what interested the girl most was the garb he was wearing… it looked to be organic with a blue color with a white skirt attached to his waist. Hmm… the design was very familiar but she couldn't put her finger on from where it was. No, never mind that now… the boy wasn't moving and she needed to check up on how he was doing so far. Using her strength she succeeded in managing to turn him around only to gasp once more in shock…
His outfit… there was no mistake about it… it was the bodysuit that Riku wore when he was possessed by Ansem along with the Riku Replica as well! But how was that possible…?
She wondered if this boy was clone of Riku but with a different batch of DNA from another person? Was this the Organization's doing? Did they found a good puppet to manipulate? Did this boy possessed any of Riku's powers when he was possessed- Wait… his eyes… they were open but their color was golden… the poor boy… no doubt seduced by either the Organization or Ansem.
Was he still alive or was the heart gone and he was in a comatose like state? The girl wasn't sure but she had to check and see. Kneeling down gently but on guard – her pale fingers touched the chested-area of the organic suit covering the boy. She felt a heartbeat but it was very weak… He was still alive but only just. It made her sigh in relief…
What happened next was unexpected for her but she sat down next to him and was preparing a method of somekind to save him and his weakened heart though she had no idea why she was doing this… a small part inside her head said that it was a bad idea to help an unknown person that just found herself in her prison. Yet a huge part was telling her to do the right thing…
…with a clear mind, she took a deep breath and concentrated by tapping into her powers. Once she used them to do such evil deeds… yet now – she was going to use them…
…and save the life on an unknown person she had just met. For she wasn't just a simple girl…
…she was Namine – The Memory Witch and the Nobody of Kairi.
Next time:
Newcomer: Tha-thank you for saving me…
Namine: It's the least I could do… can you tell me who you are please?
Newcomer: I… don't have a name. I'm just a simple Replica…
Namine: I've got it! I'll call you… Rumen or RuRu for short.
Rumen: R-rumen? T-thank you…
Namine: It's no trouble at all… my name is Namine.