Weekend is right around the corner! We're having a Secret Santa tomorrow, I'm excited, it's going to be lots of fun ^o^ I won't be on holidays before next week, but I'm still planning to act as if these were two days of holidays, heheh.

Anyway, here goes "I wanna be her"!

Kairi was outside, talking with Sora. Although they were not a secret, her pink cheeks and sparkling eyes did very little to hide how happy she was to simply be with him.

Naminé closed her eyes. She pictured Kairi with blonde hair, a bit longer. A nice white dress. Suddenly, it wasn't Kairi making Sora laugh, and it wasn't Kairi to whom Sora was telling great adventures. He was looking at Naminé, and Naminé was chuckling with him, and all was well.

She opened her eyes.

For a blink in time, that used to be her. Sora had memories of her, of the days spent on their island where he would sword fight Riku while she was drawing. Then he would look at her and beam and she would wave at him, knowing she was home.

As sweet as these memories were, they were all fake. Manipulation of real times spent with Kairi.

There used to be a time when Naminé had wanted to exist so much that she had to erase Kairi to do so.

It wasn't that Naminé was infatuated with Sora, even now. She didn't particularly want him to look at her the way he did with Kairi, for him to hold her hand or to share a Paopu with her. All she ever wanted was someone who would look genuinely happy whenever they saw her, to ask about her day and to care about her existence.

She had wanted to be Kairi so much that at one point she had become her, and it would be a lie to say that she never missed that point in time. At least, she had been somebody, with memories, and a proper past. Now her memories were only three years old, she had no childhood to remember about, no "good old days" to recall the way Lea sometimes did. She felt like a lesser being, without real value. If only she was a little more like Kairi, then maybe…

"And a hot chocolate, coming right through!"

The steaming mug practically appeared right in front of her, the delicious smell dragging her away from her thoughts.

"It's so cold outside, I wonder how they can stay in the wind like that for so long. How was your day? Did you do anything fun?"

Naminé turned her head to see Xion grinning at her, her own mug of hot chocolate in hand. She was wearing a knitted sweater, matching Naminé's. When she saw the look on the blonde's face, the grin fell right away.

"Is everything okay ? Do you want to talk about it?"

Naminé shook her head, chasing the tears in her eyes. It didn't matter that she didn't have a past to tell. Many good people she knew didn't have one either, and never would she think of them as lesser.

Having a past mattered a lot less than knowing she had a bright future ahead.

Wow, another fic about Naminé. She is among the most featured in this calendar so far? Who would have guessed! (I love the girl but I don't usually write a lot about her, haha)

Tomorrow is "Overcooked". Anyone ever played the game?