Riku thought at an instant that she had an unusual name… and he could recall from one of his science books that it is also a part of some plant… he was not sure… But he still forced a smile. "Nice to meet you, Samara." He said while thinking quietly, "I wonder how she looks like… is she a pretty girl? She sounds dull… maybe she doesn't look nice…" and he spoke up again with a solemn tone, "So… what are you doing here anyway?" he asked with a calmer voice.
She was silent for a few moments before replying, "Somebody trapped me in here…"
Riku's eyes widened in shock. "What?!" he demanded in disbelief. "But who?" he asked.
"I do not know his name…" She explained with a soft tone. Riku thought for a while before realized that it was a man. "But why… why would anybody do that to you?" he asked.
She was silent, eyeing the darkness before her… but she could easily sense where he is although she could not really see him. She lowered her gaze at the water as she replied softly but with hardness in her tone, "I can't remember anything…"
He was silent for a few moments, contemplating her words. "She must've hit her head when she fell in… poor girl…" he thought silently. His thoughts were interrupted when she spoke up again, "What about you? How did you end up here?" she asked.
He sighed heavily as he leaned back against the wall behind him. "Somebody knocked me out and pushed me inside." He explained.
She was just quiet.
"But I didn't see who it was… but definitely, he used a shovel for it." He told her before touching the back of his head and his neck, feeling for any more pain or even blood. "At least I got over it somehow… but it really hurt back there! Ow…" he cringed when he felt a slight sting.
He heard her move… towards him… and the next thing he felt were her pair of small and cold hands hugging his neck gently. He froze. "Wha…what are you doing?" he asked in surprise. He feared she would strangle him. For all he knew, she could be a monster…
But the shape of her hands felt so human… except that they were so cold.
After a few seconds, she let go of him and he was free to move again.
The pain was gone.
He blinked in awe. "Wow… are you a sorceress?" he asked.
"No." she replied softly.
"But how did you do that?! I mean… wow! You healed me?" he asked in disbelief.
"I don't know… it's nothing a girl like me would ever understand, but I guess it's natural in me…" she explained before she moved away from him.
He was still a bit dumbfounded after her demonstration of her weird skill. "Thanks…" he said uneasily, but gratefully.
She did not answer.
They were silent for a few moments before he asked, "How long have you been here?" he asked.
The question seemed to be a bullet through her heart, but she ignored the feeling. "Seven days…" she said in a hoarse whisper.
His eyes widened. "Seven?!" he asked in shock.
She was just quiet, refusing to react to his behavior towards her unfortunate situation. He felt confused. "Y…you're still alive? How… how did you survive that long? Do you have any food here? Or do you even drink?" he asked in disbelief.
"I don't know. I don't eat and I don't drink. The water here is clean but the walls are full of moss and grime…" she said.
"But how come you're still alive? …" he gasped. "Or maybe… you're…" he began nervously.
"I am not a zombie yet." She snapped rather harshly at him before her expression softened and she bowed down her head. "…although… I thought I would die today…" she muttered in a voice only audible enough for herself to hear. "What?" he asked, not being able to understand what she just uttered.
"Nothing." She said softly.
He looked up and noticed that the circular light was already beginning to fade off. "It's going to get dark soon…" he realized before he bowed down his head. "Have you tried getting out of here?" he asked before he finally thought of casting a light spell which he learned from Sora and his mother. With his palm facing up, he concentrated slightly and watched as a small orb-like light began to form and float before him. "Heheh. I almost forgot that Sora and Mrs. Strife taught me how to do this." He said with a slight but sheepish smile on his face before he decided to gaze past the orb… and saw her face.
His eyes widened for a while as he gazed at her… she was shorter than him, her height reaching up to his chin. Her hair was so long and it was pitch black. He had never seen hair as dark as hers aside from his own mother… And her eyes were unusually radiating a cold aura. They were blue.
Her long hair framed her face but she doesn't keep her head up high like a stuck-up person. Instead, she looked like she is always intimidated by everyone… even the darkness around her… and now, Riku. She was wearing a long white dress and her hands and half of her arms were dipped into the dark water. And her skin looked so pale… like she's already paper-white. I guess 7 days in a well would make anyone that pale… Riku thought.
Just the same, she was staring curiously at him but she maintained a stern facial expression. She was thinking how strange-looking he is. She hasn't encountered any person with silver hair such as his… and his eyes… she could not determine if they were blue green or simply blue. And she was impressed at his body because at that height and age, he already had muscled arms and his physique looked strong.
And he thought of something else which made him blush and just turn away for a few moments before looking up again. "Have… you ever tried getting out of here?" he asked again with a hesitant tone.
She bowed down her head, letting her hair cover almost her whole face, but she did not say anything.
He looked down at her with curious eyes. He approached her when he remembered the feel of her small hands: cold. "Hey, maybe you'd like to warm your hands first. They were so cold," he told her as he got them from the water and lifted them towards the orb… and what he saw made his eyes widen in shock that he gasped.
She instantly withdrew her hand as she narrowed her eyes at him and turned back, putting her hands together and hiding her fingers against her chest.
She had no nails.
Realizing how he had reacted, he felt sheepish. "I'm… sorry… I was surprised," he said softly.
She did not say anything.
He imagined what it was like to have no fingernails… he cringed at the thought. "Wh…what happened, Samara?" he asked.
She refused to face him and she did not answer, still.
Feeling more down, he just sighed heavily and decided to take a look around, scanning the mossy walls around them… and somewhere just a few inches above him, he saw small white semi-oval-like translucent things on the wall. Ten of those… with some hand marks surrounding those… and those marks seemed to have been elongated when the hands pressed upon them slipped down.
Fingernails.
He frowned and bit his lower lip, thinking of what to do. "So she tried to climb out… but she can't hold on properly…" he thought silently before turning back to her, "Poor girl… I wish I could help her…" he sighed heavily. "Seven days?" he thought again before he crossed his arms to think and leaned back against the wall.
She just remained standing, her back facing him.
The silence between them was already beginning to scare him… but he tried not to mind it.