Okay, next! Thanks to SummonerDagger88 for getting me to think of Naminé! I'll see if I can get something else for her, too, since this ended up being more about Roxas again... Just too easy to find ones with him, poor boy. Stopping where I do because it kept getting too exposition-y.

Called by Name

Roxas flailed against the darkness, the Keyblade refusing to appear. He reached up, trying to grab something to pull himself out, and felt a hand gently grab his wrist.

Suddenly he was in a space tinged a soft blue, odd shapes lying around like furniture or some kind of weird display. He couldn't call it a room because the walls, if there were any, were so far off that they faded into the distance. Sitting on a ledge above him was the strange girl from before.

He opened his mouth to ask who she was and what was going on, but the girl held up a finger near her lips, stopping him. With a small smile, she lowered the hand, resting it on her chest. "My name is Naminé," she said.

There were a dozen questions Roxas wanted to ask, but he was still reeling from what had just happened and didn't quite trust his voice yet. So he just gave her a confused look, to which the girl just stared back, studying him.

"Roxas," Naminé said after another moment. "Do you remember your true name?"

Roxas blinked, wondering again what was going on. He had a weird feeling that he should know the answer to that question, because hadn't someone asked him that before...?

Suddenly a tall figure in a black coat was beside Naminé, pulling the girl to her feet by her arm. "Say no more, Naminé," the man said.

Naminé looked up pleadingly. "But if no one tells him, Roxas will –"

"It's best he doesn't know the truth," the man said, and suddenly Roxas remembered hearing that voice before.

"Hey! You're that pickpocket!" Roxas accused, thrusting a finger towards the man. It was easier to focus on that anger than keep wondering about figures in white and Keyblades and the unrelenting sense that there was something he was missing here, something he should know.

The man turned towards him and started to lift a hand to the side, but Naminé reached out with her free one, smacking him in the shoulder. The hood turned back to the girl, who scowled defiantly at him.

"Naminé..." the man said warningly.

"Let her go!" Roxas said, fist clenching at his side. The Keyblade appeared in a swirl of light, and on instinct he threw it at the man.

The Keyblade clanged against something, getting knocked to the side, but blocking the strike forced the man in the coat to release Naminé. He lowered his sword, a red and dark blue blade styled like a wing, and stared down at Roxas. The teen glared right back, and the Keyblade reappeared in his hand as he set himself in a ready stance. The man shook his head, as if in pity, and lifted the sword level with his hood.

Suddenly Naminé threw herself between them, her back to Roxas as her arms went to the side. "That's enough!"

"Naminé," the man warned again.

She shook her head. "He's never known the truth. No one ever..." Her arms lowered, and though Roxas couldn't see her face, he could hear her voice waver. "We need to tell him."

"You know why we're not."

"They're already here," Naminé shot back. "Making him forget didn't work." She rested a hand over her heart, voice going soft. "I want him to wake up, too. But we both know Sora wouldn't like this."

"Sora?" Roxas repeated in disbelief. He came out of the stance, Keyblade vanishing again, and looked back and forth between them, visions of a boy in red flashing through his head. "You guys know Sora?"

The man's hooded face turned in his direction, and Naminé smiled over her shoulder at him. "That's right," she said. "Sora is someone very important to both of us. And to you."

Roxas blinked, confused all over again as he shook his head. "You mean those dreams are real? That this Sora guy is actually running around somewhere?"

"No," the man said, sounding annoyed. "He's not running around anywhere anymore."

Roxas felt a trill of fear hearing that, and wasn't sure why. "You mean he's...?"

"No," Naminé said quickly, turning to face him fully. "No, Sora's just sleeping right now."

Roxas rubbed a hand through his hair, trying to wrap his mind around the fact his dreams had actually happened. "But why am I dreaming about him? I've never even met him!"

"Because..." Naminé stopped as the man in the coat hopped down from the ledge. She shot a look over her shoulder at him, hands going to her hips. "Are you going to let me tell him or not?"

The man didn't answer for a moment. His face, hidden under the hood, turned to Roxas and then back to Naminé. "I shouldn't," he said. Then he leaned back against the ledge, sword vanishing as he crossed his arms. "DiZ isn't going to like this."

"DiZ likes to remind me that Nobodies don't have hearts," Naminé said quietly. "So I guess I don't really care."

Roxas was surprised to hear the man laugh, and did a double-take because for a second the deep voice seemed to change to a much softer one, one that was almost familiar. The figure looked smaller all of a sudden, but when Roxas blinked, he was back to normal.

Naminé turned back to the teen with a small smile, pulling his attention away from the odd occurrence. "Alright, Roxas." The pale blue space faded into a smaller one, an actual room with a long table. Everything, from the walls to the potted flowers on the table, was stark white. Pictures, clearly done by hand, were pasted on the walls and scattered on the floor, the bright spots of color drawing his eyes to them.

Naminé lifted a pad with an orange cover off the table, cradling it to her chest. "This isn't going to be easy. But you want to know the truth, right? About the connection between you and Sora."

Roxas had been curious, yeah, but he hadn't thought it was some kind of terrible secret like these two seemed to. He could feel something itching in the back of his head, like there was something important he was forgetting about. He glanced at the man, still leaning against a wall, before turning back to Naminé. "Yeah, I... guess so..." he said hesitantly.

Naminé nodded, face solemn. "Do you remember your true name?" she asked, just as she had before the man had interrupted.

Roxas's brows furrowed, trying to figure out if it was a trick question. His name was just his name, wasn't it? "It's –"

Pain blossomed between his eyes, making him flinch. One hand pressed to his head, the other blindly grabbing the edge of the table for support. He groaned, pain intensifying as images flashed through his mind. Creatures like shadows, pulling themselves off the ground in pouring rain. Letters drawn in the air, swirling until they all blurred together. A dark beach, waves crashing against black sand.

Why!? Why do you have the Keyblade?

You seek answers.

I'm what's left. Or... maybe I'm all there ever was.

You really are his Nobody.

I can give you purpose.

Do you remember your true name?

"My true name is..."

Sora.

Roxas jerked back, eyes wide. Naminé watched him sadly, clutching her pad tighter. She gave him a small nod, answering the question he couldn't bring himself to ask.