-Chapter 10: Don't Tell Xemnas...-

Oddly enough, this isn't the stupidest thing I've ever done. I mean, there was that time I lit the school nurse's desk on fire…or that time when I jumped off the roof because I was bored. But then again, this is pretty stupid. I mean, sneaking to Xemnas' house to see Larxene…AGAIN?

I crawl towards HIS house, one hand pressed against my hair to hold it down and better conceal myself. I reach up and open the door (Xemnas doesn't believe that anyone would have the nerve to rob him).

I get to my feet after entering; desperately hoping that Xemnas isn't here.

"What are you DOING here?" a voice explodes behind me. I turn to see Larxene; her blonde hair pulled back, a bathrobe strung around her body. I try not to lose myself in her eyes and her hair; I try to cling to the natural fire, instead of her happier, more fulfilling version of the burning force.

"I came to visit you."

"But I told you not to come," I silence her with a kiss, smashing our lips together, deepening the kiss…our emotions dancing all around us.

She finally steps back, blushing slightly. "Y-you should go…if Xemnas finds out—"

"Xemnas won't find out as long as you don't tell him," I assure her, "Don't tell Xemnas, got it memorized?"

"Yeah…but you should really stop saying that," she smiles up at me, and small tears begin to fall down her face.

"What's wrong?" I ask, worried. My usual aloof voice becomes riddled with concern.

"I'm just…worried about you," she gasps, "there's so much that can go wrong—"

I pull her into a kiss again, exploring her mouth with my tongue. "We have…nothing…to…worry…about," I say, in between kisses, "there's nothing…he…can…do to us…the…universe wants us…together."

She pulls back again, resting on my chest. "Yeah, maybe you're right…our relationship does seam a bit…enchanted. I just wish I knew what was going to happen next."

"Don't worry," I tell her, wrapping strong arms around her body, "I'll protect you."

-Namine-

Roxas stares at me as I draw.

We're in the middle of art class. Our teacher, Miss God Mother (and yes, that IS her real name), is always letting us have class outside; A rare treat for most teachers, but a weekly routine for us. The plump woman walks around, helping the students who just can't draw the flower pot she has sitting on the grass.

And still Roxas watches me.

I set down my pencil with a sigh.

"What is it?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh nothing, just watching the artist at work," he grins at me, finally sitting down and leaning his head into my shoulder. I smile at the physical contact; it's so refreshing to have a "significant other".

I laugh a little, before going back to work, carefully drawing in small details into the picture…

"What're you doing?"

"Trying to draw," I say, clenching my teeth. There's a fine line between sweet and annoyingly loveable.

"Oh okay," he sits down again in front of me, crossing his legs Indian-style. "So, you're coming to my party right? Cause' if you're not it really isn't worth having."

"Yes Roxas, I'm definitely coming. So stop asking me please," I tell him, smiling despite myself. I swear; Roxas has no faith in our love at all sometimes.

"Good." As he examines something in the tree behind me the sun glistens in his blonde hair, practically setting it on fire. His skin becomes almost luminous.

"DON'T MOVE!"

"What?"

I flip through my sketch book to a blank piece of paper hurriedly. My pencil starts to work on its own, quickly tracing the lines of Roxas' face, scaling down his slowly forming body…

"Can I move yet…?"

"NO!" I work faster, unable to stop myself as grass takes shape around drawing-Roxas' form.

"Am I becoming a model?" Roxas asks, eyes widening.

"Yes," I say; my voice softening as I add the delicate details of Roxas' eyes and mouth. There's a subtle pout to his lips, a pout that I just can't resist smiling at.

And just like that, Destiny is all around him again, glistening and flowing through is hair, under his arms, around his waist. The magic of fate is ever powerful, making the boy strangely beautiful, yet undeniably handsome.

"Oh wow, can we do an underwear shot next?" he asks, half jokingly. I look up at him with a menacing smile.

-Two Hours Later-

Most of us are at the lunch table—Roxas, Kairi, Wakka, and Tidus and Selphie—and I'm still drawing Roxas. I demanded that the blonde boy sit cross legged on the table top. He plops back down on the bench whenever a teacher comes by.

"Okay…almost…done."

Everyone is staring at me eagerly.

"Okay…DONE!" I present the finished picture to my friends, and I can taste Destiny, flowing in all the colors, sailing across the pencil marks…

-Roxas-

I stare at Namine's sketch with amazed eyes. Detail is all over it, a perfect example of paper and pencil perfection. It looks exactly like me; my hair is curved in all the right places, my eyes shine from an imaginary sun…

"Namine'…it's amazing."

"You think so," her eyes get big.

"Yeah, I want to do the modeling thing again!"

"Oh good," Namine' smiles mischievously, "maybe you can come by my house and do some…nude modeling." She winks at me as a huge grin and fiery blush grace my face.

"I'd be honored to have you draw my sexy man flesh," my friends' mouths drop open almost at the exact same time.

-Riku-

Sakura is on her way to lunch, but she stops immediately at the sight of me.

"Hello Riku," she says, smiling vibrantly.

"Hey Sakura!"

"Do you want to walk me to lunch; I could use some decent boyfriend time."

"Of course; I live to serve—"

"Riku!!!" someone whines behind me. I turn to see Sora, his eyes expanded into a puppy dog pout. "I need you to help me now!!"

"Sora, I have to walk Sakura to lunch."

"Oh, so you're going to choose some chick over me; your best friend since kindergarten?"

I sigh, throwing an apologetic look at Sakura.

"Okay," Sakura's eyes are blazing as she glares at Sora. She's not the type to be called a "chick".

Sakura turns and walks away, leaving Sora and I alone.

"How you holding up?" I ask.

"How do you think?" he asks, angrily. "My best friend thinks his girlfriend is more important then me, Kairi dumped me, Xemnas is on the fucking war path, and Roxas has the perfect relationship…and I…I just—" he bites his lip, most likely to stop it from trembling.

"Sora…look…I know you feel crappy, and I wish I could help…"

"But you can't can you? You think you're SO perfect with your stupid silver hair and you're fucking hot girlfriend…god why does this stuff always happen to me? I've been nice. I've been respectful, I've done EVERYTHING! And what do I get?A freaking, broken ass heart!"

"S-Sora," I can see hurt in his eyes…and maybe even hate. I can see it all, darkness and hatred and disgust. He honestly thinks that I'd put a girl before him…but then, haven't I? While I should have been helping Sora I was to busy sexing up Sakura…while I should've been talking it out with Kairi I was to busy flirting up a storm. What kind of friend am I?

"Just go," he whispers fiercely.

"Alright," I jog away, not wanting him to see how hurt I am. I'm experiencing GUILT for feeling this way. I SHOULD be hurting, for all the pain I've caused Sora.

But there's no time to talk to him, no time to have a heart to heart to Kairi. There's no time for anything…we're all too busy, we're too busy falling into this trap, this trap of hoping. We hope that things will get better, that this Xemnas thing will blow over, that Sora and Kairi will get back together and love each other. But the reality is…that things don't just magically happen. We have to work at them, and boy this situation is going to take a LOT of work.

A/N (Gasp!) I know you all probably think that Sora is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY out of character. But you have to understand, Sora is usually my comic relief, my sweet escape from the "Dark Side" of this story. But Sora and the Dark Side are merging, becoming one whole as he slowly gets more and more heart broken. How much more can Sora stand? Will Riku fix everything? What will Axel do? Find out…

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