DiSCLAiMER; I don't own Square Enix or Mirrormask, yadda yadda yadda.

I'm working on French homework as I write this, so excuse the parts that could be in French. If you know the language, go right ahead and say, "Hey SLic! You put a word in French again!" I will probably beat you up, or give you a cookie.

Well, this chapter should be a bit more exciting that last one… and I'm trying to see if I can get to work breaks between pages and what not.

"Talking"

Thinking

Dreaming

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The White Queen

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Dark eyes looked through dark bangs as the black painted fingers nails dug into her skin. Then there was laughing as Naminé stared at herself in a mirror with a girl that looked almost exactly like her.

The blonde shot up from her bed. She looked around her room and grabbed a flashlight off of her night stand. Slipping on her white tiger slippers, Naminé stood up and walked out of her room. "Dad?" she called out. There was no answer. "Dad?" she called out again. "Dad are you there?"

Naminé looked inside of his room, to find he wasn't there, nor was her grandmother in her room either. The blue orbs were getting tired of looking through the dark. As she flicked on the flash light, she walked out into the outside halls of the apartment. "Is anyone awake?" she continued to call out.

And yet still, there was no answer. Naminé heard the sound of a scratchy violin as she looked around one of the corners. There stood a man, with a violin propped against his shoulder. The man was strange though, he was wearing a mask of dark reds and oranges. "Hayner?" she said to the violinist.

A voice called out to her from a room where too people stood. "Please be quiet!" a boy called out. "We're trying to practice here!" The boy continued explaining to what seemed a girl, of how they would perform.

"Hayner, I didn't know you could play the violin…" Naminé spoke again.

"Quiet please!" the boy called out again. Suddenly, some form of shadow crept from behind the masked violin playing Hayner and touched him. He stopped playing as his body turned to a black stone. Naminé's hand reached up to touch him, "Don't touch him!" the girl called out.

Just as the girl called out, the body crumpled and broke down to nothing. Naminé screeched as she quickly ran to where the boy was motioning to her. The girl was throwing some sort of ball at the darkness. Whenever the ball hit the wall or darkness, a bright light appeared, like a mini firework.

But soon, the girl had been touched by the darkness herself. She withered away as the boy walked over to a door, and opened it, pushing Naminé inside. The boy walked in after her and quickly shut the door. The darkness reached out to about one foot and stopped. "What was that?" Naminé asked.

"It was the shadows of our hearts," the boy said. Naminé looked at him with a face of disbelief. He was wearing a mask that covered most of his face except for his mouth and chin. It was black with a dark blue stripe going down the center. For his eye slots there were two small holes.

Naminé moved her flashlight around as she saw another door. She walked over to it and opened it. She looked however, only to find it was a large canyon. "Well that's great!" the masked boy said. "There's no way out, get back over here so we can devise a plan." Naminé nodded as she kept the door open, and walked over to the boy.

With her flash light still in hand, Naminé let it light to where she was stepping. Soon there was a hissing near the two. "Uh-oh!" the boy said. "Heartless."

Naminé pointed her flash light over to hit as the small black creature hissed. She recognized those large beady eyes with the small twitchy black body. "Don't irritate it!" the boy called out. Naminé quickly turned her flash light off. There was just enough light that she could see what was where. "Give it a book!" the by said again.

The blonde turned around to see a bookshelf filled with books. "How to Eat a Grasshopper by Gregory Wikons… What Not to Do Around Heartless by…"

"It's not going to read it!" the boy called out to her. She took a random book from the shelf and opened it, throwing it at the twitching black body. The Heartless looked at the book and began to chew at the pages.

Naminé looked at it, placing her flashlight aside. "Grab two of those large books," the boy demanded.

"Well aren't you pushy?" Naminé retorted. The boy frowned. "Fine!" Naminé exclaimed as she grabbed two large books from the shelf. She handed one over to the boy.

"Throw it on the ground!" the boy said to Naminé. She looked at him as she threw it on the ground. It hit the floor with a large THUD. "No, no!" the boy said. "You have to be angry at it!"

"But I like books!" Naminé said to the masked boy.

The boy shook his head as he picked the book up for her, and gave it back. "Like this," the boy began as he put the book in front of his face. "You blabbering pages of going on about nothing of interest!" He threw the book down as it opened flat about half a foot before it hit the ground. The boy jumped onto it. "Make it angry and it'll go back towards the library," he said as he floated off. "It'll also give us a free trip into the city!

Naminé stared at the book and thought for a second. "Stupid, stupid book! With an ending that was so sappy it DIDN'T make me cry!" Naminé exclaimed at the book as she chucked it at the ground. It hovered over the ground open as the blond quickly stepped onto the book and was led out of the room, and into a strange, yet pastel coloured place.

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"What's your name girl?" the boy asked. He tossed a ball into the air and caught it.

"Naminé," the blonde replied. She was leaning against the bridge that they had stopped at.

"That's a strange name," the boy began. "You need a more, original name, like… Roxas!"

"There's nothing wrong with my name!" the girl snapped. "Why? What's your name?"

The boy smiled and looked down at her. "My name?" he echoed. "It's Roxas. You know, that girl back there was my best partner, Olette was her name. She was the greatest juggler I knew. I mean, the violinists, they're a penny for two dozens. But you can't find jugglers all that well."

Naminé looked up at Roxas, "I can juggle," she said. Roxas shook his head as he threw a ball into the air. Naminé quickly caught it and began to juggle back and forth with Roxas. He caught the final ball.

"You really can!" he said with a smile. Roxas looked at Naminé's face. "You're not…" he began. "What kind of mask is that?"

Naminé held her face a little, noticing she wasn't wearing a mask. "I'm not wearing a mask," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I have a face. Why? Does everyone here where a mask?" Roxas nodded. The two talked with each other for a while of why everyone was leaving the city.

As they talked for a while, three men came up to the two teenagers. One had a black mask going over only one eye and a scar running down his cheek. Another one had blond hair, a beard and an earing on his left ear along with a green mask. The third one looked old, and had long brown hair with an extremely pointed nose which was hidden by an icy blue mask. They were all wearing the same cloak, black with a hood.

"Ah! Officers!" Roxas said. "So good to see you!" The three men glared at the juggler.

They quickly huddled into a small circle around Naminé. "Found the princess, yes?" the blond one said with a heavy British accent. The scar man looked at the other two and nodded.

"I'm not a princess!" Naminé exclaimed. The three officers looked at each other.

"She says she's not the princess?" the icy-mask said with a strange type of Russian accent. "Dangerous!" scar man said with one of those 'surfer dude' voices.

Roxas came over to the small huddled circle around Naminé, "Officers, I assure you that this girl is my business partner!" he tried to explain.

The three men picked Naminé up as she was brought further into the city. Naminé didn't refuse for she thought that if she did, the three men would hurt her. She looked at a window as she saw herself asleep in her bedroom through the glass. "I'm dreaming right now…" she said softly.

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A man with long silver hair very tanned skin and a mask that covered the top half of his face, but then had a small piece that covered his nose. The mask was white with a black design that reminded Naminé of lightning bolts.

"Xemnas!" the half-mask shouted over to the tanned man. Naminé was placed down onto the ground as she stood before a large white staircase. "We found the princess!"

Naminé growled as the man looked up and down at her. "I'm not a princess!" she said a little too loud, but then quickly quieted. Xemnas nodded.

"But you look like the princess, and you sound like her too!" the older man replied.

"I'm not! This all just…" Naminé began. "…just a stupid, STUPID dream!" Xemnas laughed.

"This is not a dream," he said to Naminé who seemed to just quiet down and looked like she was about to cry. "Come with me." The young blonde nodded and followed the older man, afraid of what was going to happen to her.

The two arrived in a room filled with white roses and designs that Naminé remembered drawing. A woman was on a bed, sleeping, across the room. "Who is that?" Naminé asked the man.

"That is the White Queen," Xemnas began. "A girl came here, from the land of Shadows, saying she was a princess. The queen allowed her in. But the princess stole the queen's charm, and the White Queen has been asleep ever since then."

Naminé walked over to the White Queen to see that her eyes closed. Examining the queen more closely, her lips were small, almost non-existent, her skin had a somewhat pale complexion too it, and even though her hair was a light born, it was still long. The White Queen was her mother. "Mum?" Naminé asked the sleeping body as a small pink rose began to grow softly.

"Hello love…" Naminé heard Aerith's voice inside her head when the rose grew.

"What's this mean?" Naminé asked. Xemnas smiled from behind his mask.

"It means that… you might be our only hope to awaken the White Queen," the older man said.

Naminé smiled as she looked down at her mother. "Anything to save her," the blonde softly whispered beneath her breath.

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Yay! I'm a happy girl now! Well, that was chapter two. For those who know Mirrormask, I know that I messed up in some parts, so please forgive me. 'Kay?

Wow… that took an entire week, but then again, I had my school somewhat exams, MCAS, and I didn't get much sleep… so… yeah…

Next chapter will be more fun!!

SLic