Disclaimer: i don't own Kingdom hearts 2 or any characters or any other property of the games. thats all square enix....and disney...and whoever else.
YAY! the second chapter of mt first fan fic!!
NOTE: Until you see the graphic that says "flashback" again, the story is all a flashback. This graphic will be in a different chapter.
Namine woke up early the next morning. She noticed that she had fallen asleep on Roxas' shoulder and blushed a little at the thought. Slowly and silently as not to wake Roxas up, Namine separated herself from him and got off of the couch. She stretched a little and yawned, trying to wake herself up from the deep, dreamless sleep she had. Quietly, the young girl walked to her room and picked the clothes out that she would be wearing that day. That day she felt like wearing a light blue long sleeved shirt and jeans. So she took the clothes out of her closet and headed to the bathroom.
Namine set the water in the shower and slowly got undressed. She felt sticky and dirty because she hadn't had a chance to take a shower the night before. Not to mention the fact that she wanted to smell good for her love....
An hour later Roxas woke up dazed and confused as usual when he wakes up from a deep sleep. The smell of french toast wafted from the kitchen acompanied by the smell of fresh strawberries. In his early morning stupor, he wondered who was cooking for him. He looked towards his shoulder, expecting to see a young, platinum haired girl sleeping soundly, but instead he found that she was already awake. Roxas stretched and got up from the couch, heading toward the kitchen.
"Good morning Roxas. Did you have a good sleep?" Namine asked him as he entered the kitchen.
"Uh....I slept well. Why are you up so early?" He asked her. As she turned around, Roxas looked at her and he was mezmerized at how good she looked that day. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans but it was covereed up by a cute apron.
"Well I woke up early and decided to cook you a nice breakfast." She smiled "And I was pretty hungry myself." she laughed. The sound was like music to his ears.
"Do you need any help?" he offered Namine.
"No it's fine. I'm almost done. Yours is already in the table." she gestured to a small, three person table with a plate of french toast fresh out of the pan. Roxas sat down in front of it and Namine sat down right after him with her own plate. Roxas took a bite of his food and his eyes opened wide. It was delicious! He starteed chewing slowly, savoring the flavor in each bite.
Naimine noticed Roxas chewing slowly and started worrying. "Is it...good?" she asked him, her eyes cast downward in shame and embarassment.
"Yes! It's delicious!" he confessed. She looked up at him, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. He wasn't.
"Thank you." she said, a small smile forming on her lips. "I'm glad you like it."
The couple finished there breakfast and Roxas insisted that he clean the dishes because she had made breakfast. After the dishes were done, Roxas took a shower and Namine waited for him in the living room.
Roxas finished in the shower and got dressed, than headed towards the living room. He sat down next to Namine and turned towards her.
"So, what do you have planned for today?" he asked the aspiring artist.
"Well I was hopping we could go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art." she asked, blushing.
"Okay, well then we should start going, the museum opens in an hour."Roxas answered.
The two got their jackets and scarfs and all their other winter clothing articles, and then headed out the door. They walked down the apartment building stairs, greeting neighbors as they passed. Roxas grabbed Namine's hand, getting ready to lead her out into the snow storm.
They walked out of the building and into the whipping wind and the cold air. Snow was swirling around their heads as if they were in a snow globe. Roxas, still holdong Namine's hand, walked to the end of the street and hailed a taxi. The taxi pulled up and Roxas opened the door for him and Namine to get in. Namine slid in first, followed by Roxas.
"Where would you like to go?" the Cabbie asked, an annoyed look on his face, probably because he was working on such a bad day.
"The Metropolitian Museum of Art please." Namine answered before Roxas had a chance to. The cab started, heading towards the museum. It was at least 10 minuets away, not counting traffic, so to make herself warm and comfortable, Namine moved herself closer to Roxas, so that they shared body heat. She smiled contently to herself.
Before they arrived at the museum, the cabbie picked up another passenger. The girl was wearing an orange snow jacket, and her brown hair was wet and covered at the top with a snow hat.
Roxas looked over at her, his eyes growing wide at the reaization of who this girl was. "Olette?!" he asked in an incredulous voice.