A Tale of Three Princesses

By Chiharu Tanaka

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Author's Notes: Finally an update! Sorry for taking so long to get my bearings straight on this story. The time era for this story is rather old-school Final Fantasy (FF3/4/5/6) and the characters are probably dressed in a mix of fairytale Disney clothing and Final Fantasy ensemble (but not the modern kind).

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy do not belong to me. It belongs to the great Square-Enix and Disney.

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Chapter One: The Tale Begins

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The blue-green colour of the sea never ceases to amaze, despite the countless times one may have looked at it. Even the cool, salty breeze was such a common scent that the air felt suffocating without it. To a sea-lover, the vast and wide ocean was a mystery and a familiarity at the same time. It was just a normal morning at the seaside of Destin, with the wind blowing towards the harbour, telling ships to come and dock at their bustling port. The seagulls cry above the many people working down at the simple wooden-plank commerce point, before soaring towards the balcony of the large stone castle that stood on a short cliff.

A young princess sat on the balcony that breezy morning, her arms resting on the marble railings as her chin rested on her white long sleeves. She sighed at the view of the ocean, because she was a sea-lover, like many in the country of Destin. Closing her eyes, she allowed the gentle wind to rustle her short black hair playfully before her attention was diverted by a knock on the door.

"Come in," she called loudly from the balcony, which was quite a distance from her bedroom door.

The heavy wooden door opened with a squeak of the hinges and a young butler with curly light brown hair entered, standing up straight to further accentuate his tall, lanky figure. "Pardon my intrusion, Your Highness. I was sent by Zexion to inform you about the arrival of the new books," said the youth dressed in the butler uniform.

The princess turned around and got off her chair before entering the sanctity of her marine-walled bedroom. "Really? They've arrived?" she asked. Books had always kept her company for many years, and every new addition to the palace library evoked a feeling in her akin to a five-year old getting a new toy.

"Yes, Your Highness," replied the butler.

A smile graced the princess's fair features. "That's splendid! Thank you, Hayner. You're dismissed," she said. Hayner bowed courteously before taking his leave, but she stopped him as he turned to the door. "By the way, when did you start calling me 'Your Highness' again? You're scaring me with the formalities."

Hayner turned around and sighed as he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, Xion…it's not that I'm going against your order of being informal with you and all, but lately Ol' Ed's been scolding the bunch of us for our manners towards you…Your Highness."

The corners of Xion's mouth tugged sideways. Ol' Ed was the head of the servants in the castle, and being a strict old man, he did not take the youngsters' nonchalant manner with the three princesses lightly. It wasn't that the young servants were rude – it was just that the three princesses didn't have many companions their age and wanted friends instead of mere servants. "I'll talk to him," she said, sighing. "But thanks for the news. I appreciate it."

"No problem," said Hayner, before running off to his duties.

As soon as the young butler disappeared with a hurry, Xion turned back once more to look at the clock sitting on her desk littered with seashells. Deciding that she would go down to the library to pick up a book or two from the new collection and read a few chapters before lunch, her black-coloured boots made gentle clicking noises as she walked out of her bedroom and down the short tower steps, before landing herself on the second floor of the castle. Glancing upon a figure dressed in a white dress making her way down the common stairway to the main floor of the castle, Xion hastened her steps. "Nami!" she called out. "Nami, wait up!"

Xion's blond-haired eldest sister, Naminé, turned around to face the fifteen year-old coming up to her. She smiled as Xion stopped in front of her, breathless. "Ol' Ed will have a fit if he sees you running in the castle," she told her youngest sibling.

"Aw, he's just a noisy old badger," breathed Xion as she stood up straight to her sister's height. "Where are you going this time of day?"

"Father's asked for my presence. I don't know why, but…" Naminé explained, but turned to look sideways when the sound of footsteps against marble came towards them. They saw their other sister, dressed in a large maroon gown filled with jewels and elaborate laces. "Good morning, Kai," she greeted with a smile gracing her angelic face.

Kairi approached them and the grin on her sweet face was akin to their mother's. "Good morning, Nami, Xio," she greeted them back, one hand grasping her floor-length gown, lifting it slightly to ease walking. "I heard from Selphie that Father wants you in the drawing room. Can I tag along?"

Naminé nodded. "I'm sure whatever Father needs to tells me, he can tell you two as well," she said.

Xion grinned, holding Naminé's left hand. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's not keep him waiting!"

Kairi grabbed Naminé's right hand. "Agreed. Let's go, girls."

As the three princesses walked down the main stairway, a brown-haired maid of Naminé's age looked up from the bottom of the staircase and gave them a small curtsy. "Good morning, Your Highnesses," she said, her wavy hair tied into two braids left over her shoulders. She was a little taller than the three sisters (who were about the same height) and was wearing a white apron over her maid uniform. She also had a broom which she held in her left hand.

"Good morning, Olette," they greeted her.

"What brings all three of you together this lovely morning? I doubt it's practice – you're not in attire for that," asked the maid, switching her style of speech after checking that Old Ed the grumpy head butler wasn't in vicinity.

"Father called for Naminé," said Kairi. "We're just tagging along because there's nothing else to do today. Besides, it sounds rather important for him to be calling her in the morning instead of just discussing at mealtimes like he normally would. He must be hiding something from us."

Olette laughed nervously. She's heard rumours from the other maids, especially from the loud gossip Selphie who was Kairi's age – but she didn't want to say anything and risk upsetting the King (or worse yet, Martha, the head of the housekeepers) if the rumours were indeed untrue. "Oh, really?" she said, her grip on the broom tightening. "Well, you mustn't keep His Majesty waiting. I'll take my leave now."

Naminé and Kairi nodded and continued talking as Olette passed by them to head up into their towers to begin cleanup, but Xion stood there; watching the young maid disappear into the north tower with narrowed eyes. Xion – like her father – was sensitive to people's change of behaviour, even if it was the slightest bit. "Xio, don't just stand there, c'mon!" called Kairi from ahead of her.

"Coming!" she said, walking briskly to rejoin her sisters. As she walked beside Naminé and Kairi, her mind wandered off to Olette's unusual behaviour that both her older sisters did not notice. 'There must be something Olette knows and isn't telling us,' she thought. 'If what Father wants to talk about is that important, surely rumours would already be flying, and rumours being rumours – it should've reached Kairi by way of Selphie's blabbermouth...'

By the time Xion could think up of theories as to what the topic of discussion could be, they had already arrived in front of the drawing room. The guard pushed the door open for them and announced their arrival to the King who was sitting inside after a meeting with some delegates. "Good morning, Father," they greeted as they entered, before giving him a curtsy each.

"Good morning, my princesses," said King Ansem, who looked a little more stressed out than usual – Xion noted, like he was surprised to see all three of them there. The three took a seat at the long couch beside the fireplace as Ansem sat down on the large armchair. Two maids entered to serve them tea and some simple pastries, and left as quickly as they had entered. Once they were all alone in the cosy, well-decorated room facing the rose gardens outside, Naminé spoke up.

"You...wanted to see me, Father?" she began in her soft-spoken, dreamy voice.

Ansem gently stroked his short beard with his thumb as he rested his chin on his palm. "I would have preferred discussing this with you alone, Naminé, but since your sisters are here...I guess it's unavoidable."

Kairi's eyes narrowed. "Why is it that you prefer talking to just Nami? Because she's the eldest? I'm seventeen, Father, and Xio may be fifteen but she's way more matured than girls her age!"

Ansem shook his head. "There you go again with your mother's temper. It has nothing to do with your age, or Naminé being the eldest. I wanted to tell her first because she...she'd be able to break the news a little gentler for both of you."

Xion bit her lower lip. She did not like the sound of that – and neither did Kairi. "What do you mean?" asked the youngest princess. "What news?"

The king delayed their suspense by taking a sip of tea to calm his nerves. He didn't want to have to come to this – telling all three of them at once would definitely be easier than letting Naminé deal the blow to her two more sensitive sisters, but he knew his daughters – all three of them – would not like this news one bit. "Tomorrow morning..." he began after placing the teacup back on the table. "Prince Riku and his entourage are coming from Radieux. The castle is currently preparing a small ball to welcome him to Destin, and it is to be held tomorrow night."

Kairi breathed a sigh of relief, but Naminé's lips were pursed even as Xion's eyes were on her, as the latter two felt that there was more to this story than just a simple visit from the neighbouring country's prince. "Riku! We haven't seen him since what...when Xio was still a baby! That must be one long trip..." Kairi began babbling about how a sea trip from the capital of both countries will take days even on the Radieux-made engine-powered boat, but Naminé cut her off.

"Is it merely a visit?" she inquired carefully. After all, the last time the Prince visited was when she was seven years old. The King and Queen of Radieux had visited twice since then, as the Prince was supposedly busy studying and training that he couldn't afford to come and visit.

Ansem sighed as Kairi turned to her older sister, whose expression was serious – reflecting her inner wisdom and then to Xion, whose expression was doubtful and filled with curiosity. "Yes, it is one long trip. I had asked my advisor, who suggested that we invite him all the way here. There is a reason for all this, however. You three know that there are no male heirs to the Destin throne, so I have decided to unite our country with Radieux."

Naminé averted her father's gaze as Kairi suddenly stood up, as Xion pressed her fingers against her temples. "I knew this day would come," the black-haired princess mumbled as Kairi placed the pieces together in a split second.

"So...Riku's here to marry one of us?" she exclaimed loudly.

"No, Xion is only fifteen; I won't allow her to marry that young."

"So Xion is exempted from this? I'm only seventeen – this isn't fair!"

"You claim you are seventeen and therefore a young adult, so act like one!" Ansem said loudly, standing up abruptly to tower over his daughter. "King Cecil and Queen Rosa have already agreed to the marriage and the union of both countries – however an engagement will take place first to let the people assimilate to this union."

Kairi bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, and stormed out of the drawing room without another word. Naminé looked up at her father who sighed before sitting back down, rubbing the temples of his head with his fingertips. "I'm sorry, Father," she said.

"You don't have to apologise on her behalf, Naminé," he said. "This is precisely why I wanted to let you know first."

"Still, Father...a union? Though it may be an advantage to both countries what with the Vide Empire pressing on us...this is marriage, Father; something you said you'd let us choose on our own," said Xion.

"I know, and I'm very sorry to all three of you for having to come to this decision so suddenly. It's just that I'm not as young and healthy as I used to be, and I want a future for my country and my people. You understand, don't you?"

The two princesses nodded. "Yes." Xion felt her emotions surging inside, but she understood her father's predicament and why he made such a decision.

"Father," Naminé began, feeling guilty for both her younger sisters. "It's not fair for Kairi to be pushed into this. I'll accept the engagement instead."

"No," he replied sternly. "I feel bad for pushing Prince Riku into this as much as I did all three of you, so I promised him and his parents I'd let him choose. If for some reason he chooses you, Xion, then you will have to be engaged too."

Xion gulped, suddenly hoping her lack of femininity as compared to her two sisters was enough to save her from this mess. She barely had any experience with boys, if none at all. "If that is the case..." she mumbled while trying to keep calm as her nerves trembled. "Then so be it."

A heavy silence fell over the three of them, and eventually Naminé and Xion excused themselves from the room to head back to the towers, where they hoped Kairi would be. Xion sighed as they said nothing while climbing the spiral steps to Kairi's bedroom. 'This explains Olette's behaviour, and Selphie's unusual silence. I don't want any of my sisters to suffer this fate, but neither do I...'

They found Kairi face flat on the bed as Olette and Selphie sat on the bed with her. Selphie was a maid of Kairi's age and her good friend, with short, curled-up caramel brown hair and bright bottle green eyes. "Oh...I knew those rumours were true!" said Selphie, crossing her arms as Olette patted Kairi's back while the delicate princess sniffed into her velvet cushions. "I can't believe the King is uniting the two countries! I mean...not that it's bad news, but by marriage? You're so young!"

Olette noticed the presence of the two princesses and stood up. "You three wanna have some time alone?" she asked, as Kairi wasn't taking in the situation too well, and Selphie's comments seemed to worsen her condition.

"Yes, please," said Naminé. "Thank you, Olette, Selphie."

"No problem, Nami," said Selphie, before patting Kairi's back. "Have a good chat with your sisters and wipe that snot off your pretty face, 'kay?"

The two maids left Kairi's bedroom to let the sisters have some privacy, closing the heavy wooden door behind them. Naminé sat down beside Kairi and gently brushed her silky red hair with her fingers tenderly. "I know you're upset, we all are..." she began, when Kairi snapped. She lifted herself off from her face-down position and sat up, glaring at Xion.

"Yeah, but Xion has it easy since Riku can't choose her because she's underage!" she said mockingly.

"Hey, I'm in as much risk as both of you! Father said he could choose any one of us – he just won't let me get married while I'm fifteen!" Xion retaliated, her pent-up stress bursting out as she was worried of the prospect of marriage as much as her sisters were.

"Stop it, you two!" Naminé exclaimed, silencing both her younger sisters because after all, it was quite rare to see Naminé angry. "We are princesses of Destin, and being a princess doesn't mean we're only entitled to the privileges that come with that title. We have responsibilities too. If one of us has to marry a Prince to unite the two countries – for the good of our people – then we must do it."

Xion looked at the carpeted floor. "It's a sacrifice, that's what it is."

"If Mother were still alive, she would instantly object," said Kairi, hugging one of the cushions. The late Queen Marina told fairytales to her daughters before bed like any mother did, but she told them an important lesson: true love was something fate arranges, not anyone else. "I don't care if he's a Prince or whatever. I won't marry someone I don't love!"

The eldest princess sighed, pushing aside some of her golden bangs swept away by the ocean wind. "But we don't have a choice. This is our duty, unless you'd rather be a commoner."

Silence followed, and after a few minutes of it, Xion stood up abruptly. "This is driving me crazy," she said, crossing her arms. "I'm going to the library like I originally intended to. I need to get my mind off this madness." After that she just left, walking briskly towards the solace that was the Palace Library.

Kairi pouted angrily as she and Naminé watched her leave, and lay back down on her bed before turning away from Naminé's worried face. "I'm going to take a nap. Don't bother calling me for lunch, I'm not hungry," she stated; her statement muffled with her face half-buried into a downy pillow.

The blond-haired princess stood up. "Alright, but I'll get Selphie to send you lunch anyway. Don't get too upset about this. Mother would be worried for you," she told her younger sister, before leaving the room. Kairi felt the tears well up in her eyes at the mention of her beloved mother. Looking at her mother's jewellery box sitting atop her dressing table, she held back a sob as she continued to stare at it, before focusing on the sky reflected on the mirror.

Nami does have a point...I'm sorry, Mommy.

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Zexion, a young man who seemed to be brooding all the time, what with his dishevelled layered blue-black hair and a hand always on his chin whilst immersed in a book, looked up from his subject of reading when Princess Xion unceremoniously barged into the library (well, he considered opening the door and marching on the carpeted floor 'barging') and turned to him sharply like she was going to eat him.

"Your Highness," the librarian addressed immediately, fumbling with his book as he stood up from the desk. "I take it you're here to see the new arrivals?"

Xion merely nodded, swirls of the previous conversation with her father and sisters still lingering in her muddled head. Zexion noticed her foul mood – and even if the youngest princess' temper was nowhere near as bad as the middle one, she still got mad frequently and becomes a silenced ice-queen when it happens. 'It's just one of those days,' thought the young librarian, taking heed from his friend Demyx the court musician.

Without a moment more, he rushed to pull out the trolley-shelf displaying the latest books. He figured she would be coming to see them after he relayed a message to Hayner, so he had them stacked nicely for her. He stood still and watched as her petite self browsed through the books, flipping through the pages and scanning line-by-line. After going through seven of them, she picked one and sauntered deeper into the library without another word. The librarian sighed, wondering what got her into a bad temper.

The carpet silenced her journey into the library, and she sat down on the sofa in her favourite, secluded spot in the library. She would always hide here whenever she was bored or tired, and the surrounding books and lamps as well as the large window facing the sea were reasons why it was her favourite. Flipping to the page she was previously reading, she began her ritual habit of 'relaxing' as she had put it to Kairi.

Still, even her favourite spot in the library with a rather interesting book in her hands were not enough to ease her anxious heart, which began thumping like turbulent waves as soon as her father confirmed her fear of having a chance of betrothal as much as her sisters did. She snapped the book shut and exited the library with the same urgency as when she came in, startling Zexion on her way out.

She ordered a passing Royal Guard, one she had seen quite often – she was tall with slicked back blond hair named Larxene – to go to get a butler or maid to bring her some chamomile tea. Larxene merely smiled her mischievous smile, which reminded Xion of the Cheshire Cat in the book Alice in Wonderland; before the woman excused herself and left Xion on her way to the gardens.

Pulling a white chair out, she laid the book on the round marble table to resume her reading in the stillness of the rose gardens. She decided to sit there because she wanted a change of scenery, and the sound of waves only made her miss her mother more. Pretending to be absorbed in the book, her head spun with the many possibilities of the future of her and her sisters. 'I don't want this...why must Father come up with such a radical solution? Not that it's unheard of, but at least I'm glad Kairi is upset about it just as I am. Nami is always Daddy's little girl...following everything he says...'

"Your tea, Your Highness."

A youthful male voice surprised her, out of her train of thoughts and back into the real world. She looked towards the voice in reflex and met the sky blue eyes of a butler, perhaps about Hayner's age – no, much younger – probably Kairi's age. His sandy blond hair appeared scruffy, but was cleverly styled upwards to give him a cool and stylish look. He was wearing a butler's uniform as Hayner was, a formal ensemble of black and white, and also a stripe of turquoise on the tails of their black twin-tail jackets – the official colour of Destin. To add to Xion's already befuddled mind, this young butler was good-looking. He wasn't handsome as a 'Prince Charming' would be, but he would definitely turn heads if he walked down the street.

Instantly, Xion's cheeks turned red, flaring from the back of her fair neck. Her heart began pounding like the drums they played during the orchestra, and she quickly averted her gaze, looking at the cup of steaming tea in front of her. "Thank you," she said, curious as to why she's feeling flustered all of a sudden.

"You're welcome," the young butler replied with a smile.

Xion picked up the teacup from its saucer and took a sip. It burned her lips – because in contrary to her book-loving personality, it was Kairi who enjoyed warm tea more. Suddenly she regretted her decision (because Kairi told her tea calms the nerves) and wished she had asked for orange juice instead. Seeing her adverse reaction to the tea, the butler stepped forward from where he stood a little far behind her.

"Is the tea not to your liking, Your Highness?" he asked politely. Xion set the cup and shook her head, licking her lips as she did so.

"No, I...I'm just not used to tea," she admitted. Looking up at him, she realised something. She had certainly never met this young butler before, and the number of young butlers was countable by her fingers; in contrast to the maids – there were plenty young ones in the castle. His polite way of speaking confirmed it, as the other young butlers were used to calling her 'Xion'. "Are you...new here, by any chance?"

The butler's eyes widened in surprise; he had heard of Princess Xion being very sharp, but he had no idea she was this sharp. "Yes, I am. How did you know that, Your Highness?" he asked.

She picked up a spoon and began stirring the tea in attempt to cool it down. "That's because you're calling me 'Your Highness'. Didn't Hayner or Pence tell you that Nami, Kai and I are rather...casual with the servants your age?"

He seemed genuinely intrigued by her statement. "I'm sorry, Your Highness...I just started yesterday. Mister Edward had forbid me from speaking casually with the princesses."

Xion sighed. Honestly, she was going to have to summon that old badger and give him a piece of her mind. "Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Just speak to us like how you would to your friends, really," she told him.

"Okay," replied the youth, refraining himself from adding 'Your Highness' at the end of his sentence. "If that's the case...then what should I call you?"

"Xion," she said, suddenly embarrassed that she was speaking so casually to this young man, even though she was already doing so with Hayner, Pence, and even Zexion. The butler smiled a cute lopsided grin that made her want to smile back at him.

"Xion..." he repeated. "Nice to meet you, Xion," he said, and she wondered why her name sounded so wonderful when it came out from his mouth. "I'm Roxas, by the way."

She smiled back as she couldn't help but do so, and forgot about what was troubling her so in the midst of conversation. "How old are you? You look younger than Hayner or Pence," she asked, curious.

"Seventeen," he replied.

"Seventeen? You're only Kairi's age...what brings you to work at such an age?"

Roxas shrugged. "I wanted to be independent," he merely said. "Seventeen isn't that young...I'm turning eighteen at the end of the year."

"Sorry, my question must've sounded rude..." Xion mumbled, blushing bright red.

"No worries," said Roxas. "You're not a tea person, right? Do you want something else to drink?"

Xion smiled sheepishly. "No, it's fine...I'll just wait for it to cool. You've got other things to do, right? I guess you'd better run along."

Roxas nodded, since he was wanted in the dining hall to arrange the flowers and decorations. "Yeah, I guess so. See you around then, Xion," he said with a grin, before running off into the castle. The young princess watched him leave with the smile still lingering on her face. Grasping her stomach, she wondered why she felt like there were butterflies in it when it wasn't even the public speaking exam.

What is this feeling? I must ask Kai...no, maybe Nami.

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Naminé stood in front of a larger-than-life full portrait of her mother in one of the castle hallways, connected to a dome which provided indirect sunlight to illuminate the picture. Her hands clasped together as she looked up at her mother's beautiful face, she sighed before placing both her hands on her chest in unease. Closing her eyes she allowed herself to be carried back into time; a time when her mother was still alive.

"Naminé," Queen Marina had told the nine year-old Naminé, while the two younger princesses were chasing each other in the gardens at a distance out of ear shot. "I don't have much time to live anymore," she said, holding both Naminé's hands with her own. "You know what that means, don't you?"

The blond-haired princess was already tearing up, but she nodded anyway. "I don't want you to go, Mommy," she said, voice wavering.

"Listen, honey," Marina said whilst stroking Naminé's golden blond hair. "When I'm not around, you'll have to take care of your sisters in my place, okay? Promise me you'll be a good sister to them, and you have to listen to your Daddy and be a good daughter. You have to be strong, and I'm sorry I'm forcing all this on you when you are so very young..."

"I promise, Mommy," Naminé said, holding her mother's hand tenderly.

"If anything bad happens, please protect your sisters. The three of you are my pride and joy, and Kairi and Xion are even younger than you are, so please mind them in my place, okay?"

Naminé nodded, biting her lower lip to force the tears back. She had to be strong – especially when she was the only one who knew of her mother's fatal disease at the time. Even when her mother was so pale and frail, she was so beautiful and she was everything to the three of them.

"I promise," she said again. Marina smiled and extended a pinkie finger.

"Pinkie swear?" she said childishly. Naminé nodded and twined her own small pinkie finger with her mother's.

The nineteen year-old Naminé sighed as she stared at her right pinkie finger. She had made a promise to her mother, and in the past ten years she had filled in her mother's shoes indirectly – learning of protocols, etiquette, law, business and worldly affairs as a Queen should; attending meetings with her father, even participating by sharing her thoughts and ideas with the much older, much wiser men and women of the King's Court; learning of magic and healing as her mother did as a young lady – to be capable of caring for her two more reckless sisters; and most importantly watching over them as they grew up into fine young ladies.

I'm still keeping my promise, Mommy, but to protect them from this political marriage, I need your help. If you're watching us from the heavens, please...please make Prince Riku choose me.

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To be continued...

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Naminé, Olette and Pence are 19; Kairi, Selphie and Roxas are 17; Hayner is 20; Larxene is 23; Demyx is 21 and Zexion is 24.

I hope the story intrigues you so far. I've gotten some idea for this story, and there will be love triangles ahead, as well as more characters. I hope Xion wasn't too OOC, as I didn't get the chance to finish 358/2 Days. Her character is a little complicated here, but since she is the youngest – and therefore a teenager. She is also, rather, the focus of this chapter, isn't she? Maybe I should have more of Naminé or Kairi in the next chapter.

Are the nicknames (Nami, Kai and Xio) appropriate or odd? Let me know.

Just for an FYI (you can skip this rant); I actually have two younger sisters myself. My family has only three daughters. The idea of writing this story stems from the fact that the three of them (Naminé, Kairi, Xion) looked alike and I wanted them to be sisters instead of clones; and the fact that I have experience being in a three-sister family. However, my sisters and I are far from behaving like Naminé, Kairi and Xion. Some similarities do exist, but it pretty much stops there. Also, I try hard not to Mary Sue any of my traits into my fanfiction characters (I can't help in the aspect of 'drawing' though), nor am I a Mary Sue in the first place. Square-Enix and Disney made them that way, and I insist in keeping it that way. Anyway, my point is if there are any out-of-character traits (especially for Xion); feel free to comment/correct my mistakes in your review.

Please leave a review! As for flames – I will just laugh because the number of my review count on the site increased thanks to it.