Whew! It's been awhile since I updated, yes? But I promised myself I would finish this by November. Now, this chapter is dedicated to Schmelly Inc. and punkiemonkie for encouraging me when I felt absolutely awful about this fic. Hopeful this chapter isn't atrociously hideous, no? Anywho, this chapter is super long. But I hope you'll enjoy it.

Pairing: AkuNami

Rating: Teen. For sexual content, language, and suggestive humor.

Warning: Beginning of chapter may be slightly rough; don't read if you are under the age of thirteen. XD

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Chapter Three :: Imbecillitas

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Her knuckles turned from peach to white as her fingers clenched tightly around the edges of the sketch book. Her azure eyes widened as the fear crept through her spinal cord. She trembled at his touch as his fingertips grazed over the marble skin of her shoulder. His breath whipped around her cheek as he leaned over her, causing her to shake. He sniffed her hair, as if it beheld some beautiful secret that was unknown. She was frightened. If she had a heart, if would be thudding against her chest. If she could, she would scream. If she could, she would run. But she couldn't. She couldn't, not at all.

She was his prisoner, his doll, his plaything. She was powerless. She was to obey his order, or be punished, in one way or another. Her eyes shut tightly as his fingers trailed from her shoulder, down her pale arm. His other hand played with her blonde tendrils, twirling a strand around one of his leather clad fingers. She held her breath as she felt his pale lips brush against the shell of her ear. She felt the warmth of the hushed whispers being said against her skin.

"What did I say, Naminè?" His voice cold and smooth, like pure silver, like a venomous spider. It was softly spoken, but the tone was harsh, making her flinch. "I said…'Don't draw him again', didn't I?"

Naminè scarcely and numbly nodded, shivering at the dangerous tone to his seductive voice. 'Don't draw him again'. Why couldn't she draw him? Why couldn't she draw the only one who talked to her like a human being? Like…a somebody? That one Nobody who hoped and dreamt for something that others had not yet to hope for? Why was that?

The next thing she knew, she was being pulled up by her arm, her sketchbook being ripped from her grasp. She let out a quiet gasp as she felt her back collide in his broad chest; her form tremored. Her sketch book was tossed to the floor, clattering against the freezing cobblestone tiles. It flipped open to a certain page that caused her to shift her gaze from it. His smiling face. It was the second picture she drew of him, and the Graceful Assassin had found it. He was angry…

His mouth caressed her neck as he held her close to his body. His grip tightened around her arms. She squirmed, trying to escape, but he was too strong. She was no match. Suddenly, she was being pushed forward, and she collapsed on the floor, her knees buckling and her cheek slamming against the hard surface. Her body sprawled across the floor as she let out a strangled cry.

"This was your last chance…" came the voice that haunted her nights. Pitifully, she sniffed, trying to lift her figure from the floor. Cautiously, she glanced over shoulder to see his smirking features. Handsome, true, but murderous and merciless. She was his slave. How she hated her master. But she was wrong there; she could not hate. But if she could, she would. She would hate him with all of her soul. She couldn't get out of this situation, even if she tried with all of her heart. But she had not a heart. Staring at him through bleary eyes, Naminè watched as he tilted his head to the side, smiling.

"Time for your punishment, Naminè."

She shut her eyes tightly and prayed for the moment to just go by as quickly as possible. But the strange fact was, when she was tossed to the floor, when he touched her… she felt numb. She didn't really feel it. But she felt him tug at the front of her dress, trying to expose her breast. She felt his hands lingering there…why was that? It was so…real, yet she knew it was a nightmare. It was caused by fear, and the last thought that was on her mind when she slipped into slumber. Now, however, everything was seemingly so real, so real it scared her. She let out a soft exclamation as she forced her eyes open, jumping back to consciousness when she felt another tug at her dress.

The strange thing was… it was real.

Though, it was not the Graceful Assassin who was violating her. The bare truth sent her stomach twisting in an odd way that made her want to throw up again for the second time that day. Sapphire met emerald as she awoken from her nightmare, only to be thrown into another one. It hurt her. Why did she feel this pain? Was it the fact that it was her beloved guardian who was attempting to undress her? And how could she feel this pain? She thought Nobodies could not truly feel sadness, pity, nor happiness. Maybe they were all wrong. What was right, though, was the fact that Axel was pulling at the front of her dress, his hands nearly gripping that awkward part of her body.

She would have slapped him. Oh, how she wanted to. But the sickening thing was that her hands were trapped, for she was bound. Oh my God, it's bondage, she thought, feeling heat rising in her cheeks. So this was it then? Axel would rape her, she would be scarred for life and left here to die with seven foot long spiders and Sora would be killed? Nice. But why would Axel do such a terrible thing? She didn't know why, but she panicked. The first thing that was on her mind was this:

"HELP!!!!" she screeched at the top of her lungs, summoning as much power she could manage to muster. Maybe some odd Halloween creature would hear her and save her! Then she would be stuck here forever…Nice, again. But she was cut off; yes, cut off by the inferno who, in fact, was surprised to hear the girl screaming. He clamped her mouth shut, praying to whatever god that no one heard her cries. Naminè squirmed and stared up into his piercing eyes with bleary orbs. It couldn't be true…could it? To her horror, he leaned over her and lowered his face to hers, causing her to widen her eyes. But the scowl on his face and the words he spoke made a whole new other feeling to wash over her.

"Shut up, Nami!" he whispered harshly, confusion and relief written on his features. "You're tangled in this freaking damn spider web and I'm trying to help you. Now shut up!" She fluttered her eyelashes as she felt his hot breath on her face. The panic in his voice and the look on his face made her immediately relax. She breathed out through her nose and drooped her eyelids when relief flooded through her. Thankthe gods that her nightmare was merely just a nightmare. How horrible it would be if it were true…She could have cried in utter happiness, except for the fact that she remembered what Axel said: 'spider web'.

S-s-spider web?

She gazed down uncomfortably, since she was, after all, lying on the hard side walk and this red headed Nobody was crouched over her trying so desperately to tear off the sticky webs. It was not working. Why was he in such a hurry? It wasn't as if she was going to die. She wasn't claustrophobic, yet she was arachnophobic…She shuddered at the thought of the monstrous beast that caused her to faint. It was so hairy! And it was so slimy, too. When she had seen it, she slipped out of this world and into her nightmare that was so realistic. Now she was awake, with spider webs closely bound to her body.

Axel grunted as he tried ripping off a section near her feet. She couldn't help but stifle a giggle. To tell the honest truth, it was all rather funny. Well, she was stuck in a sticky situation, (ha ha…) and Axel was trying so hard to get her out of this mess. She imagined what a pedestrian would have thought if they passed by the humorous sight. She let out a muffled snort. Axel whipped his face towards her and narrowed his eyes, stopping his actions when he noticed her smile. A scowl formed on his face as he crossed his arms and huffed.

"What's so damn funny?" She smiled wider.

"You."

"Well, it's not funny! I'm trying so damn hard and here you are taking this lightly! You know I had to scare off three demon possessed bastards to save you? Freaking sons of bitches…" Axel rambled as he threw his hands in the air. He was losing his temper, which wasn't a surprise…Seriously, he wasn't red headed for nothing. And fire…well, enough said. The man continued: "And I thought you were dying of poison! I was trying to get you out so you wouldn't die!" Naminè's smile disappeared as the words hit her. A solemn expression darkened her face as she furrowed her eyebrows.

He…cared for her? No, that wasn't possible, was it? After all, he probably just didn't want her to die because he wanted her to join with Kairi. Yes, that was it. Of course. Again, she was running away with her foolish ponderings. She watched him listlessly as he tore off a tiny piece of spider web and began to fiddle with it in his long fingers. She was rather itchy in this web, so maybe he should hurry up…But she took an interest in his useless play and stared as he twisted it and stretched it. It was durable, that was for sure. He then placed it on the payment next to her figure and gazed at it for a few seconds. Suddenly, a tiny spark of a flame erupted and swallowed the sticky substance in red fire. Quickly it died down, leaving nothing but black dust in its place.

Axel mischievously glanced up at her and grinned.

"I have an idea…"

Dread crept through her empty chest as the same thought entered her mind. Her eyes widened and she frowned, barely opening her mouth in shock. Before she could speak, though, he rose up on his feet and balanced himself, straightening his stance. Clearing his throat, he stretched out his arms and smirked, cracking his knuckles as he weaved his fingers together and flexed. Naminè's frown only deepened even more as he rubbed his hands together and looked down at her with a mysterious glint in his green orbs.

"Time to get hot," he jested, half-kiddingly. Naminè immediately squinted her eyes shut and whimpered. Sure, she trusted him, but she had her doubts. Could he control fire skillfully? Well, he should, for he was the wielder of flames. He could handle flames like an expert! Why, when she was in Castle Oblivion, he showed off to Larxene and Marluxia, and sometimes even her. He was so…proud of himself, wasn't he? Catching her attention, Axel reached out and extended his right hand with a hidden smile. She closed her eyes again.

She felt the flames suddenly engulf her body, casting her into a momentary lapse of Hell. So…this was what Hell was like, right? Excruciating pain caused by fire, burning every inch of a person's body. But it ceased all of the sudden. The pain stopped and the girl dared to open her eyes. She looked down at herself and noticed her body was now covered with a blanket of ash. But her skin…it was not affected at all. In wonder, she glanced up at the man who had freed her from her entrapment with a prepared smile, but she frowned.

Axel was on his knees and holding onto his waist that even Naminè thought was extremely thin. He breathed unevenly and slowly raised his gaze up to meet hers. Why was he so tired? She sat up, feeling a couple of cracks in her spinal cord and the ash whispered through the wind that softly blew in the streets every now and then. She didn't care if she was dusty or dirty. Not now.

Come to think of it, it was possibly a huge deal of work…Having to control fire like that was scarce. It was his gift, but never did she think that he could control it like that. She didn't have an inch of burnt skin! But the entire spider web had disappeared and turned into crusty black ash. She bashfully gulped as she crawled towards Axel with a hint of a smile on her face. He looked so pitiful, all weak and tired. He sure did need this vacation. Carefully, Naminè reached forward and touched his shaking shoulder.

"Axel?"

He started and quickly glanced up at her with suspicion knitted through his brow. His held his breath, or at least she thought he did; she couldn't hear him panting anymore. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, barely a hint. Naminè paused as well, realizing how much care she had laced in her voice as she spoke his name sweetly. It was strange; almost foreign to her tongue as she whispered his name. She swallowed thickly as she gazed back at Axel.

"Yeah, Nami?" he jested playfully, with an edge of tiredness to his voice. The memory witch let in a sharp breath and stuck out her chin. She bore her eyes into his as his sides continued to heave. She would have looked away, blush, and look back. But she didn't. Instead, she stared.

She didn't have time to think about how empty his eyes were, for he now stood on his feet and staggered a single step forward. Naminè still sat on the ground with her knees under her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. Painfully, Axel clutched onto his stomach and winced, letting out a small moan. The thought of Axel hurt because of her made her guilty to the pit of her stomach. Heat rose in her cheeks and she felt her ears blush, if they could. Her ears were warm…that must mean that they were red, too. Naminè shook it off as she looked up at Axel with hope in her huge eyes. He clung onto his stomach again and whimpered.

"God, I'm so hungry!" The hope, despair, and guilt immediately vanished as Naminè scowled and stood up on her own feet. Relief was only a twinge tugging at the emptiness in her chest whilst anger and determination was dominant. How dare he scare her like that?!

"I thought you were dying!" she exclaimed, furious at the red head in front of her who towered over her at least a foot. He managed to grin cheerfully down at her and rub the back of his head. She felt uncomfortable as he leaned forward, only three inches from her.

"Baby, I wouldn't die after doing a stunt as easy as that. Though every time I do that stunt, I get these damn cravings…Besides, I'm too hot to die," he brightly smiled and perched his hands on his hips, taking in the fact that the girl was worried for him. It gave him a sense of pride. However, Naminè was going through the exact opposite. Her mouth fell open and she scrunched up her face again. What…what an arrogant jerk! Here she was concerned for him, thinking that it was all her fault that he was dying, and all it was were hunger pains? Great. She shoved him away with a swift movement of her hand, now copying his actions of resting her fists on her hips. Axel only arched an eyebrow.

"Fine, fine, I see. But I'm still so hungry! And I don't think I'd eat any of the food they serve here," he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "Well, before we go on with our little chat…" Axel demonstrated his point by extending his hand out and summoning a dark portal. Naminè sent him a glare, slightly curious as to why on earth he was creating a portal. But she was soon answered when Axel withdrew his hand from the portal and held in his hand…sea salt ice cream. The portal disappeared and he began enjoying his treat, making a gesture with his free hand towards the witch. Naminè scoffed lightly.

"I'm serious, Axel," she caught his full attention by merely stating his name. He watched her as he licked away at the salty ice cream. "Please don't do that again. I don't want to stress about you getting hurt. I'm already stressed out about Kairi and Sora. All right?" she quipped curtly with an emotionless expression. Axel nodded simply once and smirked.

"Aw, does Nami have a crush on me?" he joked without an edge of seriousness at all. He cocked his head to the side and allowed his smile to broaden. Naminè didn't smile back. A minute passed before Axel got the message and sighed. Half finished with his ice cream, he threw it over his shoulder and shrugged, bowing his head and letting out a soft exhale of breath. The sound of a loud 'thwump' and a cat yowling didn't even phase him.

"Sure. Let's go," he held out his left hand towards her and waited. Naminè skeptically stared at it, examining the leather of his glove and how long his fingers were. She sometimes wished that he a bit more serious with his work and his jokes. But that was what she liked so much about him; he took things easily and tried to make humor, even if times were extremely tough. Sure, he had a lot on his mind lately and even lost his temper with her, but he seemed so positive other times. She simpered and placed her small hand in his.

Axel made a 'hmph' sound in his throat and began making his way down the alley with the girl holding his hand. Together they strolled casually, not passing any words. Gradually, he slid his hand out of hers and crossed his arms, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. The girl bit her lip when he removed his hand from hers. No, they weren't friends. He was just a guardian. So why was she so disappointed? She was the only one who liked him, and there was no way he admired her at all. So why was she offended? She thought that she accepted that fact.

As they exited the alley way, Naminè lifted her eyes up and halted. She seemed to remember this place…It was in a picture she drew from Sora's memories. But never has she thought that she would actually go to the place. It was a town square, with buildings bordering it and a large gate looming ahead. What drew her utmost attention was the huge fountain in the center of the courtyard. It was dreadful…The water was…green. She gulped silently and turned towards Axel, who was stilling gently stroking his sharp chin. Hastily, he averted his gaze from the sky to her.

"You know, speaking of demon possession…" he murmured. Naminè started.

"Were we talking about demon possession?" She asked timidly and blinked rapidly. She wasn't sure what brought up the random topic. Yes, he did mention about demon possessed kids earlier, but that was, at the least, ten minutes ago. He truly did have a unique personality. Naminè couldn't help but let a small smile grace her pale lips. But Axel didn't catch the humorous sign as he looked ahead towards the fountain.

"No, we weren't talking about it," he said. "But I was thinking about it…this place sure could use an exorcism…" he mumbled now, seemingly talking to himself. What? Even the great, never-fear Axel was afraid of the place? This was rich. She thought he was positively glorious when it came to courage. Apparently he was just as a Nobody as she was. She withheld a laugh as she glanced back at him. The two began to walk again, only this time towards the fountain. Of course, it was interesting, despite the color of the water…and there was a sculpture of a creature on it, so it was even more intriguing.

"Why does it?" she replied light heartedly. She held her head high as she doubtfully cast a quick glance over her shoulder, hoping that nothing was following her.

"This place has seven foot spiders, demonic children…All we need now are talking skeletons!"

All of the sudden, for some strange reason that made no sense in this world, the green substance in the fountain began to bubble uncontrollably, causing Naminè and Axel to take a step back in unexpected fear. The girl's face transformed from worry to curiosity whilst the red headed Nobody beside her arched an eyebrow as they watched, waiting for the water to subside. Finally it did, allowing small rings of ripples to extend across the glassy surface. Axel stepped towards the fountain with the girl copying his actions as they leaned over the edge of the brick monument.

"Well…that was interesting," Axel scratched his chin, his eyes locked onto the area of activity. "You know, for a moment, I was half-expecting an actual-"

He was cut off. Yes, cut off by a creature leaping from the depths of the murky water and onto the edge of the fountain. It released a horrid ear-piercing shrill, causing the memory witch to automatically jump into the pyro's arms, making his normal response to spring backwards in surprise from the whole ordeal. The creature, covered from head to toe in an olive colored slime and black seaweed resembling plants, unleashed another loud shriek, which resulted with the girl clinging desperately onto Axel's neck and screaming fearfully in his ear.

"Gah!" he yelped, frustration overcoming the shock. He held the girl after she had pounced on him, since it was the gentlemanly way to do. His eyes, which were locked onto the strange monster, darted to the girl's horror stricken face and back to the creature. The creature had stopped its foul screeching and had straightened its position, gazing at the still-bawling Naminè in Axel's grip. Its head tilted to the side as the red head grimaced and gritted his teeth.

To Axel's utter surprise, the thing spoke.

"Was I really that scary?"

Naminè ceased all noises and blinked as she glared up at the thing standing tall before them.

It was incredibly thin; in fact, almost stick thin. Its limbs were like twigs as they hung by the creature's sides. They rose up to remove a black mass of swamp plants and excess slime from its face to reveal some sort of countenance that resembled a smiling skull with huge, empty eyes. Naminè almost gasped as she recognized the character from Sora's memories. It was somewhat odd that she only remembered a few people from the mind of the keyblade master and not other, less important ones. But this character, she knew, was a friend of Sora's. Unfortunately, Axel was unaware that Jack was not a bloodthirsty villain.

"Holy shit! This place does have talking skeletons!" Axel's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized his prediction came true; this world beheld the horrors of intelligent skeletal structures. A surge of protectiveness overwhelmed him as he allowed the girl in his arms to be released so that he would be able to stand in front of her, a bold move in the art of protective…ness. He glowered at the terrible creature and he held up his arms, extended his index fingers so that they met in a sign similar to that of a religious cross.

"Be gone, thing of Satan!" the words bellowed from his mouth, though it did not affect the beast in the least bit.

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The moonlit graveyard was filled with the sweetness of her presence as she sat cross legged at the base of the hill. A pumpkin was cradled between her knees as she fished out pumpkin juice and seeds, neglecting the substance and leaving it in a pile beside her. A small carving knife retrieved from the scientist and given to her by Jack rested at her feet to be used. Its sharp tip had pricked her finger more than once while she had cut the top of the pumpkin to create a lid, but she didn't mind. She had also taken some anti-venom that was forced down her throat by the red headed Nobody who wanted to be one hundred percent sure that she was not poisoned. She wasn't, she knew this, but she took the medicine anyway to make her guardian secure about her life. After all, she needed to live in order to make Kairi whole. And that was what was important to Axel.

The girl was oblivious to the fact that someone was watching her from above. Axel stared down at her as he was perched on top of the hill, which was curved in the most peculiar way indeed. His acid green eyes rested on her figure and he mentally thanked goodness that her head was bowed as she concentrated on her intriguing project. Beams of silver met her blonde tendrils and made a shining halo for the angel in the cemetery and he admitted to himself that he admired her image.

Yes, he thought she was beautiful.

He had always thought she was, ever since she came to existence as a Nobody. Her pallid white skin, her golden hair, and her bright sapphire eyes were absolutely wonderful. Her smile, though, was positively kind and gentle. But she didn't smile anymore, not since these happenings with Sora.

Did she love Sora? Did she love Roxas? Did she love him? It was all confusing…but she must have admired him somewhat at sometime during their stay at Castle Oblivion; why else would she draw that picture? But then, why was she so concerned about the keyblade master and his Nobody? She was Roxas' girl, right? He thought he had accepted that. It was understandable, yes, except for the fact that she drew that picture of the red headed pyro. He wanted to know what she felt. It wouldn't even matter, however, since he, of course, could not feel. But if not, how could he not stand to see her hurt? How could he be so…protective of her?

He thought back on the earlier events of that day. It was a mere few hours prior to the present, and he sheepishly grinned in good humor as he remembered how idiotic he was. He had thrown himself in front of the memory witch to guard her from the terrors of the frightening monster. Turned out that Jack, the freaking king of Halloween Town, was not so horrible. In fact, he was impossibly nice and good mannered, unlike Axel. Sure, Jack Skellington was slightly offended by Axel's debate on whether he was some demon possessed creature or not. Poor guy.

Of course he didn't love her; he didn't think he did. But she was a cute kid, and he felt the need to be her guardian through the dangers of life. She annoyed him sometimes, but other times he enjoyed her company. It all did not matter in the least bit, for she would be joined together with Kairi and finally be happy.

Yes, happy. She would be happy to be away from the troubles of her current life. Would she remember him if she was together with Kairi again? Would Kairi know?

Why the hell was he so focused on this dilemma?! The only thing that was important was Axel finding Kairi, have her and Naminè join, and save Sora, and he himself would try to save Sora as well. The main reason for that, however, was that Roxas was inside the keyblade master. He was his best friend, and he felt like he actually had a heart when he was around him.

He felt the same way when he around this girl. Not that he could actually feel, but it was if he did.

Axel's eyes flickered momentarily when his mind brought back the memory of an event that made him sure of his conclusion. It was a year ago, and he himself could not bring himself to understand what he went through that day.

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His strength and will power was scarcely enough for him to fight this battle. He had to stop this demon, this Graceful Assassin, before it was too late. He grunted as he thrust his chakrams towards the brunette leader of Castle Oblivion, who simply blocked the attack by using his scythe to counter the hostile move. The deadly weapons flew back to the red headed Nobody's grip, and he prepared himself for another move.

What the Lord of Oblivion did next threw the Flurry of the Dancing Flames off with unexpected dread.

He smirked maliciously at the younger Nobody as he outstretched his left arm and summoned a dark portal of shadow, causing Axel to quirk an eyebrow with curiosity. As the darkness subsided, the red headed man froze in his attack position, a crouch with his body tense and ready to spring forward with full force. He stopped himself when he caught sight of the prisoner standing in front of Marluxia.

Her eyes glimmered with fear with her hands held at her mouth, and her figure tremored violently. Marluxia's hand rested on top of her blonde head and his scythe hung lazily to his side as he awaited Axel's reply to this utter madness. Axel stood there for a moment, still, but quickly regained his countenance and straightened his stance. He forced a small smirk and a throaty half-hearted snort, masking his true thoughts from the Graceful Assassin.

If only he knew…

If only he knew what rage welled up inside the pyromaniac. If only he knew how pissed off he was and how much he wanted to cut Marluxia's head off and burn his brains out after kicking his ass. If only he knew what surge of remorse and concern Axel was experiencing. But he had to cover it up; if he knew that the witch was a weakness, he could easily defeat him.

But what could he do? He had to help Sora, but part of him was screaming at him: "Stop him! Help her!" But he couldn't. Should he give up the future of their world for this girl? Was she worth it? He wasn't sure. But he had to make a fast decision…

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Should he have done what he did? He stated that he would have plowed through her and tossed her helpless body aside, just so that he could slaughter the assassin. But he didn't have to. But now that he had said that and her presence was there to witness the remark, he knew that she must have felt as if he hated her enough to kill her. But he didn't. Axel often regretted his choice, but he didn't linger on the subject in his mind when he did think of it. He didn't worry about it as much as he probably should have. She possibly despised him now because of that event.

But it was hard, you see? It was difficult to see his girl being put up as a shield, to be used against. When Marluxia felt threatened, he used the girl as a defense. He cowered behind her like the bastard he was. He knew what Axel thought of her. Axel had spent the most time watching the witch. The leader of Oblivion had found Naminè's picture of the lanky Nobody and he was angry with her, therefore he punished her. He knew what she thought of Axel. He knew a lot of things, but now the dick was destroyed. But he remembered those moments as if it was yesterday…

His ponderings were interrupted abruptly as an orange object was practically shoved in his face with haste and impatience. He jumped, startled by the sudden movement until he caught the glimpse of the blushing girl. In her hands was a medium sized pumpkin with a grinning face carved into its thick skin. He had to confess that the kid did a pretty damn good job with the limited time they had. Axel met Naminè's cerulean gaze and sent her a kind smile. She returned it with a perky simper of her own.

Then her mouth opened and formed those words he dreaded:

"I want to see Santa."

So, take her to see Santa, Axel! It isn't that hard, is it?

Think again.

Note: The title of this chapter means 'Weakness', since, well, you know. Naminè is sort of like Axel's weakness? Okay, never mind…

Note II: Yes, I have it where Axel already admires her, as well as vice versa. I have a certain timeline to work with, and Axel and Naminè falling in love in three to five days? No. So I have it already at the mid-point of that whole ordeal, hoping to explain their admiration for each other by using past events of the story. If that makes any sense…O.o Just ask me in a review if you're confused, and I will do my best to explain it to you thoroughly.

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