Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Kingdom Hearts Universe. I am not writing this for a profit. I am writing this to express my love for the game, the characters, and to deepen my writing abilities.
A/N: I wanted to write something with Namine involved, most specifically, focusing on not only her but how she affected this possible pairing, and regretting doing so. I'm hoping that this came out successfully in the RikuxKairixSora pairing. XD I was trying to think outside of the box. Please tell me what you think. Thank you for reading and if you review/fav/etc more thanks to you!
Dine 'N Dash – A collection of RikuxKairixSora drabbles
By Tat
Theme: #3 Derivative
Food: #16 Soy
Pale fingers pressed against a pencil, holding it upright to brush the lead against the sandy sketch pad. Her blue eyes glazed, connecting the lines and curves on paper, daydreaming fondly about two of her three drawn subjects. The three figures sketched out, she began to give them individual features. Two figures, one on the left and the one on the right were boys. One of them had long hair to his shoulders, the bangs nearly dipping into his vision, and wore a slightly muscular build in his arms. Compared to the long haired one's build, the spiky haired boy was a shrimp. His muscles were not as noticeable and he was a foot or so shorter. Namine wouldn't be surprised if he was the same height as her.
She brought her attention to the figure in the middle, giving it feminine cures and almond shaped eyes framed with soft lashes. She smiled faintly, but for a brief moment. A gloved hand perched on Namine's shoulder, causing her "heart" to jolt. Her muscles tightened, unsure of who it was, silently hoping it wasn't Marxlura or Larxene. The person behind her drew in a heavy breath, and tapped his fingers on her shoulder. Namine's composure relaxed, only Demyx would use this gesture.
"I brought you a snack." Demyx handed her an unopened container of soymilk.
The blonde graciously accepted the beverage, and whispered, "thank you."
Demyx shrugged, not daring to reply, "You're welcome" after being caught last time. He spun on his heels in leave, hands in pockets, but paused, looking at her current art project from the corner of his eye. "You know . . . you can't be her."
Namine paused in mid-sip, eyes directed at her sketchpad. Her thoughts grew heavy with guilt and she chugged her soymilk quickly, as if it were alcoholic and possible to make her sway the guilt for a few hours. She knew replacing Kairi was wrong, an even more knave deed than what she was originally forced into. Her empty container of soy milk lay in her hands, luminous blue eyes boring into the drawing. "I'm that pathetic. They're right." She concluded, set the container at her feet, and picked up her sketch pad. She aimed the eraser end over the girl in the middle's hair and rubbed all evidence of her self insertion away. Her fingers twirled, now pointing the lead toward the girl, this time granting the image of a person whose hair was cut in a layered bob, and lips adorned with a wide grin.
"You're a very lucky somebody." Crisp droplets formed in her eyes, and sprinkled the threesome.