Disc: I own nothing and I wouldn't want it any other way. I would probably ruin the Kingdom Hearts series with my fangirl-ness.
A petite woman walked out of the rain and into her apartment building. She climbed the four stories worth of stairs as usual and reached into her purse for her keys. Her mind on the hot chocolate she would be making soon, she stepped into her apartment, number 13, unlucky like her, and heard the crackle of paper beneath her feet. Reaching down, she grabbed it and read her name in, what looked like, official lettering. She assumed it was simply a bill, stupid things not welcome in the Alcove household, and set it on the table. While the hot chocolate was heating she opened it to see how much she owed the beautiful city of Twilight Town now. She was plenty aware of her financial issue. She did not need the addition of having the cop's repo everything she owned. She opened the note. It was from Roxas. That in itself would make her smile but reading the headline, she decided that it was a good day.
"25 reasons Roxy loves Nami." She read it out loud. Nami. She detested the nickname. He decided it would be fun to give her a nickname and out of all of her normal suggestions, this one had stuck the most. The deeming of Namine had taken place years before they actually started dating. To tease him about it, she used to call him Roxy, but he never got angry with her. She hadn't done that in a long time. To think that he remembered such a far away memory made her feel all warm and happy inside. Warmth reminded her of hot. Hot reminded her of chocolate. She got up to get her drink before she continued through the list. She made a second drink. Knowing Roxas, he was probably lurking somewhere in her apartment. Most likely being a creep in her bedroom. Honestly. Why did she love him again? Oh yeah, the note, that's why. Sitting back down, she began reading.
Reason 1: Her hands always smell like paint.
It was the day before Christmas and Namine, being the fool she was, decided to make a grand gesture for her friends and make them all specialty hand painted picture frames from the slightly-kinda-maybe-somewhat famous Namine Alcove. The majority had been done. All that was left were the hardest and easiest to make. Coincidentally, they were also for her two best friends. The easy one, Kairi, would be pink and have papou fruits scattered about the edges. Ten minutes later it was done and she glared at the plain picture frame that would tomorrow be owned by Roxas, her oldest friend and newest boyfriend. She could do hearts, but that could be too mushy. She could do music notes, since he loved his guitar, probably more than her, now that she think about it, but that could not mushy enough. Really, a true conundrum.
She brooded over this for what seem like hours, but was really only minutes. The doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts, and she leapt to answer it, hoping it was Kairi or Sora, or even Riku to help her think of what to do with Roxas' gift. Unfortunately, nothing ever works out the way she wants it to and in walks Roxas. He laughs at her appearance, which could only be described as looking like a tired hobbit that just discovered paint and did not quite know how to use it. His eyes fell on the stack of picture frames and then back to her. He instantly saw exactly what she was doing. Knowingly, he smirked and went through the pile of frames and said the name for which the gift would be given too. Namine sat idly by, waiting for whatever teasing would come next. He reached the last one, declaring it was for Sora, and turned his puppy dog eyes on her.
"Nami," She grimaced. "Where is my Christmas present?" She now offered a growl. "And here I was, thinking you cared."
"Stupid. You are such a problem."
"Oh, by the way, Happy Christmas." As he said this the clock struck midnight and he left Namine wondering once again how he has such impeccable timing. She guessed radiation. It would explain a lot. She groans and he looks at her. "You know how little I care about gifts, but if you really want to give me something-"
"Stop. Stop right there. I don't need any help. I know exactly what you want."
"You have no idea." Her shoulders slumped and she looked almost on the verge of tears. "I don't need a gift. Really."
"Bull. You say that every year." He laughed at the tired and grumpy Nami. He scooped her up, much to her surprise, and brought her over to the couch. Putting in a movie, he joined her on the couch and grabbed her hand. Kissing first the palm of it and then moving to each of her fingers, he smelled the distinct smell of paint that always seemed to linger on her hands. "Weirdo, kiss it like a normal person." He laughed and put his arm around her as the opening credits rolled on the crappy 20-dollar television. By the ending credits, both Roxas and Namine were fast asleep.
They slept in that morning and drove together to Sora and Kairi's house to exchange gifts and celebrate Christmas together. By drinking. Obviously Fortunately, Roxas stayed sober. He grabbed the giggling Namine and dragged her into his truck. They headed back to her apartment and fell asleep together again on the uncomfortable couch watching yet another crappy horror film. Roxas, however stayed up a little longer to smell her hands again. He had no idea how they always smelled like paint, even when she hadn't been painting all day. He thought about soap or lotion. Too bad her 'poor girl' ways permitted her from owning anything but a bar of really cheep, unscented soap. He decided to make it his mission to find out why this strange, but wonderful, occurrence happened.
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