Title: Not Afraid to Fall
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Characters: Naminé, Roxas
Table: #1
Prompt: #30 – Fall
Word Count: 677
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Naminé, Roxas, and how he came to take her falls for her.
Author's Notes: Marluxia/Larxene both seem like the kind of person to do cruel things to Naminé, so I expanded on what they could've done to her in Castle Oblivion. T.T Poor Naminé… Luckily Roxas is there ^.^ I am not satisfied with this story. I feel like it's a horrible horrible addition, but I decided to upload it anyway. It seems a little too…weird for me? Plus the ending is weak. Bleck.
Naminé was like a leaf in autumn. Her lifeline was Roxas, and she was barely hanging on. The harsh winds were Marluxia or Larxene, and they threatened to blow her far far away from Roxas and anybody else. Therefore, Naminé clung—desperately clung—to anything that she could hold onto. It was mostly Roxas, largely her drawings, and sometimes…Sora.
Now, Naminé had nothing to cling onto—literally and figuratively. Her sandaled feet desperately churned the air as she tried to find some sort of ledge or anything. Her blue eyes were wide with terror, and her hands were clawing desperately at her throat.
Larxene was laughing—cruelly laughing—and it was echoing in Naminé's ears. One hand of hers was wrapped around Naminé's throat and dangling the poor Nobody out the window. Far far below, lesser Nobodies controlled by the Organization mulled below. They stared up at the scene with gleaming eyes, eager to see if Larxene would actually drop the girl.
"Don't hurt her too much," Marluxia drawled from his front-seat spot. "She's still needed."
"The Nobodies will catch her," Larxene cackled dismissively. "Besides, she isn't even turning blue yet." Still, Larxene loosened her grasp slightly, allowing Naminé to gasp for some well needed air.
Naminé closed her eyes, trembling as she slipped slightly. Her feet still churned in empty air, but now they were surely slowing down. Even Naminé who seemed to never have a will knew when to give up. There was no reason to try anymore, Larxene was going to let her fall, and she could do nothing about it.
"Naminé…"
The voice was nothing but a whisper, but the girl's eyes flew open anyway. She struggled now, twisting and turning to see where the voice had come from. It was so soft, barely a whisper, meant only for her. Then she caught a sight of his spiky head and felt her breath rush out of her in relief. Roxas was smart enough not to let him be seen by Larxene or Marluxia (not like they would have seen him anyway since they were so preoccupied with her), but he had come. That was the important part.
"Are you scared, Witch?" Larxene asked, loosening her grip even more. "Are you scared because you're going to fall?"
Naminé struggled for breaths as the fear coursed through her veins. Of course she was scared. She was being dangled through a window at least four stories off the ground. On the other hand, there was a strange part of her that was calm because Roxas was there, and Roxas would never let her fall, so Naminé gathered that small orb of courage she held deep within herself and whispered ever so quietly, "No."
Larxene screeched and flung Naminé away from her as if Naminé was some sort of disgusting insect which she probably was in Larxene's eyes.
And she fell, reaching blindly toward the sky. A scream ripped through her throat, and then she was caught by a pair of familiar arms. His face was covered by the black hood of the Organization coat, but Naminé knew blue eyes were there somewhere.
"Shh," he murmured, flying through the air and hitting the ground with a thud. Roxas looked toward the window, but Larxene had already abandoned it, cackling loud enough about her triumph for them to hear about it on the ground.
Naminé caught her breath on the ground, trusting Roxas to keep the lesser Nobodies away. She didn't need to be bothered or harassed anymore. Curiously, the bruises from Larxene's grip were already appearing on her neck, dark and menacing. They marred her pale skin, and Roxas found his own breath catching as he brushed back her blonde hair to get a closer look.
"Thank you, Roxas," Naminé whispered hoarsely. She leaned back against the boy's arm and finally let her eyes flutter shut.
It was at that moment Roxas swore to himself that he would never let Naminé fall again, and if he did, he swore that he would be there to catch her…always.