Title: The Boy in White

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II

Characters: Naminé, Roxas

Table: #1

Prompt: #27 – Reverse

Word Count: 965

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Roxas, Naminé, a role-reversal, and the color white.

Author's Notes: My internet was broken for around two weeks T.T Sorry about that guys. However, I decided to come back with an eye-popper. You would not believe how fun it was for me to write this. The idea came from…come on Naminé wears all white. What's all white? A wedding dress! So cheesy/corny/fluffy. I think I just overdosed on fluff XD

Roxas sat in his white room and painted. He painted many things, pictures of an island far off which he knew but did not know and pictures of a red-haired girl who seemed to be important to him. Each day, he would pick up his paints and spread them out in an orderly line on the table. Each day, he would paint on a huge sketchbook canvas supported on a stand. Each day he would get a little bit lonelier and a little bit sadder.

Marluxia came and talked to him. He told him that a new girl would be joining the Organization and that under no circumstances would he be able to take a peek at her.

"What's her name?" Roxas had asked quietly, dabbing his paintbrush in a deep blue color for the ocean.

Marluxia's lips had curled up into a cold sneer. "Her name is Naminé, and she is not to be trifled with. Continue to focus on your task of rearranging Kairi's memories."

Roxas had murmured something noncommittal and went back to painting over Kairi's real memories. He was not that boy, Sora. He was not him. He was Roxas…at least he thought he was. The charm that Kairi had given him…no Sora…weighed heavily in his pocket even though it was an illusion, and he was ticking down the days until Kairi would arrive. Would she even realize that he wasn't the real thing?

Sora wore dark, earthy colors that symbolized living and breathing. Roxas wore white. He wore a white jacket and white pants. Even the zipper on his jacket was white. He blended in perfectly with the background of his room, all white.

"Roxas."

Roxas looked up from his painting and met clear blue eyes. Suddenly, it felt like he stopped breathing. His paintbrush clattered to the ground, staining it a bright red. This girl…He felt like he had known her for eons yet he had never met her before. "Naminé," he breathed, for he knew that was her name. "I wanted to meet you at least once."

Naminé smiled, moving forward to stand by Roxas. "What are you painting?" she asked, putting a hand delicately on his shoulder.

"Kairi," Roxas answered truthfully and then bit his lip as a series of expressions crossed Naminé's face. He had forgotten out of his excitement to finally catch a glimpse of her. She was Kairi's Nobody, but she did not know that. He did though, and it pained him to see those expressions cross her face. "They told me I wasn't allowed to see you," he finally said.

A wry smile played on Naminé's face. "I'm not, but I've never been the type of person to follow the rules."

A dark portal appeared in the room, and Roxas stiffened before relaxing when he saw it was only Axel. Axel was the Organization member who acted most human to him. There were some times when he slipped up, but mostly Axel was kind in his own way. However, Axel was also volatile, and that scared Roxas. He had to watch what he said and did around the Organization member.

"Hey, I was looking for you," Axel said to Naminé, frowning slightly. "You know—"

"I know. I know," Naminé said, looking fondly at the boy beside her. Roxas felt an inexplicable surge of anger. He wanted Naminé to look like that at him! Then, Naminé looked at him with a completely different expression, and Roxas' anger melted.

"It's time to go Naminé," Axel said, grabbing the girl's arm. She swatted playfully at him, and they both shared a laugh. However, Axel did open a dark portal and prodded Naminé in front of him.

"Bye Naminé," Roxas stated quietly from where he was sitting. He had picked up his paintbrush and went back to painting Kairi with a slight frown on his face and a tangle in his stomach.

Naminé laughed, turning around to wave goodbye to Roxas. "Don't worry, Roxas. I'll come and visit sometime soon." There was a shimmer in her hand as she summoned her Keyblade. It was white like the room but seemed to be fitting for the young girl. It complimented her. Saluting Roxas with her Keyblade, she turned and raced through the portal with Axel following her and grumbling, "We're late for the mission now."

Roxas couldn't help but imagine Naminé in white. He smiled as he brought out a yellow tube of paint and spread some out on his painting, covering the red. He smiled as he watched the painting transform. At parts, the red tried to shine through but was ultimately dampened by the yellow. He lightened the yellow with some white and began to feel something strange starting from his toes and rising to his head. "Naminé," he whispered, painting in the blue of her eyes. "Naminé." He painted her in a white dress with a sash around her waist and the bottom of the dress trailing the floor elegantly. "Namine." He swished on a gold color to show her highlights. "Naminé…"

He dabbed his paint in the brown and finished off the painting, laughing slightly at how cruel his mind was. He laughed at how his imagination ran wild, and he laughed at how he was going to dream this painting into life that night. Then the tears began to fall, and he carefully set away the picture to dry before hurrying to return to his work before Marluxia came and found what he had painted… Naminé in a wedding dress at the altar, standing with a brilliant smile beside him…Roxas!

"Naminé," he said quietly, dabbing into the fierce red paint again, "I want to see you in white."

The unspoken words hung in the air heavily.

"Naminé, I want to marry you…"