Notes: I am so sorry I took so freakin' long to update this chapter! DX I was having writers block for the longest time and when an idea finally popped in my mind, I forgot it the next morning. Ugh, that's still no excuse as to why I haven't updated until now. I hope you will forgive me!! v.v But I do hope you enjoy this chapter, even though it's rather short. Frankly I don't really care for it since I did rush in some places, but hopefully you will find this at least somewhat enjoyable.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters. All rights go to their respective owners


Silence. Complete and utter silence. That's what it was like in my home every day. The only sounds to be heard were the coffee maker broiling de-café and an occasional wind that gently blew through an open kitchen window. The atmosphere that filled my small apartment was empty, and somehow cold. I'm used to the feeling of being alone. After all, it's the way it's always been. But a hyper-active, gregarious living drawing of a boy, is something that I could never adapt to.

I woke up this morning without expecting the unusual. Eat a simple breakfast and just paint the day away. Nothing special but still met my expectations. No, when I stepped out of my bedroom, I was greeted with an oh too familiar loud voice.

"You're finally awake!" The bundle of joy came charging for me, with his brown spikes bouncing with his swift movement. His bear hug was so overwhelming that he practically lifted me off of my feet.

"Sora… put me down… I-I can't breathe," I said, struggling to get the words out. He released his tight grip on my small waist and I desperately gasped for air. He towered over me and began to laugh.

"You'll be fine!" He said as he patted my back. He's much stronger than what he appears to be. "So what are your plans for the day? Shopping? Go to an amusement park? Or maybe-"

"Um, how about breakfast?" I had to interrupt him; his rant was going to go on forever if I didn't say something. When did he get so hyper?

"Of course, the most important meal of the day! Don't worry, I'm already on it!" Just as he said those words, the buzzer went berserk. Sora looked back at me and made that goofy smile.

"Sora, you didn't have to prepare breakfast."

"Yes, but I wanted to." With that he made his way to the kitchen and turned off the timer. As I entered the room, the smell of scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, and pancakes encompassed around me. I couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh and Sora let out a small chuckle.

"Please take a seat, Naminé." I did as I was told but I still felt a little awkward. I should be the one making breakfast, but then again, I never really was the best at cooking. He placed a plate stacked with flapjacks, six pieces of crispy bacon, and super scrambled eggs in front of me. My eyes widened at such a large amount that I had to eat.

"This looks really delicious, but I don't think I could possibly eat all of it." I said feeling a bit disappointed in myself. He made me such a wonderful meal and yet I can't eat all of it. Sora simply smiled and cocked an eyebrow.

"You can always put the leftovers in the fridge, Nami."

"Nami?"

"Yeah, I just thought of it. You don't like it?" He said as he took a seat next to me.

I flinched and looked up at him. "It's not that I don't like it, it's just… Roxas gave me the same nickname when we were kids. It just kind of startled me when you said it."

"Hmm…" Sora said as he ruffled my hair, "you think too much."

"Y-Yeah, I guess you're right." I looked at the endless pile of pancakes and I gulped so loudly that I think Sora heard me, because as soon as I did, he began to laugh and I gave him an annoyed look. As I took my first bite, I swore I was in heaven. Without even thinking I ate the enter plate full of food. I don't care that my stomach ached, it was worth it.

"I'm guessing you liked it?"

"Oh yes, it was very good. Better than what I could have done, I'm a horrible cook," I said and faked laughed at the ending of that last sentence.

"Hey if I had a stomach, I would eat anything you made and love it, no matter what." That reminded me, I still had so many questions to ask him. How could something so obscure look and act so lively? I cleared my throat and readied myself for the complicated answers that were sure to come.

"U-Um, do you mind if I ask you a couple things?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"Not at all, ask away," he said as he straightened up, knowing that this was going to be important.

"It's about the pastels… I need some answers. You must know something, right?" I looked straight into his blue eyes, the intensity growing between us. His blue orbs that usually sparked and danced now dulled and focused on me, as if trying to read me. His eyes saddened and trailed off to stare at the floor.

"I'm sorry, Naminé, but I really don't know any more than you do."

"C'mon Sora, there has to be something that you know." He closed his eyes and his face stiffened, thinking hard on something, anything, he could tell me. After a few moments his expression relaxed and his eyelids slightly parted.

"There are some difficulties with drawings sketched with those pastels… if I could only remember. If I come in contact with this certain something, I'll be gone… forever." He then looked back at me, sadness filled in his blue orbs.

Depression soon elapsed in me as well. I mean, I hardly knew the guy and yet, him disappearing would be like losing a precious friend. Sure he has boundless energy stored inside him and can be clueless, but he's very caring and wouldn't want to hurt anyone. I let out a long sigh and looked deep into his eyes.

"There is something else I have to ask you." He shook his body a little, as if to shake off his sudden grief and smiled and shook his head to let me continue. "If you don't have a stomach that makes you hungry and you don't sleep, how is it that you have a beating heart?"

His eyes slightly widened in astonishment and light pink covered the top part of his cheeks. His right hand rubbed the back of his neck and his gaze looked up to the ceiling, looking embarrassed. He paused for a moment to ponder over my question and looked at me once more.

"Well, um, you know how the pastels work. If you put your heart into what you're drawing, it comes to life, right?" I could only nod at his statement, and with that he continued his explanation. As he took in another deep breath, his cheeks brightened even more. I couldn't help but giggle silently to myself. Boys just look so cute when they blush.

"When you drew me, a piece of you was given to me. You put your soul into sketching me, and that's what gave me a heart." Sora still didn't look at me as his eyes were still focused upward, though his cheeks returned to its normal coloration.

My whole body grew tense. All of it just didn't make any sense, but it somehow answered the many questions that clouded my conscience mind. My eyes were still fixated on his frame, looking at every detail upon him. He looked like a person, expressed common feelings and emotions, laughed a deep chuckle all guys had, but he wasn't a guy. He was a drawing, and a drawing couldn't possibly have a heart… right? My hands began to shake and I suddenly felt very cold. My arms managed to slowly wrap themselves around me, trying to comfort my shaking stature.

"Nami, are you okay?" Sora reached his hand towards my shoulder but I quickly stood up to stay away from his touch. A drawing shouldn't try to touch me; they're supposed to be stuck in a piece of paper. It just doesn't make sense!

"I-I think I need a walk," I said as I headed for the door. My knees trembled with each swift step I took on the faded carpet. I couldn't think, I could barely speak, heck I didn't even know where I was headed to. I just needed to get out of this cramped apartment, and more importantly, this supposed figment of my imagination. I suddenly felt light headed and my hand automatically pressed against my forehead. Everything began to fade around me and my body felt as light as a feather.

"Naminé!" Two arms desperately clung to my back, almost clawing into my skin. Hot breath steamed across my face, exhaling hard and quickly. I slowly reopened my eyes and there was Sora, inches away from my face. His entire body was stretched out and close to the floor.

"Did I… faint?" I still felt uneasy as I struggled with the words to come out. He didn't reply, Sora just kept staring deeply at me. Never in my life have I seen a pair of eyes that were so full of fear and agony. Without saying a word, he helped me to my feet. There was a silence between us for a long time, and then he finally spoke.

"Are you… alright?" His stare left my face. His faced looked expressionless but his eyes said otherwise.

"I think so." Sora's hands snaked their way to my shoulders and gripped them tightly. I cringed at the pain that was now sinking in.

"Sora, s-stop! You're hurting me!" I looked up to give him a painful expression, but his seemed much worse then what I was showing. His eyes seemed watery and full of pain, emotional pain.

"Naminé, you can't… you can't scare me like that." The tears I could tell he was fighting back failed to keep stored in eyes and one streaked slowly down his right cheek. That tear, is real, isn't it? He has to be real then, right? Nothing fake could show one of the most powerful emotions… Sora has to be real!

"I'm sorry for ever doubting you," I said as I wiped the tear away from his face. As soon as my hand came in contact with his cheek, he placed his hand on top of mine. His warm touch nearly gave me goose bumps and his pulse from his thumb was soothing against my skin.

A sudden knock came from outside the door. I immediately looked towards the entrance of my apartment but Sora wouldn't let me out of his grip. "Naminé? It's me, I'm coming in." The person entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the position I was in. Shock was all over his face but soon faded into aggravation.

"Oh, um, hi… Roxas."