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I don't know what I should be more afraid of; the fact that I just recovered from fainting, or Roxas's two eyes staring daggers right into me. I don't think Sora even noticed the expression Roxas was giving us, for he just had naïve welcoming smile towards him. Something tells me this wasn't going to be a very pleasant visit.
"What're you doing here?" I tried to ask as casual as possible.
His expression never changed, although his hand was no longer a closed fist. "Well, you never called back like you said you would. I was kind of worried, so I wanted to make sure you were alright." His eyes now focused just on Sora. "But I guess it's understandable, with you having company and all."
Sora let me out of his grasp and moved happily over to Roxas. He put his hand out in front him, waiting for him to do the same. "Hey there! My name's Sora. You're a friend of Naminé's, right? Well, a friend of her's is a friend of mine!"
Roxas merely grumbled at his friendly gesture. I knew how his temper could be, so I had to distract him somehow. "U-Um, won't you have a seat, Roxas?" My smile must have been way over the top, for he just rolled his eyes and slowly moved towards the couch without taking a second glance at Sora.
I pulled Sora aside so Roxas couldn't hear me. "Hey, why don't you head over to a different room, okay?"
He had a quizzical expression upon his face. "Why? I think Roxas really likes me!" He then smiled big as he turned his attention to him. Poor Sora, I thought, he can't even sense Roxas's obvious hatred towards him.
"I think it's best that I talk to him with just us in the room. He probably wants an explanation for all of this." He continued to grin, still clueless to the entire situation. I sighed softly. "Please understand."
After actually looking into my eyes, he finally understood. He nodded his head briefly and headed for the next room without another word. His stride was so graceful and constant in footsteps, each foot moving in rhythm. I wonder if he even realizes the impact he has on me with every step he takes. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of those thoughts. Now is not the time, Naminé, focus.
I now gazed upon Roxas, who wasn't looking at me or Sora. His eyes were glued to my window, lost in his own thoughts. It's not the first time I've seen him this way, it's just his way of showing that he's upset. I took in a deep breath and made my way to where he was sitting. I sat on the couch gently, barely putting pressure on it. I looked at him, but he continued to look the opposite direction. My eyes traveled down to my hands, which were folded across my lap.
"I guess we need to talk, huh?"
"Really?" He said sarcastically. I hate when he uses his sarcasm on me, it makes me feel like such an idiot, a pathetic person who can't defend herself. I can't look at him, not like this.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you when I said I would. It was irresponsible of me."
I could feel his body shift to face me. He sighed softly. "Don't apologize like that, like I'm your dad or something. That's not even why I'm upset." I looked into his eyes, trying to find a solution for all of this. I know that's not why he's angry, but it's not like I can tell the truth about Sora and why he's here, Roxas would never understand, would never believe me.
There was a great silence between us for quite some time before I began to speak again. "I really wish I could tell you everything that's going on, but I just can't."
His face turned away from me, now looking towards the floor. His hands formed fists, starting to shake with a growing anger. "We're best friends, aren't we?"
"…Yes."
His right fist banged against the side of the couch. "Then why can't you tell me? Why do you have to shut away everything from me?"
I jolted off the couch from the sudden change in his voice. I've never seen him get like this, at least not with me. "You know I can tell you anything, but this is just something that's between Sora and me."
That wasn't the greatest way to word that statement. Roxas now stood in front of me, our noses almost touching. I tried backing away from him, but he kept getting closer. I cringed slightly once I backed into the wall. He placed his hands above my shoulders, his body hovering against mine. There was no escaping this.
"I need to know, Naminé. You owe me that much." My eyes looked away from his and sifted the door to the room that Sora was in. "Damn it, Naminé!"
As much as I hated when I did this, I couldn't stop my eyes from swelling up with tears. They weren't because I was scared or angry at Roxas, but because of the fact that I couldn't tell him about Sora, that I couldn't be completely honest with him. I've never kept anything from him, ever.
"Nami… I…" His voice was soft and gentle, it completely transitioned in tone. Roxas's hand was reaching toward my face, but his action was interrupted when Sora came bursting out of the room.
"What's going on here?" Sora said with a concerned look on his face.
We all just stood their awkwardly for a second before Roxas spoke up again. "Never mind, just… just forget it!" He trotted toward the door, his gaze never leaving the floor.
"Roxas, wai-" Before I could finish my sentence, he was out of my apartment and slammed the door behind him. All I could do was just stare at the door, its slam still ringing in my ears. Roxas's saddened expression clouded my mind, guilt overflowing through me.
"Naminé? Naminé!" Sora's constant calling of my name finally snapped me out of it. It didn't last long though; I can never forgive myself for not telling Roxas the truth.
"I think I'm going to go for a walk." I don't even care what time it is or if Sora was the least bit concerned for me; I just need to get out of this apartment. Before my hand grabbed the doorknob, Sora clutched my shoulder, stopping me from going any further.
"Are you okay? Do you even realize how late it is?" I could tell that he was worried, but it doesn't matter. He can't keep me from getting out of here.
"Let me go, Sora. I need this… please." Without hesitation, he let go of my shoulder.
I was half way out the door when he said, "Be careful." I looked back at him. His eyes were such a deep remorse that made a part of me to not go outside, to stay with him. But I need to leave this place, I thought, even if it's just for ten minutes. I nodded, gave him a reassuring smile, and gently closed the door behind me.
