A/N: Hey guys! I think you might be excited to see what became of Roxas and Namine correct? Well, be patient you'll see how things are gonna go soon.

Disclaimer:

Me: So, I just wanted to say...

Zexion: ?

Me: You're super not! (I finally said it!)

Zexion: You're so noisy.
Me: Wha-? Do you hate me, Zexion? DO YOU?

Zexion: I won't if you admit that you don't own KH.

Me: but-! ...Fine, I don't own KH...

SE: DAAAMN, that was an underhanded tactic... I LIKE IT! *High-Fives Zexion *

Me: T.T

Reviews:

BlackStarGodliness: Yeah, I only write cuss words for realism, I guess. Haha, sorry. Anyway, I'm glad you liked it!

MissAudacious13: I'm glad you liked the chapter, I hope to keep people wondering what's going to happen next, so thanks for being the first!

LixalTheNobody: The kidnapper will be revealed soon...(MWAHAHAHA) And perhaps Axel will like Namine more after this chapter, or at least understand her better.

Night-the-Dragon: Cloud will find them, later... hehehe, but first, a major part of the plot must occur *insert evil laughter here *

Ern Estine 13624: I'm glad your interested, and I hope you are not disappointed.

Chapter 12

I'm Sorry

Roxas... Namine opened her eyes. Her surroundings included stone gray walls, and a single cement wall. There were no windows, and nothing else but chains that locked her in place. She lifted her head gingerly, aware of the sting she felt about her skull, where the kidnapper had hit her. That moment felt distant, and her mind was disoriented. She remembered being sorry about something. About Roxas. Pain weighed on her heart.

Ever since her parents death, Namine felt filled with rage and hatred, but had no one to direct it towards, until she found out about Roxas. She always hated the way she acted towards him, everything she did felt like it was on autopilot. In truth, she loved Roxas more than anything, even though he didn't remember their closeness.

She remembered his laugh and occasional snappy attitude. But she had taken that from him. For her own benefit. So to not be targeted by Xemnas, she ridiculed and harmed her own brother. As always, Namine felt like her soul was inside a doll, and she couldn't stop its horrible actions. She knew that didn't justify it, nothing could.

Namine slowly curled into herself, sobbing quietly, and wishing she could have told Roxas she loved him, and that she was sorry before she died. Her sobs grew louder. Why did she say what she did? Why didn't she apologize instead of telling him to shut up? Namine couldn't answer those questions herself.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed, breaking her train of thought.

"Who's there?" She asked, fear filling her.

"I see, or rather, hear you're awake." a deep voice responded, "How are you feeling?"

"Y-you criminal! D-didn't you know that kidnapping is illegal?" Namine felt shame that her voice shook.

The voice laughed, and the cement door was pushed open. "I was not your kidnapper." a man smiled and looked down at her.

For a moment she thought she recognized him, but before she could see who it really was, the man drew back. He threw a small figure into the cell and laughed, "Maybe now you two can get along." He slammed the door shut and his footsteps disappeared.

Oh no... Namine thought, i-it can't be. The figure moaned. Roxas.

~CLOUD~

Crap. Cloud skidded across the road in a sad U-turn attempt, the car behind him was honking frantically. "Crap."

"Yeah, 'crap' is right, you could have KILLED US!" Xemnas shouted, gripping his seat angrily.

"Well, you would deserve it." Cloud muttered.

"Stop being dumb, I did what I had to with Roxas." Xemnas replied.

"Did what you had to?" Cloud turned into Leon's neighborhood, "Abuse is a choice, you didn't have to do anything."

"It was his fault that his parents died, I had to give him the hell he didn't get when it happened." Xemnas returned.

"It's not your job to give anyone hell, especially since your destined to it." Cloud replied.

"I'm not destined to it, I was doing the will of God." Xemnas nodded as if reassuring himself.

"Oh, so God just called you up one night and asked you to beat the shit out of Roxas since he didn't die? God has a plan for Roxas, and this sure isn't it." Cloud said, and then fell silent, as if deaf to Xemnas's protests.

~NAMINE~

"Namine?" Roxas turned his head slowly, trying to look at her. His voice was weak.

"Shh, don't talk, you're hurt." Namine pulled off a strip of cloth from her nightgown and held it to his head, dabbing at the bloody wound there.

"Ha ha, maybe you don't hate me as much as I thought, seeing as you're playing nurse, nurse Namine." Roxas croaked humorlessly.

"I'm so sorry Roxas." Namine cried.

"Why?" Roxas asked holding himself up.

Namine blinked, had he forgotten all that she put him through? "Do you remember how I used to treat you?" she answered his question with a question.

"Of course, how could I forget?" Roxas replied.

"Well, yeah, I'm sorry about that, about everything." Namine said.

"I know." Roxas smiled as he looked up at her.

"What do you mean, 'you know'?" Namine felt confused.

"I read your diary."

"What? WHEN!?" Namine asked.

"Before you came home that day we had a screaming match." Roxas said, "Was that yesterday? Because it feels like forever ago."

"I know, it does to me too, but... why did you read it?"

"I wanted to know why you hated me so much. And that's how I found out that you didn't." Roxas smiled.

"So now it's okay?"

"Now I know." Roxas grinned at her.

Her eyes filled with tears and they spilled onto her cheeks, she wailed loudly and grabbed onto Roxas. He shifted closer to her and held her shaking form. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She chanted over and over, rocking back and forth and sobbing.

"Shh... I know, I know." Roxas murmured to her comfortingly, stroking her golden hair.

"Oh Roxas..." She clung to his shirt, "I-I want us to be brother and sister again, I-I want you to be happy again, I want to be a good person again, but I still feel it! I still feel this strong hatred, and all the cruel words and actions still move through my mind, I want it to stop!" she cried, "How do I make it stop?"

"Namine, you need to let them go." Roxas said.

"Let them go? How?"

Roxas pulled out a pen from his pocket and pulled off his shirt. He handed it to Namine, and said simply, "Draw them."

Namine's eyes widened, she hadn't drawn since her parents death, he knew that. She wordlessly accepted the pen and shirt, then she began to draw. Her pen seemed to move on its own in her grip, bringing up old memories from a long time ago.

Her father's dimple on his left cheek. Her mothers laugh lines. Their straight white teeth, their soft golden hair. Her mother's sweet blue eyes, and her father's brown ones. Even though she couldn't draw colors, she imagined them. She remembered going to the beach and the zoo, her mother's disastrous cooking, and her father the gourmet chef. She remembered school plays and getting her tonsils removed, and field trips, and family vacations, and picnics, but most of all she remembered drawing.

Drawing in art class, drawing when she was bored, sick, happy, healthy, sad, angry, frustrated. She remembered drawing random people in the park with her friends, teaching Roxas to draw, drawing, drawing, drawing. She missed the sound of pencil on paper, the smell of ink, and texture of eraser shavings. She missed drawing the same way she missed her parents, and she finally understood that she could bring their memories back through drawings, but nothing could ever make them come back.

Finally, she handed the shirt back to Roxas who smiled as a single tear fell down his cheek, "I remember." he said simply, and the room fell into silence.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but fear not! More is on the way. I hope that this suited your tastes. Stay tuned!