Some dusty old fics...
Two Naminé fics I unearthed while organizing my fic-folder. The first is from the beginning of January, this year, and the second is from the end of August.
Concrit is, as always, very very much appreciated.
Title: Never's Trinity
Rating: PG-13ish tops
Warning/s: Uh. Somewhat game spoilers. A little vague and ramble-y. Hinted one-sided Riku/Kairi.
Wordcount: 1,055
Let me tell you a little story.
Let me tell you a story about a boy, not a little boy, but a young one. He’s gawky and childlike and he always has been, always the first to laugh and the first to cry and the first to run headfirst into any adventure. But he’s the last one to leave that adventure, because he always says goodbye. Always.
Let me tell you about this boy. He ran into an adventure, and he hasn’t said goodbye to it yet. He can’t, they won’t let him, and I’ve always thought that that’s sad. Not pathetic-sad, but sorrowful-sad, because they’re growing him up, making him less childlike and less gawky, and I can almost see him becoming less him. Almost.
Let me tell you about his adventure. It’s full of monsters and pirates, warriors bold and princesses fair. It’s also got ninjas and guns and blood and sweat and boys who don’t want to fight and girls who aren’t all that nice. And one...
Don’t let me tell you about one of those girls. Don’t.
Let me tell you about his battles. He fights for his friends, he fights for people he’s met a few times, he fights for people he’s never met and never will. It isn’t that he likes fighting; I’m not sure how he feels about it. But he does it because he’s the only one who can fight some of these battles. Sometimes, he can do what an army can’t. Sometimes.
Let me tell you what he can’t do. He can’t forsake his friends. No matter what they do, to him or themselves or each other or anyone else, they’re still his friends. Sure, he’ll stop them from doing damage, or try to, but he won’t give up on them. And he’ll never, ever forget them, no matter what happens. Never.
Let me tell you what he will forget. He will forget me. He’ll forget, because I’m making him do it right now, because I gave him the choice and that’s what he picked. Because he can’t forsake one of his friends, and it was her or me. I knew he would choose that, too. His destiny lies with her, and that’s something that no one can change, no matter how much they want to. No one (not nobody).
Let me tell you about someone who tried. He was a friend of that boy’s, a childhood friend, a best friend, an almost-a-brother friend. He tried to change destiny, tried to wield a weapon that wasn’t his, tried to call a power he’d forsaken, tried to win a girl he’d already lost. He won all the childhood battles, lost all the adult ones, and figured out that he’d have to solve it on his own. Well, mostly.
Let me tell you about his penance. He traveled through a place he had fled, to a place where he was forced to confront his sins. He did so, and did it with a smirk on his face, and while others can say that’s because he’s cocky like none other (he is, actually, but I kind of like it), I think it’s because he knew. Knew that there was no way he could lose, not with his friend backing him up, in heart. And, what’s more, he was right. He won, against his sins and his past and himself, and that’s the worst battle anyone can ever face. Anyone, and he won.
Let me tell you about us. Him and me. We met in that place, when he refused to take the same path his friend had, and I’ve always respected him for that. Maybe not more - there’s very few people who deserve more respect than his friend, and this boy wasn’t and never will be one of them - but more than I had. And, at first, that’s all he had wanted, more of anything. Just...more.
Let me tell you more. He wasn’t an unloved child; he was never neglected, never abused, never forgotten. But he was never respected, either - at least, not until his friend. He was just a boy, after all, and what young boy deserves respect? He did what he was told and bided his time, growing up faster than anyone gave him credit for because that’s all he wanted to do. Grow up.
Let me tell you about growing up. It isn’t pleasant. I’ve seen what it does, but I - like Peter Pan, like his Lost Boys - have never and will never grow up. Never.
Don’t let me tell you why. Don’t.
Let me tell you about the girl he lost. Remember, I said he tried to win a girl he’d already lost. Only, he didn’t do it for her, he did it to win. Because winners were respected, and he still desperately wanted that. He wanted it from her, from his friend, from everyone around him, and he was willing to turn her into a trophy to do it. Willing...
Let me tell you about the princess. She’s the nicest girl you’ll never meet, and much nicer than any girl you’ve met before, or have any possible chance of meeting in the future. That’s just the way she is. She’s kind of quiet, kind of shy, kind of giggly and girly and everything you’d expect of a teenage princess. She’s even got her ceremonial sword, and she’s perfectly alright with using it to defend herself. I don’t think she knows what’s best about it, though, what makes it special: he gave it to her, yes, but she will never look at it that way. Never.
Let me tell you about threes. They say that the trinity is special, because it can be a perfect alliance. Magic, defense, and strength. Mind, body, and soul. Kairi, Riku, and Sora. Trinity.
Let me tell you about never. Never doesn’t make a good trinity, because it’s only one. Past, present, and future make time’s trinity, and never is left out. Always.
Let me tell you about my story. It’s not very good - pictures are much better for capturing ideas - but it’s mine. Mine...
Let me tell you how this story ends. It ends with my trinity.
Don’t (don’t tell him don’t do that don’t defy me)
Never (never stay too long never enjoy it never tell)
Nobody (me)
Title: Fall of Eden
Rating: Again, PG-13ish
Warning/s: Urk. Manipulative!Naminé, a bit of Repliku/Naminé and Sora/Naminé, and Sora/Kairi if you look for it.
Wordcount: 597
Author's Notes: Um. I have no idea where this came from, besides "the same place as Courtly Love." I think I have a thing for Naminé being in control.
Naminé isn’t a princess.
She knows this, and she knows she can never be one, but she pretends. She pretends to want a white knight to save her, she pretends to love the hero, she pretends to be the damsel in distress.
Naminé isn’t in control, but she’s powerful. She’s built a web of lies around her very being, from the inside out, and she’s created her situation.
She wears white because it’s a pure color. Naminé’s not pure.
She sometimes thinks she drew Castle Oblivion into being, because it really is her castle. Marluxia calls himself Lord, but little Naminé draws the strings on all the puppets and little Naminé knows how to pull those strings much, much better than Marluxia ever will.
Naminé draws herself into Kairi’s place for Sora. Naminé draws herself as the princess, but she can’t stand it some days and so she thinks she draws someone into being.
He’s perfect for her. He’s utterly dedicated and he’s dark. He’s dangerous and he loves her with every inch of his heart. She knows, because she drew who he is and will be, and she erased who he was and who he wanted to be because those weren’t perfect for her.
He would do anything for her, and so she makes him fight Sora. She’s disappointed when he loses and so draws him something better to fight for than her. She draws him a past.
But even she can’t manipulate Sora, who has far too many strings on him for one so new and foreign to effectively pull him into her world. He still remembers Kairi, through Naminé, and he remembers Kairi through Riku through the person that Naminé penciled in just for herself. All his strings lead back to Kairi and Riku, and Riku leads to Kairi leads to Riku in an endless chain that Naminé tries to erase but can’t.
Sora never loses.
Naminé’s chosen goes out of her control, a new thread pulling him in a direction she can’t control. Axel whispers secrets in his ear, makes promises and then delivers, while Naminé can only tell him what he already knows. He listens to Axel, because he’s no longer happy in Castle Oblivion, no longer content to be just the one she loves while losing fights to Sora.
Naminé loses her knight to Sora.
Naminé loses all her pieces to Sora, but the knight hurts the most, because she drew him from almost-nothing, put herself into him and made him love her. She’s going to lose the castle, too, if she doesn’t act soon, and she knows that if she loses everything to Sora she’ll be nothing and she’ll fade.
So she makes a decision and sacrifices her knight for Sora, to make Sora fall that much more in love with her, and maybe he can take her out of the castle so that she can draw more people into being to make up for the sudden emptiness she feels when she looks at what was once her chosen.
But Sora is more concerned about the knight than her, and though he loved her, she knew that she’d have to cut him loose if she wanted to survive. She would need another, the person below who she based her knight off of, and he could take her away.
She needs a new page to draw a new place for herself, a place without her felled knight or her rebellious hero or her lost castle.
She needs a new page to draw herself another Eden before she can play god again.
Concrit is, as always, very very much appreciated.
Title: Never's Trinity
Rating: PG-13ish tops
Warning/s: Uh. Somewhat game spoilers. A little vague and ramble-y. Hinted one-sided Riku/Kairi.
Wordcount: 1,055
Let me tell you a little story.
Let me tell you a story about a boy, not a little boy, but a young one. He’s gawky and childlike and he always has been, always the first to laugh and the first to cry and the first to run headfirst into any adventure. But he’s the last one to leave that adventure, because he always says goodbye. Always.
Let me tell you about this boy. He ran into an adventure, and he hasn’t said goodbye to it yet. He can’t, they won’t let him, and I’ve always thought that that’s sad. Not pathetic-sad, but sorrowful-sad, because they’re growing him up, making him less childlike and less gawky, and I can almost see him becoming less him. Almost.
Let me tell you about his adventure. It’s full of monsters and pirates, warriors bold and princesses fair. It’s also got ninjas and guns and blood and sweat and boys who don’t want to fight and girls who aren’t all that nice. And one...
Don’t let me tell you about one of those girls. Don’t.
Let me tell you about his battles. He fights for his friends, he fights for people he’s met a few times, he fights for people he’s never met and never will. It isn’t that he likes fighting; I’m not sure how he feels about it. But he does it because he’s the only one who can fight some of these battles. Sometimes, he can do what an army can’t. Sometimes.
Let me tell you what he can’t do. He can’t forsake his friends. No matter what they do, to him or themselves or each other or anyone else, they’re still his friends. Sure, he’ll stop them from doing damage, or try to, but he won’t give up on them. And he’ll never, ever forget them, no matter what happens. Never.
Let me tell you what he will forget. He will forget me. He’ll forget, because I’m making him do it right now, because I gave him the choice and that’s what he picked. Because he can’t forsake one of his friends, and it was her or me. I knew he would choose that, too. His destiny lies with her, and that’s something that no one can change, no matter how much they want to. No one (not nobody).
Let me tell you about someone who tried. He was a friend of that boy’s, a childhood friend, a best friend, an almost-a-brother friend. He tried to change destiny, tried to wield a weapon that wasn’t his, tried to call a power he’d forsaken, tried to win a girl he’d already lost. He won all the childhood battles, lost all the adult ones, and figured out that he’d have to solve it on his own. Well, mostly.
Let me tell you about his penance. He traveled through a place he had fled, to a place where he was forced to confront his sins. He did so, and did it with a smirk on his face, and while others can say that’s because he’s cocky like none other (he is, actually, but I kind of like it), I think it’s because he knew. Knew that there was no way he could lose, not with his friend backing him up, in heart. And, what’s more, he was right. He won, against his sins and his past and himself, and that’s the worst battle anyone can ever face. Anyone, and he won.
Let me tell you about us. Him and me. We met in that place, when he refused to take the same path his friend had, and I’ve always respected him for that. Maybe not more - there’s very few people who deserve more respect than his friend, and this boy wasn’t and never will be one of them - but more than I had. And, at first, that’s all he had wanted, more of anything. Just...more.
Let me tell you more. He wasn’t an unloved child; he was never neglected, never abused, never forgotten. But he was never respected, either - at least, not until his friend. He was just a boy, after all, and what young boy deserves respect? He did what he was told and bided his time, growing up faster than anyone gave him credit for because that’s all he wanted to do. Grow up.
Let me tell you about growing up. It isn’t pleasant. I’ve seen what it does, but I - like Peter Pan, like his Lost Boys - have never and will never grow up. Never.
Don’t let me tell you why. Don’t.
Let me tell you about the girl he lost. Remember, I said he tried to win a girl he’d already lost. Only, he didn’t do it for her, he did it to win. Because winners were respected, and he still desperately wanted that. He wanted it from her, from his friend, from everyone around him, and he was willing to turn her into a trophy to do it. Willing...
Let me tell you about the princess. She’s the nicest girl you’ll never meet, and much nicer than any girl you’ve met before, or have any possible chance of meeting in the future. That’s just the way she is. She’s kind of quiet, kind of shy, kind of giggly and girly and everything you’d expect of a teenage princess. She’s even got her ceremonial sword, and she’s perfectly alright with using it to defend herself. I don’t think she knows what’s best about it, though, what makes it special: he gave it to her, yes, but she will never look at it that way. Never.
Let me tell you about threes. They say that the trinity is special, because it can be a perfect alliance. Magic, defense, and strength. Mind, body, and soul. Kairi, Riku, and Sora. Trinity.
Let me tell you about never. Never doesn’t make a good trinity, because it’s only one. Past, present, and future make time’s trinity, and never is left out. Always.
Let me tell you about my story. It’s not very good - pictures are much better for capturing ideas - but it’s mine. Mine...
Let me tell you how this story ends. It ends with my trinity.
Don’t (don’t tell him don’t do that don’t defy me)
Never (never stay too long never enjoy it never tell)
Nobody (me)
Title: Fall of Eden
Rating: Again, PG-13ish
Warning/s: Urk. Manipulative!Naminé, a bit of Repliku/Naminé and Sora/Naminé, and Sora/Kairi if you look for it.
Wordcount: 597
Author's Notes: Um. I have no idea where this came from, besides "the same place as Courtly Love." I think I have a thing for Naminé being in control.
Naminé isn’t a princess.
She knows this, and she knows she can never be one, but she pretends. She pretends to want a white knight to save her, she pretends to love the hero, she pretends to be the damsel in distress.
Naminé isn’t in control, but she’s powerful. She’s built a web of lies around her very being, from the inside out, and she’s created her situation.
She wears white because it’s a pure color. Naminé’s not pure.
She sometimes thinks she drew Castle Oblivion into being, because it really is her castle. Marluxia calls himself Lord, but little Naminé draws the strings on all the puppets and little Naminé knows how to pull those strings much, much better than Marluxia ever will.
Naminé draws herself into Kairi’s place for Sora. Naminé draws herself as the princess, but she can’t stand it some days and so she thinks she draws someone into being.
He’s perfect for her. He’s utterly dedicated and he’s dark. He’s dangerous and he loves her with every inch of his heart. She knows, because she drew who he is and will be, and she erased who he was and who he wanted to be because those weren’t perfect for her.
He would do anything for her, and so she makes him fight Sora. She’s disappointed when he loses and so draws him something better to fight for than her. She draws him a past.
But even she can’t manipulate Sora, who has far too many strings on him for one so new and foreign to effectively pull him into her world. He still remembers Kairi, through Naminé, and he remembers Kairi through Riku through the person that Naminé penciled in just for herself. All his strings lead back to Kairi and Riku, and Riku leads to Kairi leads to Riku in an endless chain that Naminé tries to erase but can’t.
Sora never loses.
Naminé’s chosen goes out of her control, a new thread pulling him in a direction she can’t control. Axel whispers secrets in his ear, makes promises and then delivers, while Naminé can only tell him what he already knows. He listens to Axel, because he’s no longer happy in Castle Oblivion, no longer content to be just the one she loves while losing fights to Sora.
Naminé loses her knight to Sora.
Naminé loses all her pieces to Sora, but the knight hurts the most, because she drew him from almost-nothing, put herself into him and made him love her. She’s going to lose the castle, too, if she doesn’t act soon, and she knows that if she loses everything to Sora she’ll be nothing and she’ll fade.
So she makes a decision and sacrifices her knight for Sora, to make Sora fall that much more in love with her, and maybe he can take her out of the castle so that she can draw more people into being to make up for the sudden emptiness she feels when she looks at what was once her chosen.
But Sora is more concerned about the knight than her, and though he loved her, she knew that she’d have to cut him loose if she wanted to survive. She would need another, the person below who she based her knight off of, and he could take her away.
She needs a new page to draw a new place for herself, a place without her felled knight or her rebellious hero or her lost castle.
She needs a new page to draw herself another Eden before she can play god again.