[abandoned]
Who: Vincent, Naminé
When: Sometime while Zack's off with Jenova; before Nami meets up with Angeal.
Where: Vincent's place.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Naminé's upset and goes to cry on Vincent for awhile.
There was something about Zack being upset or angry (especially with her) that really did make her chest tighten and her stomach hurt and, Gods, she couldn't stand it. She'd wanted to apologize, but -- what was she apologizing for? For worrying? For insisting he be smart and bring someone along with him to see Jenova? It seemed to make sense to her, and yet... sometimes the things she thought were intelligent tended to be shot down by others as being stupid ideas.
Maybe she shouldn't have said anything. Maybe she should have just gone after him herself, or--
Ah. No, no. She had to trust him. Trust that he would, indeed, take Cloud along with him and if it was the two of them, Naminé had faith they'd be all right. If she'd gone, she might've just gotten in the way. Cloud was the rock that anchored Zack down sometimes, a vital part of Zack's existence and sanity, as far as Naminé was concerned. Cloud would take care of Zack, follow him where Naminé could not, do the things for him that she was incapable of.
And it... bothered her, yes, that she couldn't be strong enough to protect him, but... in a sad sort of way, that was what she'd always wished for; a hero. And she had one, in every sense of the word. But heroes never allowed their princesses to protect them.
How frustrating. And rather ironic, in a way.
Regardless of how upset she was, Naminé wanted no company. She knew that it might've been a good idea, however, and at first pondered the idea of going to curl up with Roxas and Axel for a bit. That idea was shot down because she didn't want to hear Axel's complaints about, 'see? Fair's a bad boyfriend, you can do better,' nor did she want them to see her like this. Makubex had also offered - but he didn't like Zack and Naminé knew as much; the first comment he made regarding her boyfriend, and she'd have likely snapped at him and gotten upset all over again. Zack was hers, hers and damn anyone that wanted to be so cruel as to judge such a wonderful person as him.
And then Vincent had offered his company, and he was someone she wasn't afraid to break down in front of. He would not (she hoped) pass any judgments on Zack, because nothing made her angrier than when anyone tried to say he was a bad boyfriend for how he made her worry at times. (God knew she'd scared him half to death a number of times, too, after all... and no one chimed in about how horrible she was, did they?) It would be nice to see him, anyway, as his presence tended to calm her and calming was definitely something she could have used right then.
So, to Vincent's she went, bundled up in a scarf, dress, (close-toed shoes, for a change) and a sweater that hung nearly lower than the hem of her dress did. It was getting too cold to wander around in the things she normally wore, and it was only a matter of time before it began to snow in Purgatorium.
Vincent's wasn't too hard to find; yet another location she'd plucked from Kazuki's mind when seeing him in passing at work. His memories were wonderful to work with; so picture-perfect, vivid, clear. It was a sharp contrast the those of many others where the memories were muddled and foggy, too hard to define details. No one's memory was infallible, but some peoples' - like Kazuki's - were amazingly close.
She approached the building Vincent was currently calling home, blinked up at it a few times and lifted a small, cold hand to knock.
When: Sometime while Zack's off with Jenova; before Nami meets up with Angeal.
Where: Vincent's place.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Naminé's upset and goes to cry on Vincent for awhile.
There was something about Zack being upset or angry (especially with her) that really did make her chest tighten and her stomach hurt and, Gods, she couldn't stand it. She'd wanted to apologize, but -- what was she apologizing for? For worrying? For insisting he be smart and bring someone along with him to see Jenova? It seemed to make sense to her, and yet... sometimes the things she thought were intelligent tended to be shot down by others as being stupid ideas.
Maybe she shouldn't have said anything. Maybe she should have just gone after him herself, or--
Ah. No, no. She had to trust him. Trust that he would, indeed, take Cloud along with him and if it was the two of them, Naminé had faith they'd be all right. If she'd gone, she might've just gotten in the way. Cloud was the rock that anchored Zack down sometimes, a vital part of Zack's existence and sanity, as far as Naminé was concerned. Cloud would take care of Zack, follow him where Naminé could not, do the things for him that she was incapable of.
And it... bothered her, yes, that she couldn't be strong enough to protect him, but... in a sad sort of way, that was what she'd always wished for; a hero. And she had one, in every sense of the word. But heroes never allowed their princesses to protect them.
How frustrating. And rather ironic, in a way.
Regardless of how upset she was, Naminé wanted no company. She knew that it might've been a good idea, however, and at first pondered the idea of going to curl up with Roxas and Axel for a bit. That idea was shot down because she didn't want to hear Axel's complaints about, 'see? Fair's a bad boyfriend, you can do better,' nor did she want them to see her like this. Makubex had also offered - but he didn't like Zack and Naminé knew as much; the first comment he made regarding her boyfriend, and she'd have likely snapped at him and gotten upset all over again. Zack was hers, hers and damn anyone that wanted to be so cruel as to judge such a wonderful person as him.
And then Vincent had offered his company, and he was someone she wasn't afraid to break down in front of. He would not (she hoped) pass any judgments on Zack, because nothing made her angrier than when anyone tried to say he was a bad boyfriend for how he made her worry at times. (God knew she'd scared him half to death a number of times, too, after all... and no one chimed in about how horrible she was, did they?) It would be nice to see him, anyway, as his presence tended to calm her and calming was definitely something she could have used right then.
So, to Vincent's she went, bundled up in a scarf, dress, (close-toed shoes, for a change) and a sweater that hung nearly lower than the hem of her dress did. It was getting too cold to wander around in the things she normally wore, and it was only a matter of time before it began to snow in Purgatorium.
Vincent's wasn't too hard to find; yet another location she'd plucked from Kazuki's mind when seeing him in passing at work. His memories were wonderful to work with; so picture-perfect, vivid, clear. It was a sharp contrast the those of many others where the memories were muddled and foggy, too hard to define details. No one's memory was infallible, but some peoples' - like Kazuki's - were amazingly close.
She approached the building Vincent was currently calling home, blinked up at it a few times and lifted a small, cold hand to knock.