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[juniorheroes]

Characters: Sora
Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Night 006, I believe?
Summary: Sora arrives. Basically.
Warnings: Sora's stupidity, maybe? AND A BAD INTRO POST. Here's to hoping I did everything right..

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[paper_witch]

"Kairi!"

No!

Whatever composure Namine had managed to have before dropped away suddenly as her jaw dropped into a 'o' of surprise. Kairi. Kairi. Kairi. It felt-- it felt like a punch in the stomach. It wasn't because it was Sora that said it (even if that made it worse), it was that, for the first time in months... she'd been mistaken for Kairi. She'd spent all this time almost-half-maybe forgetting what she was. She'd spent all this time free, except for the nightmares and the thoughts of the world she came from, of being reminded that she was nothing. Here, even with all the fear and the monsters and the constant threat of expiration, she could pretend she was real. Maybe she'd gained something from her temporary merge with Kairi, maybe she'd managed to scrape together some meagre beginnings of a heart, but this -- in that moment, a sudden, bitter thought slithered into her mind, and that was, 'The only reason I have feelings is so people can keep reminding me that I don't.'

It slipped away with a forceful shove on her part, but it left unfamiliar but painfully maybe-justified bitterness on her tongue as she shut her mouth, trying to simultaneously ignore and suppress the sudden stinging in her eyes. All these thoughts took place in only one small moment, stretched like a rubber band in her shock. But Sora was running towards her as if to hug her, and then suddenly he was stopping, and she had to pay attention.

He stood there, obviously trying to laugh it off, apologizing, saying what she already knew -- he'd thought she was someone else. Kairi. His smile was awkward, painfully uncomfortable -- it almost made her wince, just looking at it. She edged back as subtly as possible to exact a more comfortable amount of personal space. It wasn't hard to tell from that smile that he obviously didn't know who she was. That, in itself, made an old wound sting -- one that she dared not allow herself to think about, as she felt another silvery streak of bitterness creep towards her. She remembered him. He wasn't supposed to remember her. He wasn't supposed to remember her. It was... good that he didn't.

Still, she'd at least expected him to remember that she was Kairi's Nobody. At least that. At least that. Was... was she really so easy to forget?

"It's okay." She almost winced at how tight her voice sounded, at least to her -- it might not have been as obvious to him, since he couldn't feel how her vocal chords tensed up on her, and how they squeezed the words as they left her throat. "I--" ...What, now? Her stomach churned, from shyness and fear and perhaps a little bit of bitterness and maybe pain -- introductions. He didn't remember her, after all.

Trying to ignore that snippy tone her mind had just given her, she attemped to muster a smile, but it wobbled back into a slightly-upturned-at-the-edges line. "I'm... Namine. Re...re... Do you re-- remember?"