A Helping Hand [COMPLETE]
Characters: Naminé, Roxas
Setting: Dining Room
Time: Night 005, just after sunset, a little after this thread.
Summary: Roxas and Naminé meet. Aw's a-plenty and much handsmacking ensues.
Warnings: Cute? ;~;
Ah, the curses of being among the living. The necessity of food was a very large one, and one that happened to be afflicting Namine at the moment. She and Rayne (although it was mostly for the younger girl, as she was the only one that actually consumed such things) had a stockpile, it was true - but it was getting towards night, and Namine had not wanted to take from the stockpile in case they needed it later. She could still make it to the kitchen, and that was what she had done -- alone.
It had been another meal of cereal, again. She’d been intending to learn to cook, but Rayne was not exactly the best teacher for that particular subject. The little blonde girl was, by now, quite used to such meals (if a bit sick of them). She had realized it was getting ‘late’, but not quite how late. It wasn’t until she was washing the bowl in the sink that she happened to glance into the dining room (with its large windows) and realize that the sun had almost set.
“…!!!” Not good. Not good. Rayne was going to be furious - if Namine even survived that long. The girl let the bowl drop to the counter with less care than she’d have liked; it spun on its base for a moment, but settled without injury. By that time, she was already sprinting towards the door.
Roxas did not like this. No, he did not like this at all. One, it was cold as hell in here. Two, he was apparently STUCK here. Three, this house was giving him the feeling that it could eat him if it wanted to and from what he had recently heard and saw…well, he had a feeling it very well could.
This isn’t what he intended to be doing right now. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to go…somewhere.
Heh. He had almost said “home”. That he wanted to go “home”. Pfft. What “home”? Roxas’ home was fake, everything there had been a lie. One big fucking lie after another.
Now that was interesting. Bitterness? Yep. That was it.
Well, if he was going to be stuck here for who knew how long, he’d need to get a grasp on exactly where he was and what he was going to be dealing with. He slowly turned the corner, his hand grazing along the side of the wall when a noise made him freeze. It sounded like someone dropped something, but he hadn’t seen anyone around since that girl left…
Roxas hesitantly peeked his head through the door and, if he had a heart, he would have just had a small heart attack as a small blonde girl slammed into him and knocked him off his feet.
That was the second time today he had fallen on his ass. "Ow, ow, ow..."
Oof!” That had been unexpected. Had she hit the wall? she wondered as she gasped for air - hitting the ground so hard had winded her. Did the door move, or something? It wouldn’t be the strangest trick the house had played. But, no - there was someone else there, judging by the string of ‘ow’s. They sounded human enough, but…. She paled, her gasps for air suddenly stopping with a sharp intake of breath. She shut her eyes. She knew had to look eventually, and that keeping her eyes shut like this would only invite swifter death, but it was so difficult to force herself to do it. Maybe it was just another one of the tenants? …If she was incredibly lucky, which being put here had proven to be far from the case.
Slowly, carefully, she cracked one eye open. A moment to process, and then both of them were wide open. Was… was she going insane? This - it had to be a trick. H-he… he couldn’t be here! She was seeing things, it had to be -
But there he was. The same messy blond hair, the same blue eyes; Roxas.
The only sound that came out of her mouth was a soft, unintelligible noise that sounded more like a squeak than an attempt at words. Her own blue eyes were frozen wide, her mouth an ‘o’ of surprise. She still looked very much like she had back then, when he’d last seen her, but there were a few differences. She’d lost some weight, since food had not been constantly available during her time there. The day had just ended, so she was doing comparatively well, but she was still a few pounds lighter than she had been when she’d arrived. That day she’d decided to wear her old dress, which, although it had had stand-ins, thanks to Rayne, was still showing its use. It looked much more lived-in, and had the occasional tear. The arm band that Rayne had given her was back in the room, along with her necklace - the girl hadn’t thought to bring them. Although her clothes were worn, her hair was clean - it had in fact just finished drying.
The months had not been kind, but neither had they done too much damage.
Roxas layed there on the ground for a moment - unwilling to move, holding his breath, brows furrowed, looking up at the ceiling.
What the hell was that? He didn’t have time to make out facial features or note anything of importance about his “attacker” before he was knocked over and even now he almost didn’t want to look…almost. He heard something like a squeak and at first he thought maybe it was an animal or something - maybe a mouse or…who knew, really - but it definitely sounded way too human to be an animal.
He exhalled slowly while he carefully lifted his head up off the ground and pushed himself up onto his elbows. Blue eyes flicked upwards and when he saw who was standing it front of him he swore he could feel the room spinning.
“…Naminé?”
That couldn’t be her. It wasn’t her. No, no, no. That was not Naminé. It was not. It was not.
She wasn’t here.
Oh and look at her…did she lose weight? Why did her dress look so tattered? Why the fuck was she here?
It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her.
But that hair. And those eyes. That dress. Those shoes.
Why was she here?
The first thing he thought was that this must have been DiZ’s doing. DiZ’s or someone else. Why else would she be here? Sure she had tried to help him but…but…
“What are you doing here?”
He was sick of being used, he was sick of being nothing but a pawn, and he was sick of Naminé somehow ending up in the middle of it all.
Setting: Dining Room
Time: Night 005, just after sunset, a little after this thread.
Summary: Roxas and Naminé meet. Aw's a-plenty and much handsmacking ensues.
Warnings: Cute? ;~;
Ah, the curses of being among the living. The necessity of food was a very large one, and one that happened to be afflicting Namine at the moment. She and Rayne (although it was mostly for the younger girl, as she was the only one that actually consumed such things) had a stockpile, it was true - but it was getting towards night, and Namine had not wanted to take from the stockpile in case they needed it later. She could still make it to the kitchen, and that was what she had done -- alone.
It had been another meal of cereal, again. She’d been intending to learn to cook, but Rayne was not exactly the best teacher for that particular subject. The little blonde girl was, by now, quite used to such meals (if a bit sick of them). She had realized it was getting ‘late’, but not quite how late. It wasn’t until she was washing the bowl in the sink that she happened to glance into the dining room (with its large windows) and realize that the sun had almost set.
“…!!!” Not good. Not good. Rayne was going to be furious - if Namine even survived that long. The girl let the bowl drop to the counter with less care than she’d have liked; it spun on its base for a moment, but settled without injury. By that time, she was already sprinting towards the door.
Roxas did not like this. No, he did not like this at all. One, it was cold as hell in here. Two, he was apparently STUCK here. Three, this house was giving him the feeling that it could eat him if it wanted to and from what he had recently heard and saw…well, he had a feeling it very well could.
This isn’t what he intended to be doing right now. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to go…somewhere.
Heh. He had almost said “home”. That he wanted to go “home”. Pfft. What “home”? Roxas’ home was fake, everything there had been a lie. One big fucking lie after another.
Now that was interesting. Bitterness? Yep. That was it.
Well, if he was going to be stuck here for who knew how long, he’d need to get a grasp on exactly where he was and what he was going to be dealing with. He slowly turned the corner, his hand grazing along the side of the wall when a noise made him freeze. It sounded like someone dropped something, but he hadn’t seen anyone around since that girl left…
Roxas hesitantly peeked his head through the door and, if he had a heart, he would have just had a small heart attack as a small blonde girl slammed into him and knocked him off his feet.
That was the second time today he had fallen on his ass. "Ow, ow, ow..."
Oof!” That had been unexpected. Had she hit the wall? she wondered as she gasped for air - hitting the ground so hard had winded her. Did the door move, or something? It wouldn’t be the strangest trick the house had played. But, no - there was someone else there, judging by the string of ‘ow’s. They sounded human enough, but…. She paled, her gasps for air suddenly stopping with a sharp intake of breath. She shut her eyes. She knew had to look eventually, and that keeping her eyes shut like this would only invite swifter death, but it was so difficult to force herself to do it. Maybe it was just another one of the tenants? …If she was incredibly lucky, which being put here had proven to be far from the case.
Slowly, carefully, she cracked one eye open. A moment to process, and then both of them were wide open. Was… was she going insane? This - it had to be a trick. H-he… he couldn’t be here! She was seeing things, it had to be -
But there he was. The same messy blond hair, the same blue eyes; Roxas.
The only sound that came out of her mouth was a soft, unintelligible noise that sounded more like a squeak than an attempt at words. Her own blue eyes were frozen wide, her mouth an ‘o’ of surprise. She still looked very much like she had back then, when he’d last seen her, but there were a few differences. She’d lost some weight, since food had not been constantly available during her time there. The day had just ended, so she was doing comparatively well, but she was still a few pounds lighter than she had been when she’d arrived. That day she’d decided to wear her old dress, which, although it had had stand-ins, thanks to Rayne, was still showing its use. It looked much more lived-in, and had the occasional tear. The arm band that Rayne had given her was back in the room, along with her necklace - the girl hadn’t thought to bring them. Although her clothes were worn, her hair was clean - it had in fact just finished drying.
The months had not been kind, but neither had they done too much damage.
Roxas layed there on the ground for a moment - unwilling to move, holding his breath, brows furrowed, looking up at the ceiling.
What the hell was that? He didn’t have time to make out facial features or note anything of importance about his “attacker” before he was knocked over and even now he almost didn’t want to look…almost. He heard something like a squeak and at first he thought maybe it was an animal or something - maybe a mouse or…who knew, really - but it definitely sounded way too human to be an animal.
He exhalled slowly while he carefully lifted his head up off the ground and pushed himself up onto his elbows. Blue eyes flicked upwards and when he saw who was standing it front of him he swore he could feel the room spinning.
“…Naminé?”
That couldn’t be her. It wasn’t her. No, no, no. That was not Naminé. It was not. It was not.
She wasn’t here.
Oh and look at her…did she lose weight? Why did her dress look so tattered? Why the fuck was she here?
It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her.
But that hair. And those eyes. That dress. Those shoes.
Why was she here?
The first thing he thought was that this must have been DiZ’s doing. DiZ’s or someone else. Why else would she be here? Sure she had tried to help him but…but…
“What are you doing here?”
He was sick of being used, he was sick of being nothing but a pawn, and he was sick of Naminé somehow ending up in the middle of it all.