Another post CoM, Pre-KHII story from me ;)

This story has mild KHII spoilers.

Characters belong to Square-Enix and Disney.

Naminé had to make them forget him, so they wouldn't trouble his sleep.

Castaway

She realised he was looking at her with eyes that did not know her. She felt that same twist of sadness inside her. How he struggled, so hard, against sleep sometimes and always, always, she had to force him back down, deeper than before.

And he came back, every time, pulled by things she didn't understand: the thoughts and love of others, especially...

"Her."

She raised her hand to the glass, placing it flat against the cool surface. She watched as he did the same. He did it because she made him, called out to his heart and forced a dream of history upon it, a moment in the past when he had reached up and...

…hand on the stone. Smile at her. Saying something. A name he forgot but the rest…

"How about I draw you, and you draw me Ka-"

"Don't."

It didn't matter who whispered the plea. He wanted to stand in the worlds again, feel real sunlight, see the world with his eyes rather than his heart. He wasn't awake and yet he wanted to be moving, travelling, living. She wanted him to stop pulling at her so much, wanted him to stop tearing at her insides with feelings she could never have returned, not by him.

His heavy eyes, bereft of their light, blinked slowly. His blank expression, missing his smile, watched her intently… She didn't really know if he could see her or if his body, always one to battle sleep, was acting of its own accord.

"You want to see her, I know. You want to be with all of them but you can't. You chose this, because you had to, I know, but just… just don't…" She looked at him with pained eyes. "Don't keep fighting me."

She had to push him deeper this time, right down as far as she could get him to go and bind the memories around him so he wouldn't keep pushing.

She pressed herself against the chrysalis. "Please, don't fight any more." She closed her eyes, preparing him and herself for what was to come. "This is it."

The whiteness swallowed everything. He fell, deeper down, almost beyond even her reach. She sent the past with him, a net to catch and hold him tight. He wouldn't open his eyes again, not now. Everything rested in her hands as she weaved his prison, his life, around him. But he was so far away from everything, separated by glass and worlds.

She looked up at him, saw his vacant eyes widen with…

…with pain, shock, horror, desperation and so much more…

…before they fluttered closed, this time for as long as she needed… or for as long as she had.

She felt it then, felt all the ties he had worked so hard to create breaking apart. He was gone, forgotten, cast off by the hearts he had saved.

Now he wouldn't struggle. She'd ripped away everything he'd had left from him. If no one remembered him, if no one thought about him, then nothing could call him from his sleep. He hung in his pod, closed in, his life pieces of paper lying in front of her.

She saw the tears slipping out of his closed eyes.

Her voice shook. "I'm sorry!"

"Sorry. I didn't draw you as well as you drew me…"

What a stupid, weak word.