A/N: Oh yays. We are now in The Second Day. :) Thanks muchly to you three people who have reviewed. Aharhar. XD

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The Second Day

"Roxas!" he heard. The voice—which he knew so perfectly and cherished—was quite alarmed, surprised. He turned around to see the shocked face of the love of his life. She stood in front of him, wide-eyed, carrying her lunchbox which was neatly wrapped up in a white, paopu patterned cloth, and filled with her delicious handmade food. "What are you doing here?"

Roxas wasn't shocked as to why Naminé was surprised. He expected her to be mad, though.

He was supposed to be at home, resting. After Roxas lost consciousness the day before, the other three were struck with panic. Nothing like that had ever happened before. It was a miracle that Kairi and Naminé's mom had arrived a few minutes after Roxas fainted, and even more of a miracle that she was a doctor.

She examined and treated Roxas. It was a mild case of concussion, she said, an occurance when one hits his or her head too hard. Since it was just a mild case, he only had to rest, which he was supposed to do until now. Also, someone had to rescue him through CPR. Who? No one has told him. He supposed it was Naminé's mother, being the doctor and all, but for some reason, his brain discarded the idea, as if he had the memory of knowing who ever did commit CPR on him, but he just couldn't remember. Not right now.

"I'm on my way to the cafeteria."

"That's not what I meant." Her eyebrows pulled together as she sighed. "What are you doing at school? You're supposed to be at your house, resting."

"Ah, well," I wanted to see you. Of course. Roxas would rather spend a few hours with Naminé than resting for twenty four hours without her for his own looked to the window on his right, trying to whip up another reason as to why he came to school. "I… had homeworks to submit."

Naminé raised an eyebrow. "I gave your homeworks to the teacher."

"Oh, right," was all Roxas could reply. They were having summer classes now, a thought that reoccured to him only now. He and Naminé were in the same class for summer. Roxas and Naminé were not having summer classes because they had low grades, though, but as advance classes for their final year in junior high. "Well, uh—I feel all bat—er—better now, so uh—"

Roxas anxiety attack was interrupted by Naminé. She was laughing. Not loudly, but softly, dainty, and conservative. She even had her hand to her mouth to make her laugh even more inaudible. She seemed to be amused about Roxas' reaction. Then, as if to add to the comedy, Roxas' stomach grumbled. He looked down at his stomach, then to Naminé's face, flushed. Naminé covered her whole mouth, trying desperately to stop herself from laughing more than necessary. A few giggles escaped her hold, then Roxas laughed with her too—a little louder than Naminé's giggle—which made Naminé laugh a bit more freely.

"I suppose we should head to the cafeteria now." She smiled at him with closed eyes. Roxas smiled back, replying with a nod, and they walked on to the cafeteria.

The walk to the cafeteria was long and silent with Roxas stealing a few glances at Naminé. As usual, he never spotted her looking toward his direction. She always looked straight, towards where she was going. Well, this is quite a good trait of hers, but Roxas wished that she—at the very least—would spend one awkward, adolescent moment to look at him. It was a selfish wish, he admitted, but he would be so happy should this simple, selfish wish come true. He sighed, but made sure the misery in it was inaudible.

At last, they reached the cafeteria. As usual, there was an awful riot by the bread store. Japan were being sold for the week of the Hikari Matsuri—the Light Festival. Well, not like there wouldn't be a riot down at the bread store without Japan. The choco cream puff bread, curry bread and other types of delicious pastries are all targeted by most—if not all—Destiny High students. During lunch, the riot—rather, "line", never disappears. This normally occuring riot was nicknamed the "Bread War".

"So, we'll meet each other at a table?"

Naminé looked to Roxas' direction and found him missing from where he should be. She noticed that was Roxas about to dive into the sea of people. It seems what he said wasn't really a question. She giggled, completely free this time, then looked for an empty table.

She searched the cafeteria, but there was no empty table left. She was about to give up when she saw a certain scarlet haired girl waving at her. A smile crept up her face. She approached the table and sat herself down beside her sister, Kairi, smiling to her. Kairi smiled right back.

"Hey, Naminé." Sora grinned before munching down some curry bread, sitting across Kairi.

Naminé looked at him, a little flushed at his grin. She threw her eyes down on her lunchbox. "Hey…"

Kairi giggled, watching Naminé blush. Naminé's bashfulness toward males is such a moe factor, Kairi claimed. She had always thought she was blessed to have such an adorable little sister. She kept her gaze at Naminé as Naminé shyly unwrapped her lunchbox, flushed as ever. Kairi giggled one last time before proceeding with eating her own lunch, which Naminé, too, had prepared.

Kairi carefully picked up a part of an omelette from her lunchbox, then brought it to her mouth. She almost tasted savory flavor of Naminé's home-cooked eggs before she became wide-eyed.

"R-Roxas!" Kairi yelled. Sora nearly choked on an egg roll he got from Naminé's lunch as he heard his brother's name. They both expected him to be home. Sora looked sharply towards where Kairi was looking and found out Kairi was not only surprised at Roxas' presence at school.

Roxas looked like he was beaten up, though he wasn't really. His uniform, his hair—he was a mess. His shirt was nearly completely unbuttoned and was tugged to different directions, not to mention marked by many yellow, pink and brown spills—probably custard, strawberry cream and chocolate; his blue checkered pants looked as if he'd been hiking for many weeks, it was filled with brown smudges, with a few torn parts; his indoor school shoes was marked by dozen pairs of footprints, and his hair was… indescribably messy.

Roxas slumped on the chair across Naminé, rubbing his hair, trying to make it go back to normal. "I forgot my wallet at home." He answered before anyone could ask what happened to him. He slapped his hands on his cheeks and let out a loud groan. "After I finally got my hands on Special Japan Number XIII—Sea Salt Bread!" He snapped his head upwards. His eyes glittered with sorrow for the loss of something important. Sniffing, he continued. "Oh, sweet and equally salty delicious snack that I have always wanted to taste."

Kairi and Sora laughed, overly amused by Roxas' sudden monologue. It seemed that no concussion can knock the normal Roxas out of his system. He was back to his normal self—the one that agonized over defeat and celebrated in victory of the Bread Wars. Naminé let out a sigh, relieved he wasn't affected much by the violence which is the Bread War.

"Don't worry, Roxas." Kairi said with a hint of teasing. "Naminé will share her lunch with you." She moved to Naminé, slightly nudging her with her shoulder, and gave her a wink. Naminé seemed shocked at this and seemed to panic. She looked to and fro Roxas and her lunchbox with a frantic expression on her face.

Roxas looked at Naminé's opened Moogle lunchbox and saw the wonderfully presented food. Not only was he going to be able to taste such a delicious looking meal, but he was going to taste Naminé's cooking. He started to drool. "Th-that would be nice…"

Naminé looked to Roxas one last time. He was busy staring at the food placed in front of her. He looked so serene that she calmed down. She looked down at her food and blushed deeply.

Kairi handed him a fork Naminé packed by accident—probably by fate. He looked to her and spoke.

"May I?"

"S-sure," she replied with a faint voice as she fumbled with her fingers under the table. She heard him squee in delight like a child getting to taste his first ice cream. When she looked at him, she saw him bringing one of her octopus sausages to his mouth. As he chewed the sausage, Roxas looked as if some light was shining down on him from the heavens. Naminé smiled at his delight.

"How is it?" Kairi broke the silence, smiling a bit teasingly.

"It's great!" Roxas was overflowing with happiness as he replied. He was hiding what he truly meant though. I have never tasted anything that tastes as good as this and probably never will. He smiled at Naminé, eyes closed as how Naminé smiles at him. Naminé smiled back at him, truely delighted by his reaction. Sora and Kairi were watching the two, smiles on their faces.

"It seems this year's festival will work wonders again." Kairi looked to Sora and held out her hand which Sora twined with his. He replied with a nod.

After lunch, Sora, Kairi and Naminé headed back to their classes, while Roxas went back to the clinic where he had been staying since he arrived. He came to school late, and wasn't truly feeling well when he did. He stayed at the clinic to rest himself, so that when he sees Naminé he would be fully recharged.

Roxas bowed to the nurse when he came in as a greeting and a sign of respect, then borrowed a uniform, which he should return within the week. He went to the bed where he stayed earlier and changed there. While changing, he thought of what happened the day before: having Naminé ride at the back of his bike like usual, which—to his disappointment—he couldn't do today, heading home with Naminé like usual, helping Naminé with homework like usual, making snacks for her like usual, staring into her lonely eyes… like usual.

He laid on the bed after shoving his tattered clothes in a plastic bag, which he'd have to hide the minute he gets home. He relaxed on the bed, letting gravity pulling him lower on the unusually soft clinic bed. He closed his eyes as the thoughts of Naminé rekindled blurred memories from the past night: how he was woken up every so often by Sora and their parents, how Sora was talking to him about how worried he, Kairi and Naminé were when he fainted, how he felt Kairi and Naminé's presence in his room, and the time that was most blurred, the time when he… felt like he was dying.

It seemed like he was sinking in darkness, fading into it. He was about to lose hope, but then he saw a spark of light. He began to feel warm as the light surrounded him, most especially warm in his lips. It all seemed so bizarre, so strange, so… weird, that he couldn't believe those moments could be real. They were all a dream, he concluded. A dream that must have been triggered by the shock of his head.

Roxas opened his eyes, now free from the noise within his head. He heard the dropping sounds outside. The sky was crying again. He wished the rain would stop before he needed to go home. He'd forgotten all his things at home—including his raincoat. He didn't bring umbrellas to school. It would be hard to ride a bike while holding up the umbrella, so he and Naminé wore raincoats instead.

Three hours and fifty four minutes—ah—fifty five minutes past noon, he read to himself when he looked at the clock, sitting up to see it. He should have been out of the clinic more than half an hour ago.

Roxas stood up, not wanting Naminé to wait any further. He took a look out the window—in the opposite direction of the clock—to see if the rain would just be the five-minute lasting kind of rain. Realizing it wasn't, and would probably pour down for hours, he sighed. He hoped it would be okay with Naminé if they could stay in the library until the rain stops. If it doesn't stop pouring by the time Roxas' parents arrive home, that would be the worst problem. His parents would find out he left home and—well—whatever would happen after that wouldn't be worth thinking then.

Roxas walked sluggishly—he was trying to get his energy back—to their place. That's what he had called it. It was where he met Naminé everyday after class; under the large cherry tree, about 40 steps east of the shoe changing room, near the garden which Naminé liked to sketch. Not much people come to this place. Though many claim it's a special place where most people confessed their feelings to the one they like. Roxas didn't really mind it being some confessing place, since Naminé didn't either. It was their place, he didn't mind what others thought of it. Though he wouldn't really mind confes…

Roxas stopped in his steps. The shock—and a bit of anger—that suddenly, instantly took over him was so great that he couldn't move.

How could he forget? The cherry tree had no shed whatsoever.

The rain was pouring harder now, not that hard, but hard enough to soak Naminé to give her a fever. He clenched his fists. She wasn't the type to heal so fast, or even at a normal speed. What would he do if Naminé got sick? …because of waiting for him there? …because of him?

He dashed through the hallways toward the direction of the cherry tree. The clinic had never seemed so far from the tree before.

Finally, he arrived at the cherry tree—not too wet from the rain since the rain missed him as he dashed to the tree—but there were no signs of Naminé. He leaned back on its trunk, gasping for air as the drops trinkled down his face and other parts of his body. He searched his mind for possibilities for where Naminé could be. As soon as he caught his breath, he ran again, searching.

A/N: Hmm. Still no signs of Naminé liking Roxas… or was there? AHARHARHAR.

And, yes. That's the end of the first part of the Second Day. XD I ended up writing too much for the second day, so you'll see the second part in… a few weeks or so? Most probably.

I really hope you liked that chapter. :D 'Til next time. XD
The Second Day, part2

Disclaimer
I do not own Kingdom Hearts (its characters, its plot, etc etc) and the term "Japan" taken from Yakitate! Japan. :D

Special Japan Number XIII is my idea, though. XD

'Hikari Matsuri' was inspired by Akira's "HIKARI? MATSURI?" line in Special A. XD

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