Spring Waltz

Summary: Live for the future and forget the past. Simple enough right? So what do you when the person you hated most waltzed back in your life, literally?

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, or any of that good stuff.

A/N: Well you guys voted, so here is the very first chapter of Spring Waltz! A writer is always growing and experiencing. So I’ve decided to write this story in first person. I hope it works out and you guys enjoy it!

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I looked in the mirror. Same old blue eyes staring back at me with a look of disdain. Shoulder length blonde hair that swept over one shoulder. I was perfectly content with my image. That is until you looked past my face and saw the hideous green dress I had on.

In seconds I found myself, Naminé, storming out of the dressing room. As it turned out my friend Olette had the same thought about the dress. Both of us looked at each other. Her dress was the same style although the color was a bright blinding yellow. She looked ready to pull out her hair, grabbing at each brunette end that hung over her shoulder.

Our eyes met and we knew either the world was coming to an end, or our friend had a sick mind. “Can I see you guys yet?” A voice called out from another section of the area. We rushed over there, Olette and I.

Kairi, a beautiful red head and my best friend, was sitting on a chair leisurely flipping through a bridal magazine. She lifted her head and burst out laughing.

“And where do you see the humor in this?” I asked impatiently. I knew she wasn’t serious about these dresses.

“I’m sorry, but you know that rumor on how there are always those horrible bridesmaid dresses. I couldn’t help but try to find some for my bridesmaid to try on.” She beamed as if her idea was brilliant.

“So why am I trying it on?” I asked her. My role in her wedding was to be her maid of honor and I couldn’t help but think in the back of my head she had another hideous dress planned out for it.

Olette crossed her arms. “You know Selphie couldn’t make it in time for the fittings. You’re the closest one to her size. But I can’t help but agree with Naminé, Kairi. These things are disgusting.” I was relieved she was on my side. But then Olette was always the one with a straight head on her shoulders.

Kairi chuckled and pushed a strand of her hair back. “I’m sorry. You guys can try the real dresses on. Then after we get through fittings, we’ll go over the rehearsal dinner and that’s when you guys find up who you’ll be paired up with.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Why can’t we find out now?” Was it another one of her tricks?

Kairi shook her head. “Sora thinks that it’s not very fair that I’ve been making the decisions for this wedding. So in all fairness he is picking out his best man and groomsmen without my decision and I won’t be finding out until a bit later. I hope one of them isn’t Wakka. The last wedding he was in, he made a rather inappropriate toast.” She frowned and I smirked remembering our friend Tidus’s wedding.

That was what Kairi was known for. A perfectionist. It came with her job as a fashion designer. Her clothes had to be flawless or they wouldn’t sell. It became a habit that reflected in her daily life. It could be taxing but as her friends we endured. I could only imagine what poor Sora had to deal with.

“So when do we get to see your dress? I’m sure the design on it is flawless.” I said as I grabbed what was hopefully the real dress.

Kairi shook her head. “In the fashion industry, it’s horrible luck to wear your own wedding dress that you designed. Besides I don’t design wedding dresses.” She lectured me as if I didn’t know.

“Yes, and I’m sure the world would be happy that you weren’t what with your horrible taste in bridesmaid dresses.” Olette teased and I laughed along with her.

Kairi faked a laugh. “You guys are just the best of friends.” She held up her finger to gesture one moment as we could all hear her phone ringing in her bag.

We both stood there patiently waiting wondering what all the ‘uh-huh, I see,’ and ‘hmm’s’ were about. Finally she hung up and the look on her face was hard to pinpoint. That was the thing about Kairi. Her face always had an odd expression on her face. You could just never read her or cumulate a guess of what was going on her mind.

“Alright so that was Sora.” She crooked her mouth to one side. “That changes things a bit.” She said to herself. I was beginning to get impatient. “The rehearsal dinner is still on for tomorrow. However, the plans I had today were a bit of a drawback. Sora and I had originally planned for you guys to meet the groom’s men today, but the best man can’t make it…” She took out a pair of glasses and put them on.

Kairi always put on her pink Destati designer glasses on when she was in what I called her ‘thinking mode.’ You would mostly see them on her when she was designing. Olette and I sighed as we saw her pull out her massive planner book. To us, these past couple of weeks that pink colored book was a nightmare of wedding ideas, schedules, and plans of all sorts. Whoever said being a bride was stressful, was obviously never a bridesmaid.

“Right so Naminé, doesn’t have a partner for today, but I’m sure the instructor can fill in for today. It is only a one day lesson after all. Then the fact that he can’t make it until half an hour after the rehearsal dinner has started…well we can postpone the dinner for that long. It never hurts to mingle with the guests. But not too long or Sora starts to become…well Sora.” She closed the book. “Alright, everything taken care of!” She announced.

“Whoa Kairi. Rewind. Who’s my partner and what instructor is this?” I asked not understanding her train of thought, but then again who ever did?

“It would help if you filled us in a little bit. Also we can relay the message to Selphie too.” Olette always was the resourceful one.

“Ok, so tonight from 6 to 9 we’ll be at Stella Nox Dance Studio taking lessons. The best man who is supposed to accompany Naminé will not be there but I have been safely reassured that he is very well capable of doing the waltz.”

Throughout that whole explanation, it makes perfect sense that the only words I heard were ‘dance studio and waltz.’ And where did she get the nerve to think for one moment that I would be dancing?

Kairi also had another knack for reading minds. “Now Naminé, I want to keep this wedding a bit traditional, so I think it’s appropriate for the first dance of the bride and groom to be waltz music. Therefore we must learn to waltz to accompany the music. And I want the best man and the maid of honor to follow onto the dance floor then the bridesmaid and groomsmen.” Honestly, how that stuff in her head made any sense to her at all, was truly the 8th wonder of the world.

Olette smiled and gushed. “That sounds so romantic.” I could kill her.

“Plus…” Oh dear. The way Kairi used the word ‘plus’ was like no other human being. It had a certain airy, melodic tone that just made you know she was going to dangle a carrot in your face but at the same time you couldn’t turn away from it.

“…Plus?” I asked knowing that I had already signed away my free will.

“If you take these lessons for me, besides the pictures that will involve you in the wedding, I’ll let you be the photographer and I’ll even pay you.” She smiled at me waiting for my thoughts on the proposal.

“Damn it Kairi.” Hook, line and sinker. How I hated myself at that moment.

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A casual dress. A casual dress is how she, and by she I mean the devil I call my best friend Kairi, called it. I don’t care what word you labeled it with, it was still a dress. Naminé does not wear dresses. Naminé was forced to wear a dress for the maid of honor position and was now being forced into another for dance lessons. Which I would like to point out that Naminé does not dance. And Naminé does not refer to herself in third person unless she really, really, really wanted to jump off a cliff. A bad habit Naminé knows.

We stood there in our dresses waiting for the guys to show up. Selphie had managed to catch a different flight and came in time for this event. She wouldn’t miss it for the world she claimed. I love how everyone seemed against my no dancing policy today.

The door opened. “Sorry we’re late.” A voice chimed. An all too familiar one. I looked in the direction and sure enough there was Sora with a grin…and I want to say stupid but that’s a bit harsh when it is your friend’s fiancé after all.

Accompanying him were two other guys that we all recognized. I must say Sora’s choice was a bit predictable, but then again that trait balanced out the surprises his fiancé tended to throw out to the world.

First was Riku. A dashing man and always like an older brother to Sora, Kairi, and even me once I got to know him. Although I’ve always wanted to ask if his silver hair was natural as his eyebrows were the same color, but there are some kooks out there that dye their eyebrows too right? Anyway I digress and the main point was that he was to be groomsman number one.

He was good friends with Sora when he first entered high school but then Riku apparently moved and didn’t really catch up with one another until Kairi and Sora began dating. If I remember correctly his profession was a lawyer.

Groomsman number two was Hayner. Good-looking as well, but not my type. I noticed how he greeted Olette first. That was the thing with those two; they could just never admit they wanted to be more than just friends. I sighed knowing that after the wedding, Kairi and I would be doing a bit of matchmaking.

Now came the moment of where I was supposed to meet the best man who would be accompanying me down the aisle before the married to be. Of course he couldn’t make it. It made me wonder if he was the type who came up with a really good excuse as to not come to this dance lesson excursion. If my theory was right, I already admired this person and I had yet to meet him. The only thing I knew was that he went to college with Sora. Frat brothers maybe?

“Alright is everyone here?” A beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair came out of her office I’m guessing. She looked over at me. “Ah you must be the partnerless one for today.” I looked around and saw everyone seemed as if they were in position and with their partners.

“Oh, I guess so.” I said sheepishly. I looked around and silently but also sarcastically thanked everyone for letting me right out in the open like that.

She smiled. “I’m Stella and I will be your dance instructor for today. Also I have arranged for you a partner to work with.” She looked at the door from which she entered and as if on cue a man about her age with the same gorgeous looks came out and stood beside her.

As if being singled out as the one with no partner was bad, think how worse I felt when I was probably the only non-gorgeous person around. That thought went away quick as the man Stella had pulled out from thin air was already teaching me the proper placing of hands when beginning to waltz. He introduced his name as Noctis, and as you can imagine he never got my name as I was too nervous by his presence. Not to mention I’m sure Stella and him were a pair.

It seemed like ages since we had started and we were only halfway done with the lesson. I looked up at the clock and wanted to cry. “Alright everyone, you guys are doing fabulous in just so little time. I was a bit hesitant about teaching waltz with just so many hours but you guys are fast learners. Let’s all take a quick break and we’ll continue after.” Oh thank the Lord because my feet were killing me.

It was times like this that I wished I was wearing sweats and not a dress. I mean the guys got to wear casual comfortable dance learning clothes, why couldn’t we? One of the few moments I favored Sora over Kairi.

“So, who is the best man?” I asked Sora trying to sound as casual as possible but everyone already knew I was curious as a two year old.

“Well-“ Kairi decided to clamp her hand over Sora’s mouth. Thank you for that. “Sora, you can’t tell her. Since she couldn’t find out today, she can wait till the rehearsal dinner.

“What? Kairi come on, that’s not fair. I mean Selphie and Olette got to find out. Why not me?” I really did need a logic dictionary for Kairi.

“I agree with Kairi!” Selphie decided to add her opinion in. “I mean why the rehearsal dinner? Postpone it until the wedding day.” She had a laughing fit as I knew she was planning some crazy idea. “Think of how romantic it would be if the mystery best man were to suddenly sweep our dear Naminé off of her feet.” She laughed some more and the other’s joined in.

“Better yet, what if was the one for Naminé. You know like you see in those dramas. It happens all the time. A friend’s fortune leads to another friend’s fortune.”Oh Olette, for someone so smart, you need to lay off of those dramas.

Just for the heck of it Kairi decided to join in the ‘let’s plan Naminé’s life’ conversation. “If we’re going with some drama clichés let’s add in that after finding her prince charming at my wedding, something horribly goes wrong separating the two lovers. Then girls, it’s up to us to patch things together and she’ll owe us big time. Not to mention at the end of their love story…” Kairi said slyly.

“A wedding!” All three shouted in unison much to my dismay.

“Honestly you guys. Things never happen that way. Besides, I don’t want to know my future just a name will do. Who is the best man?”

Sora looked at Kairi for an ‘ok’ sign. Already marriage was controlling him and their ‘I do’s’ were yet to be heard. But thank goodness Kairi nodded. Sora turned my way. “My best man and the guy who will accompany you is my best friend Roxas.”

Well, that did it. You can now throw Selphie’s, Olette’s, and Kairi’s love theories out the window. Roxas was highly an uncommon name and if this Roxas is the very same Roxas I know so well and hate, then I can assure you there is no love story. Period.

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A/N: There’s the first chapter! I hope you guys like this little intro to the story. Please review and tell me what you think. And as a favor please go to my profile and look at the ‘important’ note. It is in fact very important. Thanks for reading!