A/N: It's me again, with another Namixas. This time, I'm making a chaptered thing, but the chapters are much more shorter than what I usually write. I guess I really had to take a break from writing angsty stories, so I decided to write something like Alive. This happens pre-CoM.

Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to own Kingdom Hearts, like the millions of its adoring fans everywhere, I own only a copy of the game. -sighs-




Q u e s t i o n i n g


N a m i x a s

-In a world that was never supposed to be

nonexistent questions

asked by a nonexistent heart

deserve nonexistent answers-

by a nonexistent counterpart-



Naminé jerked her head up and shot the angriest glare she could muster at the blonde boy sitting across the table.

"You know, it'd be so much more scary," Roxas said loudly, scrunching up another piece of paper," if you actually felt angry."

"Shut it, Roxie," she snapped, throwing the ball of torn sketchpad back at him. "Don't you have a meeting or something to go to?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "If I did, I wouldn't be here, would I?"

She sighed. Why did all Nobodies have to be so sarcastic? Pursing her lips in the most annoyed expression she could remember, she turned her attention back to the piece of white paper in front of her.

It already had the makings of a staircase--a white one, much like that spiral staircase Demyx had always pestered Xemnas to build. Why exactly did Demyx want a spiral one? She had never bothered to ask, and likely wasn't going to anytime soon, since the water-loving Nobody was still getting over getting his mullet burned horribly by Axel.

Why was she drawing a staircase? She had no plan to be Organization XIII's resident architect, thank you very much. She just had this weird urge to draw a staircase. With all these Shadows over it. Strange.

But then again, when was being a Nobody anything but strange?


"Roxas," she growled, without looking up from the paper ,"stop annoying me."

"I have a question."

"What?" The back of her neck prickled, meaning that right now, Roxas was giving her the Look. She sighed and glanced up at him.


A ball of paper hit her squarely between the eyes.

"That is the stupidest question I have ever had the misfortune to come across," she scowled, shooting Roxas another glare. Her fingers itched to throw her pencil at him.

He grinned. "Now that I have your utmost attention---" he leant forward. "How come you can draw so well?"

She stared at him.

Roxas' brows furrowed once again. "Hey, stop staring at me, I'm the one asking, you know."

Naminé raised an eyebrow and shrugged, moving her pencil smoothly against the paper. "Practice?"

"You've only been here for what---a year? You can't learn to draw that good that fast."

She put her pencil down and stared him straight in the eye. "I'm desperate. Drawing is the only time when I catch glimpses of my memories, and my sketches are all I have, Roxas. You, at least, have something to tell you who your Other is. Me? I don't have anything. Anything at all for me to remember."

He shifted uncomfortably, lowering his eyes, obviously surprised at her seriousness. "Oh. Okay."

She bowed her head and continued to sketch in silence, hoping that it was enough to conceal her smile.



There. Not much of a plot, but I wanted to get it out of my system. It's such a joy to be updating three stories now, wouldn't it? Hah. I'd really appreciate reviews. Flamers are welcome.