Sakura
By: Koorino Megumi

Happy birthday to the wonderful and amazing Rem-chan! I hope you can have a wonderful day.


Of all the different things that Naminé spent her time drawing, flowers were her favorite.

She had a feeling that there was some reason--probably something to do with the past she no longer had. After all, locked in Castle Oblivion, she had no way to go out and look at flowers. She could see flowers in the memories of others, but those weren't the flowers she drew. These flowers were hers, from somewhere inside; she knew it. But the exact source of her inspiration didn't really matter to her. All that mattered was that she liked drawing flowers, and in any moment that she could spare from her work for the Organization, that was what she drew.

When the Organization members caught her, most of them would scold her. It was a waste of time, or a waste of her gift, to draw such pointless, frivolous pictures when there was a whole array of useful things she could be drawing.

Marluxia was the only one who seemed to understand. He would look carefully at her flower drawings and sometimes nod in approval. Then he would tell her to get back to work--but gently, as though he wanted more flowers from her as much as she wanted to draw them.

Once she tried to draw his flowers. He seemed to like the drawing, but all he would say was that she still had a lot to learn about sakura before using her magic on them. She hadn't really understood what he meant, but she had listened and stuck to what he called "simpler" blossoms. It wasn't because she was afraid of upsetting him. Mostly, she just hadn't liked what he seemed to mean.

After all, when she drew flowers, she wasn't using her magic, was she? Flowers were alive, yes, but they weren't people. They had no chain of memories to break or damage. Her drawings were just that, drawings. That was the only time that they were just drawings.

Weren't they?

When Sora came to Castle Oblivion, Naminé stopped drawing flowers. She no longer had any right to "waste her gift." No one even had to tell her that was the case--she simply knew.

The next time she drew a flower, it was a star-shaped charm and a promise, and it wasn't just a drawing, and she knew it.

She vowed then that she would never draw a flower ever again--because flowers could be magic, and they could hurt people, and they did.

And she never drew another.


One quiet afternoon on Destiny Islands, Kairi took out a piece of paper and began to draw a blossom that she had never seen before.

When she was finished, she smiled and put the picture on her wall.

Sakura.

She felt like it meant something, but she couldn't think of what. All she knew was that drawing the flowers made her feel happy, and that was all that mattered to her.