Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, nor do I own any of the amazing characters that make up the games.
So this will be my second story on here! It's a little darker than And That's When Fate Stepped In, but hopefully people will still read this one :P
BTW: The story's title is inspired by the song "Fix You" by Coldplay.
Namine let out a small sigh as the final bell rang, signaling the end of the last day of school. She kept her head down as she made her way through the halls, though she could still feel the stares of the people she passed.
Namine had never been comfortable being the center of attention. When at all possible, she always did her best to stay on the outskirts, prefering to let her friends have the spotlight. And that's exactly what she had done, ever since she was little.
Until last month.
May 15, at 1:37 in the morning, to be exact. When she awoke to the sound of sirens and the smell of smoke. When she opened her eyes to see bright orange and red flames and thick, black smoke coming from down the hall. When she frantically screamed for her mother and father as she was being pulled from her burning house by a firefighter.
When her parents never made it out.
Ever since that horrific night, Namine has been in the glaring spotlight. Constantly feeling the pitiful stares of those around her. Listening to everyone's attempt to comfort her. And most of all, suddenly being labeled in everyone's minds.
"The girl whose parents died in a fire."
Namine finally made her way out of the school. She kept walking, leaving behind the stares, the whispers. Finally, she made it to her destination; the local park.
She quickly scanned the area until her eyes fell on her usual spot. A willow tree stood in the far corner of the park, away from the popular hang-out spot by the wishing fountain and away from the blitzball field. Namine made her way over to it, taking out her phone and checking her voicemail. She had one missed call from her Aunt Mami.
"Hey, honey, it's me. I'm going to be over at Mrs. Yamazaki's house, she needs help getting ready for her dinner party. I won't be home until 9:00 at the earliest, so if you get hungry there are some leftovers in the fridge you can heat up. I'll see you when I get back, ok? I love you, Nami!" *click*
Namine sighed, stowing her phone back into her bag. When she finally reached the willow tree, she parted the branches and took her usual spot leaning against the tree. As she took out her sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, she finally let out a breath that she seemed to have been holding in all day.
Poising the pencil above the paper, she closed her eyes for a moment. Then, as she started to draw, she felt herself slipping into a familiar trance. She wasn't just holding the pencil; she WAS the pencil. She continued that way for hours on end, thinking of nothing but the pencil in her hand, the sketchbook in her lap, and the creations that she was putting down on paper. The sun started making its way down to the horizon, and still she continued to draw.
It was peace. Blissful, unequivocal peace.
Suddenly, the sound of quick and heavy footsteps, rustling, gasping for breath, and her peace was shattered.
Namine's head snapped up from her drawing.
There, standing in her small sanctuary hidden by the leaves of the tree, was a boy. He had spiky blonde hair and was wearing a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. His face was hidden, as he was currently standing hunched over, hands on his knees, panting heavily.
Namine hesitated. She wasn't entirely sure that the boy was aware of her presence. She finally let out a soft cough.
The boy lifted his head up, surprised by the sound. As soon as he did so, Namine was immediately stricken dumb.
His eyes. They were an astonishing shade of blue, unlike anything she had every seen before. She was vaguely away that she wasn't breathing.
The boy, still gasping for breath, let out a hoarse cough, releasing Namine from her trance-like state. Embarrassed, Namine quickly tore her eyes away and looked down, blushing. The boy then spoke, in a softer voice than she would have suspected.
"Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be here," he said, still breathing somewhat shallow. "Do you mind if I sit here for a bit?" the boy asked, looking at her questioningly.
Namine shook her head, scooting over a bit to let the boy have the tree trunk to lean on. The boy mumbled a 'thanks' and plopped down on the ground heavily, leaning against the tree trunk with a sigh.
Namine looked at the boy for a few moments, shook her head as if she were dreaming, then went back to her drawing. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, the sounds of Namine's pencil on paper mixing with the boy's breathing, which was becoming less labored. Namine had all but forgotten the boy's presence as she drew. That is, until—
Namine looked up to see the boy's gaze on her open sketchbook page. The look on his face made her self conscious.
"What?" she asked, slightly flustered.
"The Twilight Town clock tower, right?" the boy asked, glancing at her, a hint of awe in his voice.
Namine blushed. "Yes,"she said softly, glancing down at her drawing, which indeed depicted a sunset view of the clock tower in her home town. She wasn't entirely sure why she was drawing it. It had just popped into her head earlier, and without even thinking she had started on it.
"May I…?" the boy asked tentatively, gesturing towards the drawing in the sketchbook.
Namine's cheeks reddened even further. She couldn't even remember the last time someone had asked to see her sketchbook. Maybe that was because she didn't draw in public anymore. She usually couldn't concentrate with all of the staring…
For some reason, though, Namine nodded, handing over her sketchbook to the mysterious boy. The boy flipped through each page in silence, studying each drawing carefully, really examining the details. Namine hugged her knees, wondering why she was even letting this random boy look through her drawings.
When the boy was finished, he carefully shut the sketchbook and handed it back to her.
"Those are fantastic," he said sincerely. Namine began to think that her cheeks would be forever red.
"Thank you…" Namine said shyly, looking down at her lap.
"Don't mention it," the boy said, getting to his feet. "Hey, thanks for letting me stick around here for a bit," he added, brushing off his pants, looking down at Namine. She looked up to find a small lopsided smile on his face.
"Sure thing," Namine said, giving him a small hint of a smile in return.
The boy looked at her for a moment, a strange look coming across his face. Then he said in his same soft voice, "Well then…guess I'll see you around." And with that, he turned to go. Before leaving, however, he cast one more short glance back at Namine, then parted the branches and left the quiet of the sanctuary.
Namine stared at the spot where he had disappeared.
That was odd…
The boy ran away from the tree, images of the mysterious girl ingrained in his mind.
There was something all too familiar about the way her shoulders had slumped, how her eyes seemed unusually pained, saddened. How she barely smiled, even when he had complimented her on her incredible drawings.
He knew that look. He knew it all too well.
Because he had worn that same look all those months ago. Because he still wore that same look every night since the car accident. Ever since his mom had died.
He slowed to a walk as he turned onto his street. He didn't want to go home. It's where he had been running from in the first place. His dad would surely be in a rage, as usual. But if he could just sneak in and grab his guitar, maybe a change of clothes, without his dad seeing him…
He sighed. He knew it was no use.
He would walk in the house and face his dad. He would get called a 'worthless piece of shit' and probably have something thrown at him. Then he would be sent up to his room, where he would have to stay until his dad finally fell asleep. That's when he would sneak downstairs with his guitar and clothes, raid the fridge, and head somewhere random for the night, quietly playing his guitar until he fell asleep.
That's what he did back in Twilight Town since his mom was killed. And that's what he planned to do in this new town, this 'Radiant Garden'.
He finally reached his house. For some reason, he thought of the mysterious girl. He had an odd feeling that he would see her again sometime soon.
For the first time in a long while, he had something to look forward to.
And with that thought burning in his mind, he took a deep breath and walked into his house and into the impending storm.
So, what do you think?
I'm always open to suggestions/constructive criticism, it's always refreshing to hear what people think about what I'm writing so far! :)