Random: Yes, "Free Fate" is finally ALIVE! I've been thinking out a bunch of dramatic, and traumatizing issues to put Namine through and they will actaully take form now! WHOOPEE! But before I let you read the Prologue, you have to know that THIS STORY IS BASED OFF READER'S VOTES. I have planned this fanfic out so that there is a vote at the end of each chapter,that must be answered in the review. But if there isn't enough to continue, there is a default option, which will also be shown at the bottom.Another warning, this involves: Roxine, Namiku, Marlumine, and Somine. Each vote determines which guy will Namine choose in the end. You have been notified.
Dis-whatver: Seriously, if i owned KH, we wouldn't be here. --'
The doorbell to my Victorian styled home rang once, but I jumped nearly ten feet. My father chuckled at my abrupt behavior.
"Calm down, Naminé. We both know who that is." He winked suggestively, and yes, we both did know who was at he door. I smiled wholeheartedly at him and practically sprinted to the door.
I threw the white door open, and stuffy, humid air blew into my face. I never noticed how hot it was outside. Suddenly I was burning up—but that was due to my boyfriend on my porch, standing tall, yet goofy.
Yes, my goofy Sora.
"H-hi Sora," I took a fleeting glance behind me to my father then closed the door. I didn't want my father to "interrupt" anything that was about to happen.
I should have. But that wouldn't have changed anything.
I looked back, and spotted fireflies whizzing past Sora's back. It was then that I took note that the sun was about to set. The sky was a mix of red, pink, orange, and yellow all thrown together coordinately to create a scene only viewed on movies or exquisite paintings.
"Hey…Naminé. Look, can we…talk, maybe?" His sky-blue eyes didn't reach my own cerulean ones. His darted from the floor, to my left wrist. The wrist that symbolized my relationship with Sora; a charm for every extraordinary moment between us.
He was my world. My everything.
"Uh, sure. Swinging bench okay?" I asked, while pointing to the green bench on my right. He nodded while staring straight at it. We sat, but neither one of us said a word. I really wanted to say how I had missed him over the weekend. I wanted to tell him how happy he was making me just by stopping by. I wanted to say a lot of things but my boyfriend's expression kept me silent.
His forehead was wrinkled, creased with…concentration or worry? His eyes were darkened, no longer bright and exuberant. I thought a saw red lining but I wasn't sure.
I should have caught a sign by then, but I was oblivious.
"Sora…is there something wrong?" I finally managed to muster up my voice. He shifted form his previous hunched-over position, and straightened the posture. His hand intertwined with mine. He finally locked gazes with me.
"This is so hard for me Naminé…I never even thought this would happen…" His hand squeezed mine. I held it tighter.
"Hard?" My voice wavered with worry. "What's happening Sora?" My brows furrowed, and something was yelling the answer in the back of my head. I didn't listen. The only sound I wanted to hear was Sora's voice. Nothing else.
He zeroed in on my wristlet, and stroked it. "You've held onto this bracelet ever since I first gave it to you, huh? …I don't know whether to be happy about that or not." The little voice in my head was growing louder, stronger.
If I had listened, it all would've been easier.
"I've held onto it because that's when you first told me how you felt. How you truly loved me with all your heart…" My tone softened. I wanted to make sure Sora knew that I'd love him matter what. Because if this was about him having a double life as a criminal or something, I wanted him to know that I'd stand by his side. Forever.
"And you said it back." He finished for me. I nodded.
"Yes, Sora, I love you." I thought I should've said more, but nothing expressed how much I really did love him. Nothing sufficed; nothing had enough power to describe the feelings Sora gave me, nothing.
"Naminé, I love you to…" I smiled, relieved that this was just something just being blown out of proportion.
"But I have to let you go." My smile was wiped clear off my face.
It felt like everyone on Earth had just thrown 2-ton bricks at my heart. Someone had stomped on it, kicked it, smothered it, and burned it into smithereens. I slipped my hand from his so I could push it against my chest.
Oh God, that pain was immeasurable.
Yes, Sora had punched a hole where my heart should've been. But instead, were burning edges that were greedily beginning to engulf the now empty space.
"What?" It sounded like a hiss, but it softened to pain. "…A-are you seeing someone e-else?" I spoke after a silence that lasted somewhat near forever.
"No. No one else." His tone was hurt, and so was mine. The fire spread from the hole.
"Then, why, Sora, why?" I cried. He cringed. I didn't care if my father interrupted this. No, I would continue anyway. If Sora was going to destroy my heart—rip it out, and leave it, cold turkey—I at least deserved answer.
He looked down, the shadow of his bangs covered his eyes, but I still witnessed to the tear that stroked his tan face.
"Im moving away Naminé. All the way to Tokyo, Japan."
Was it possible to feel your heart and soul torn from you, twice?
I couldn't describe this agony. Not only was he breaking up with me, but also he was moving away. Far Away. Destiny Islands--…Japan was nowhere near here. It was at least a 2-day flight…or more.
"S-Sora…" I couldn't form my sentence. It was lost into the large lump in my throat that forced more ache on me.
"Both of my parents got new jobs there." He in took a sharp breath. "Naminé, no one can take care of me here, not while they're in Japan—"
"Y-you can stay with us! Me and my D-dad have an extra room, y-you could stay—"
"I wish it was that easy, Naminé. I really do. But, I already went over every single situation with my parents and they said 'no' to every one of them. They won't listen. I've tried."
My hope was diminished. Another awkward, and excruciating silence engulfed us. What could we say? Sorry? No, we couldn't. Nothing would help.
"You can't leave me…please…" I knew I sounded pathetic, but begging seemed the only option.
I gripped the sleeve of his vest as tight as possible. He looked up with parted lips—my own trembled—, his face was full of pain, sorrow, his tears fell as fast as mine.
He pulled me into an embrace, holding me tight against him. I wrapped my arms around him. My head was nuzzled into his chest, and his cheek was on my head. I could feel liquid running down my hair.
"I even asked if you could go with us…I never would've done this if I didn't have to. Never. I…I…" We both knew that he was going to say 'I love you' but the hurt was just too much to handle.
I cried so much that I fell asleep in Sora's arms. I woke the next morning; only to find out Sora was on a plane to Tokyo. Gone. Forever.
I didn't know that was the last time I'd see Sora—or even talk to him. He didn't call, he didn't e-mail, didn't even write. Nothing, noda, zilch. That day, Sora Hikari had left my life…for good.
I thought.
Random: Annoying cryptic messages, heh, gotta love 'em! Well, actaully they make plenty of sense when you read the next chapters. Speaking of that, chap 1 should be up by late today or tommorrow. Depends on the feedback...
VoTe: Who do you want Namine to end up with?
A-->Roxas B-->Riku C-->Marluxia or D-->Sora, again ?
Right off the bat, I have to know. Im probably going to ask this again during the middle chapter. Just to see if the numbers change.
Well, if oyu think the story is a good idea, please review, cuz i really want "FF" to fly, ya know? But it really depends on reviewers. And to any readers of "MPL", that will be ending soon, and Free Fate will be much better organized!
Flamers: Bring it.
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