Dance With The Devil

They told her he was dangerous, but she didn't know exactly what she was getting herself into…

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters.

Chapter 1: Don't You Know When To Stop?

Click… click… Her heels tapped against the floor, echoing off of the high ceilings and empty halls.

Tick… tick… The clock on the wall she was passing moved slowly, lethargic almost.

Click… Tick… Click… Tick… She stopped in the hall, glancing at the time.

6:21 pm

She always walked by that clock at 6:21 pm… Her heels always coordinated with the ticking of the clock. She turned away, not sure she wanted to think about her dull, routine life.

The windows creating the walls to her right exposed gloomy light. She watched the fog roll on the streets below, and wondered when it would hurry and rain. The humid air was causing her hair to frizz up, and for her to break a sweat even getting to her car.

"Naminé…" The voice was like a whisper on dead wind. It came from half way down the hall, and when she turned, she saw the tall, handsome man walking briskly towards her.

She fumbled on her next words, blinking stupidly in front of him, before leaning against the wall casually. "Hey… Rhiley…"

He walked straight up to her, and suddenly, a familiar fantasy began playing in her head. She would stare love struck in his eyes, the brunette mirroring her expression, while he swept her off her feet, gave her a promotion, and told her they'd be together forever.

This is what really happened:

He walked, almost teasingly up to her, that small, crooked smile playing across his lips. Her knees shook beneath her, and she cursed that small, quick clicking noise her heels made.

"Did you get all of those papers copied?"

She seemed to need to lean against the wall again for support this time, rather than looking good. "Oh…" Biting her lip, her eyes darted nervously around. "Yeah, they're on your desk."

"That's why I love you, Naminé…" He nodded, stuffing his hands so casually back into his pockets.

Damn him – and his casual pocket stuffing! He walked away then, without so much as a 'have a good night'. She stayed two hours late every night – so many times that he had gotten used to it. Whether she got paid for it or not, was a hit or miss, but she did religiously every day, just to please him – just to make him notice her small existence in his glorified company.

She turned, and slowly moved down the hallway long after her manager was out of sight. Suddenly, her heels dragged behind the ticks of the clock. She didn't feel the need to be so prominent anymore…

But after a shitty night's sleep with her neighbors' headboard thumping against the wall where her head was, her jealousy rising because somehow, her awkward landlord could get a partner, and she couldn't, she'd come back somehow rejuvenated in her infatuation for the man…

She didn't really know when to stop, and no one was telling her otherwise…

?

She pushed on the door to her apartment after unlocking it. When nothing budged, she shoved harder, her petite body weight not being enough to open it. Standing back, she ran at it, jumping, and falling face first on the ground when the door easily swung open.

She bounced back up, glancing into the hallway to make sure no one saw her. It was fine – there was only that guy who delivered papers to the apartment across the staircase, and she was certain he didn't see.

Before he could turn, she slammed the door again, adjusting her pencil skirt, and turning just to yelp.

"Naminé!" Her best friend beamed at her, violet eyes glimmering.

"When did you get here?"

"I've been here since this morning…" She nodded, like it wasn't a big deal. "I went grocery shopping for you, since you had like… no food…"

The blonde girl smiled – that was nice – "You owe me seventy five dollars," suddenly the redhead didn't seem so nice.

"How? When I never asked you to go – that's like, a present or something, isn't it?"

The girl on the couch snorted, but grinned and shrugged, "Sure…" She glanced around, "You have such a nice paying job – why do you live in such a shit place?"

She looked around, parroting her best friend. It didn't seem that bad, and she stood with her arms crossed protectively. "There's nothing wrong with this place…"

"Where'd you get all this stuff? Your mother's house? Go buy yourself something pretty, wear something pretty and –"

"I'm saving up for a house."

"You have to meet a boy to fill up that house."

Naminé's words fell flat. Her arguments always landed on deaf ears. There was no convincing that party animal of a best friend that she was eventually going to win her boss over. Kairi never thought so, but as the days went on, the back of the blonde's mind thought that she could be right.

"Don't be so hard on me," she moved to the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of wine.

"Wine? Like red wine? Like people in their thirties drink so they don't get wrinkles as fast?" She shook her friend, "We're going to do something spontaneous!"

"Ugh." Was the only answer she received.

"Let's go! Throw on some shorts and a tank top! Look cute, we're going out! Now!"

"I –"

"I'm buying you a tattoo!"

And suddenly the world became a little dimmer, though her eyes got a bit wider. "What? No –"

"No arguing!" Kairi was headstrong… Naminé hated it.

Click… click… Her flats tapped against the ground as they ran down the ancient staircase of her apartment building.

Tick… tick… tick… She could faintly hear the clock as she left it in the dust.

Click… Tick… Click… Click… Tick… Click… Click… Click… She was leaving that same boring rhythm behind.

Maybe this could be a new beginning for her? She was doing something daring for once…

The thought made her want to throw back up her lunch.

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A/N: A new style for me… Let me know what you think about it… I know it's short – it's supposed to be. Have fun! XD