The Number Thirteen
Dedicated to all the Sora/Kairi and Roxas/Namine fans, who remind me I'm not alone.
"…and this would be your room."
Axel stuffed his hand in his pocket as he opened the door. Roxas was standing behind him, looking over his shoulder to take a look at his quarters. He wasn't really sure that what he was doing was the right thing – joining this so-called Organization. But what else was he to do? He couldn't even remember what happened to him – all he knew was that his name was Roxas, and that he was fifteen years old.
"Where's your room, Axel?" Roxas found himself asking. Axel made a sound, like he spat on the floor or something, and cocked his head to one side.
"What, you're gonna sneak in to my room when you get all scared at night?" he said acidly. He looked at Roxas with a look that clearly said 'what do I care', and turned on his heel.
Roxas glared at him. "No need to get all touchy."
"Whatever, kid," was the reply. "Look, just get to the meeting room when the big boss calls for it, alright? I don't want to be responsible for your ass if he gets all cranky. Got it memorized?"
The blonde boy blinked. "Er…right."
"Later."
And with those words, the redheaded man was out of his room, with his footsteps resounding through the halls. There was a great clap of thunder, and a gush of wind, and when Roxas poked his head out of his doorway, Axel was nowhere in sight.
"…weirdos." Roxas muttered, walking over to one of the many large windows that lined his bedroom. They started from the floor and reached high up to the ceiling, ending in insignias which he could recall tattooed on the foreheads of the Nobodies. The pale orange light that came from the sky cast shadows along the white marble floor of his room, along with his own.
Hopefully his stay here would be quite meaningful.
o o o
It had been a few days since he arrived at the strange estate that man named Xemnas had brought him to. Not that it had been a bore at all – no, it was definitely far from that – but the antics of the rest of the residents were getting quite old. The death threats that came from every direction and darting to every person apparently was a normal occurrence, as Axel had told him.
Roxas shuffled his feet along the white corridor. Today was a bit different – just a bit, though. A few floors below Demyx and Marluxia were fighting it out, with Marluxia often taunting the sitar-boy that he was useless and that the only thing he was doing was helping his flowers grow. The only comebacks that Demyx could come up with were that Marluxia was obviously gay, and that he had the hots for Axel, which made Axel retort with a wall of flames.
In other words, it was a melee downstairs.
Roxas was never the one for noise. He would prefer to space out while sitting on the edges of clock towers while staring at the sunset, actually. Or just dream about this weird other half of his and his other half's memory, something to that effect. Seeing that there were no clock towers in the estate, and that all that there was was this strange white castle they were all living in, Roxas made it a choice to explore all of it until he knew every nook and cranny.
He had come across it yesterday, as he spaced out once again and stared out of his window-lined room, he saw a tall tower quite a distance away. He had asked Axel what it was, since apparently Axel was the only person who was safe enough to approach.
"What's that over there?" he asked.
"That tower? Why?"
"What do you mean 'why'?"
"Why are you asking me what that tower was?"
"I was just curious."
"Better stop being curious, it killed the cat."
And with that, their conversation ended. Not that Roxas didn't have anything to retort, like he'd be better off dead, but because Larxene just teleported into the hall and charged at Axel with her kunais.
"You bastard! Where did you put my book!"
Axel took a step back as Larxene stopped in front of him, face close to his, eyes narrowed in fury.
"What book?"
"You asshole!"
Seeing that Axel was in no condition to answer him if he asked any more, Roxas had decided that he'd go to that tower on his own to see what that tower was all about.
And so there he was. Walking down the (always) white corridor that led to (hopefully) the tower he had seen, avoiding the growing ruckus downstairs. It was better to explore the castle anyway, because he knew that if he stayed downstairs long enough he'd get dragged into the fight as well.
Finally, after a few minutes of climbing a spiral staircase, he arrived at a door – it was large and white (like everything else) with golden handles. He took one and opened the door.
And was surprised at what he saw.
When Roxas thought he'd never be sick of the color white, he was wrong. When he entered the room, all he saw was white – white ceiling, white curtains, white floor, white walls. The furniture were white, and so were the pillars that lined the room. The only splashes of color he saw were the gold decorations on the chandelier and the gold lines on the table and chairs. And the shade of white was different, compared to the rest of the castle – the other rooms were white, but sort of darker compared to this. If it was possible, this room was blindingly white, whiter than the rest of the estate.
"Argh," Roxas grunted, squinting and shielding his face with his hand as the whiteness of it all blinded him. "Why is everything so damn white around here –
"…Sora?"
The boy blinked. And blinked, and blinked. It took him a while to get used to the overwhelming whiteness, but once he did, he was surprised.
…how could a girl like her live in a place like this?
Author's notes: Ooh, chaptered Roxas/Namine? Are you kidding me?
Well, no. Not kidding.
I do hope to continue this. Their love is just so tragic. So help them not to be tragic by reviewing. :D
P.S: Let's just ignore the fact that by the time this happens, half of the Org members are supposed to be dead….if we follow canon. What are Roxas/Namines called, anyway? We have Sorettes and Sokairis and Kaioras…
Heeheehee.