Author's Notes: Wrote this almost immediately after I beat 358/2 Days. Hopefully it speaks for itself. Spoilers for the end of the game, if you know what you're looking for. Takes place during KH2 - the infamous period during which Kairi is Axel's hostage.

Just a Glimmer

She won't look at him; she hasn't for quite some time, now. The world they've arrived on is shrouded by nightfall, and they're both exhausted – he, from running, and she, from being forced to as well. She'd been shivering before, but her pride had kept her from voicing a complaint, so he'd taken the initiative and started a fire.

It silhouettes her, now, as she sits in front of it with her arms around her knees, soaking in its warmth. The dim light reminds him vaguely of sunset, and of course that thought leads him to think of Roxas. The young woman before him doesn't know it yet, but she's going to help him see Roxas again. Or at least, he hopes so. It's worth a shot; he's already in over his head with the Organization, and he has little left to lose.

In the moments before he allows his eyes to rest, his gaze lingers on her profile. In this lighting, her hair looks darker than it really is. There's something nostalgic about her that he can't quite place, and at first, he thinks to himself that it's because he's seen her before, through Naminé. But that isn't quite it…

Her eyes dart toward him, finally, and she scowls before burying her face in her arms. He shakes his head clear of the almost-memory and reclines back on one arm. Whatever his mind was trying to recall, it's gone now, and he isn't sure why, but it leaves him feeling even more hollow than usual.