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Title: To Belong
Word count: 389
Spoilers/Notes: Takes place during the CoM timeline. No major spoilers, just a bit on Naminé’s identity. PG rating.
The first time she saw it was in a dream.
It had been another restless night, dark, with shadows dancing formlessly on the white walls of her room. But it was a beautiful place she saw – all blue sky and aqua sea and golden-white sand, palm trees delicately scattered about. An island, a world of beauty such as Naminé had never seen before.
I’ve never dreamed anything like this before…
The world was bright, happy, calm, everything this world was not. Everything she wasn’t allowed to be, couldn’t be. And yet it seemed so familiar…
Why does it seem like I know it?
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The second time she saw it was another dream, more vivid than the first, and this time with others in it.
There were the two boys, one with caramel-colored hair and one with silvery-white. She knew who they were, of course; she had long ago been told about Sora and Riku. But she did not know what they were doing on this island.
And then there was a girl, that girl, the one Naminé saw so often in her dreams. The girl whose red hair and sapphire eyes sparkled in the island sun, who ran after the boys cheerfully, who called out happily to anything and everything. The girl who could rightfully call Naminé “Shadow.”
This island, it… it must be their home…
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The third time she saw it was in a drawing of her own creation, a simple but beautiful sketch of the island and its inhabitants. The bright colors starkly contrasted with the white nothingness surrounding, somehow brightened it up. Marluxia saw the drawing the next day, and grimaced.
“So, Naminé. You’re thinking of your home. Well, you know the path of the Nobody – you can dream all you want, but you’ll never be whole. You’ll never belong.”
And that was when she realized – the island was just a place, another place she could never go to. This island wasn’t Naminé’s home – it was hers. Naminé’s only home was here, trapped in a chair in her tiny blank room.
She stood up, quiet, and hung the cheerful drawing on her wall right beside the one of the castle. Two homes, and only one she belonged in, only one she could call her own home.
She buried her head in her hands and was silent.
Title: To Belong
Word count: 389
Spoilers/Notes: Takes place during the CoM timeline. No major spoilers, just a bit on Naminé’s identity. PG rating.
The first time she saw it was in a dream.
It had been another restless night, dark, with shadows dancing formlessly on the white walls of her room. But it was a beautiful place she saw – all blue sky and aqua sea and golden-white sand, palm trees delicately scattered about. An island, a world of beauty such as Naminé had never seen before.
I’ve never dreamed anything like this before…
The world was bright, happy, calm, everything this world was not. Everything she wasn’t allowed to be, couldn’t be. And yet it seemed so familiar…
Why does it seem like I know it?
---
The second time she saw it was another dream, more vivid than the first, and this time with others in it.
There were the two boys, one with caramel-colored hair and one with silvery-white. She knew who they were, of course; she had long ago been told about Sora and Riku. But she did not know what they were doing on this island.
And then there was a girl, that girl, the one Naminé saw so often in her dreams. The girl whose red hair and sapphire eyes sparkled in the island sun, who ran after the boys cheerfully, who called out happily to anything and everything. The girl who could rightfully call Naminé “Shadow.”
This island, it… it must be their home…
---
The third time she saw it was in a drawing of her own creation, a simple but beautiful sketch of the island and its inhabitants. The bright colors starkly contrasted with the white nothingness surrounding, somehow brightened it up. Marluxia saw the drawing the next day, and grimaced.
“So, Naminé. You’re thinking of your home. Well, you know the path of the Nobody – you can dream all you want, but you’ll never be whole. You’ll never belong.”
And that was when she realized – the island was just a place, another place she could never go to. This island wasn’t Naminé’s home – it was hers. Naminé’s only home was here, trapped in a chair in her tiny blank room.
She stood up, quiet, and hung the cheerful drawing on her wall right beside the one of the castle. Two homes, and only one she belonged in, only one she could call her own home.
She buried her head in her hands and was silent.
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