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kh_drabble2007-06-07 07:39 pm
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Title: Never Be This Girl
Author: Miss Kass
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: G
Characters: Larxene and Naminé
Word Count: 525
Summary: Didn’t the girl need to break free and let loose every once in a while?
Spoilers: If you know who Naminé is and what she does, you’re fine.
Disclaimer: Disney and Squeenix own everything KH related. =)
Challenge: [108] - Belle
The one thing that Larxene pondered as she opened Naminé’s little white drawing book, was how Naminé was able to stay so calm all the time. Didn’t the girl need to break free from the white room – white walls, white floor, white chair, white book – and let loose every once in a while?
The first drawing on the pad was utterly innocuous, just a half-finished sketch of the Keyblade Brat, swinging his infernal metal creation at the Heartless all around him. The second drawing was, too, half-finished, a picture of him and his companions (the dog and the duck) sitting on the train together, seemingly deep in conversation.
The third drawing, and the fourth, fifth and sixth, were of the Keyblade Brat and his other friends (the red haired girl and the grey haired boy) on the beach together, playing and laughing. These were all finished, but somewhat hurriedly so, mistakes littering the images. By this time Larxene was growing bored with the book, and contemplated just destroying the thing to invoke a little fire in Naminé. But then, she turned the page to reveal the seventh drawing…
The seventh drawing was an amazing splash of blue across the page. Larxene knew that Naminé could see Sora’s memories, but she had no idea that they were this vivid. This drawing was of a girl, tall and dressed in blue, swirling in dance across the paper. Scrawled underneath the picture in an almost childlike script, was Belle. Larxene smiled evilly as she tore the picture from the book, closing it roughly and throwing it back onto the table. So, little Naminé, this is where all your passion goes. Interesting.
Some time later – minutes, hours, days, it was always hard to tell in a town with perpetual twilight – Marluxia returned Naminé to her little white room, her ‘mission’ done for the day. She picked up her drawing pad and flicked through it to her newest drawing – Belle – determined to add more to it, maybe a background, a hall around her vision in blue. But when she reached the page, the drawing was gone, the tattered edges of the paper all that remained.
She closed the book quickly and spun around to see Larxene leaning against the wall, waving a scorched piece of paper around. “Looking for this?” Naminé lunged for Larxene and grabbed the paper from her hands, looking sadly at the destroyed drawing while the Savage Nymph simply stood there, grinning maniacally.
“Oh, little Naminé, have you not realised? However passionately you try, these silly dreams of yours will never come to pass. You will never be this girl.” Larxene disappeared into a dark portal, laughing sadistically as she left the distraught girl in her little white room, all alone with her tattered picture.
Naminé poked her pale fingers through the burn holes, tears falling to the page as she saw her hours of work all destroyed. Then, without warning, she let out a scream of pain and despair, Belle falling to the floor. And Larxene, just outside the door, smiled indulgently. Well, well, it seems like little Naminé isn’t quite so calm any more.
Author: Miss Kass
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: G
Characters: Larxene and Naminé
Word Count: 525
Summary: Didn’t the girl need to break free and let loose every once in a while?
Spoilers: If you know who Naminé is and what she does, you’re fine.
Disclaimer: Disney and Squeenix own everything KH related. =)
Challenge: [108] - Belle
The one thing that Larxene pondered as she opened Naminé’s little white drawing book, was how Naminé was able to stay so calm all the time. Didn’t the girl need to break free from the white room – white walls, white floor, white chair, white book – and let loose every once in a while?
The first drawing on the pad was utterly innocuous, just a half-finished sketch of the Keyblade Brat, swinging his infernal metal creation at the Heartless all around him. The second drawing was, too, half-finished, a picture of him and his companions (the dog and the duck) sitting on the train together, seemingly deep in conversation.
The third drawing, and the fourth, fifth and sixth, were of the Keyblade Brat and his other friends (the red haired girl and the grey haired boy) on the beach together, playing and laughing. These were all finished, but somewhat hurriedly so, mistakes littering the images. By this time Larxene was growing bored with the book, and contemplated just destroying the thing to invoke a little fire in Naminé. But then, she turned the page to reveal the seventh drawing…
The seventh drawing was an amazing splash of blue across the page. Larxene knew that Naminé could see Sora’s memories, but she had no idea that they were this vivid. This drawing was of a girl, tall and dressed in blue, swirling in dance across the paper. Scrawled underneath the picture in an almost childlike script, was Belle. Larxene smiled evilly as she tore the picture from the book, closing it roughly and throwing it back onto the table. So, little Naminé, this is where all your passion goes. Interesting.
Some time later – minutes, hours, days, it was always hard to tell in a town with perpetual twilight – Marluxia returned Naminé to her little white room, her ‘mission’ done for the day. She picked up her drawing pad and flicked through it to her newest drawing – Belle – determined to add more to it, maybe a background, a hall around her vision in blue. But when she reached the page, the drawing was gone, the tattered edges of the paper all that remained.
She closed the book quickly and spun around to see Larxene leaning against the wall, waving a scorched piece of paper around. “Looking for this?” Naminé lunged for Larxene and grabbed the paper from her hands, looking sadly at the destroyed drawing while the Savage Nymph simply stood there, grinning maniacally.
“Oh, little Naminé, have you not realised? However passionately you try, these silly dreams of yours will never come to pass. You will never be this girl.” Larxene disappeared into a dark portal, laughing sadistically as she left the distraught girl in her little white room, all alone with her tattered picture.
Naminé poked her pale fingers through the burn holes, tears falling to the page as she saw her hours of work all destroyed. Then, without warning, she let out a scream of pain and despair, Belle falling to the floor. And Larxene, just outside the door, smiled indulgently. Well, well, it seems like little Naminé isn’t quite so calm any more.
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I love this drabble. You captured Larxene's cruel personality wonderfully, and it's so sweet how Naminé drew a picture of Belle.
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