paixaorpg | Let's have a chat [Completed]

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Let's have a chat [Completed]

Character(s): Xemnas and Naminé.
Content: The Superior has some "catching up" to do.
Setting: Outside Nammer's apartment to MYSTERIOUS LOCATION OF WHITE. ...yeah.
Time: Afternoon, week 22
Warnings: ....Xemnas? 8D

The Dusks had located her and checked the surroundings for unwanted guests before the portal of darkness opened. Out stepped the Superior of Organization XIII, robed in black and hood pulled down so that she can see his piercing gaze and amused smirk. The witch may have been dressed differently to hide her appearance, but that did not save her. He knew. He always knew.

A remaining Dusk lurked nearby, cutting off any attempt for her to try and escape - not that even she would be foolish enough to think she could succeed.

"Come with me and I will not harm the people you call 'friend'," he told her coolly.

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Naminé had just gotten it into her head to try to walk outside a little bit when she spotted the portal. She'd wanted to get a little fresh air, but that sickening sound and the sight of something all-too familiar made the fear, or whatever this was, well up inside her. Panicking a little, she turned towards the door to go back inside the apartment, only to find it blocked by a dusk.

No.. no, no, no!

Naminé turned back to Xemnas. He knew. She'd been a fool to try to hide and if she tried to run, she'd put everyone in danger. Roxas, Timon, Simba, Vyers... even Xion.

Xion... what would happen to her? Naminé hoped he didn't know that Xion had been helping them hide from the Organization. She lowered her head and then removed the robe hiding her true form. As if there had ever been any doubt.

"...Okay." It was one simple word, but as she walked closer to him, her grip slackened on the robe. She didn't let it fall just yet, though, not until she was at the bare edge of the portal. If she could just let it fall behind her, then Timon... well he'd freak, but at least she could be sure they'd know where she was.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, as though they could hear her.

The portal opened into a white room, not a door in sight. He stepped across the floor away from her, and the portal closed. "It has been some time," he commented idly. "It seems as though you have forgotten things, Naminé." He glanced over his shoulder to the witch. His smirk had fallen. He was now getting down to business.

"You apologized, before we came here," he continued. "Not to me, of course." Though she should if she knew what was good for her. "Who, I wonder? Who else would possibly accept a Nobody?"

Following behind Xemnas, Naminé stepped out of the portal, feeling her life back at Castle Oblivion coming to haunt her as the dark corridor closed behind them. The white was very familiar and she didn't like that at all, either. His words, however, cut her deeply, and she shivered a little, letting her head bow towards the floor as she came to a stop.

"F-forgotten?" What could she have forgotten? She searched her memory desperately, but came up empty. What was he talking about?

The rest made her flinch and she shook her head. "No one. It was just an illusion." The sad thing was, Naminé had no idea anymore if that was true or not. On the one hand, she thought Timon was just using her, but sometimes it seemed as though he might actually-

No, it wasn't right of her to think that. She was a Nobody. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just... nothing.

"Forgotten," he repeated with a shake of his head and then gestured up the the white ceiling. He turned a sharp eye towards her. "You belong to Organization XIII. Never forget that your will is only an illusion." He took the word that she used and threw it right back at her, then wheeled around and stepped closer.

"Yes, illusions. You seem to have many of those, do you not?" He chuckled slowly. "Any 'friend' of yours merely wants one thing - and one thing alone - to use you. You are a tool, Naminé. To everyone."

Edited 2010-06-21 16:17 (UTC)

Naminé didn't want to believe what Xemnas was saying, but she couldn't help listening. She'd spent her whole life being told that she was nothing. As a Nobody, she was nothing, but even among Nobodies, she was nothing but a tool. Not even DiZ had offered her the courtesy of calling her worthwhile. She wasn't worth anything to anyone.

But no... what about Sora? Sora said- He'd probably been lying, too. Didn't they all? But she wouldn't believe it... Sora had treated her differently... Timon had said Simba worried about her. Was Simba different, too? And what about Xion?

Naminé pushed the questions to the back of her mind and simply focused on what Xemnas was saying. An illusion. Everything an illusion. She just nodded once, not allowing Xemnas the pleasure of seeing how his words affected her. Or trying not to. And probably failing.

"Yes," she admitted softly. "I know."

What else did he want? Surely, he wouldn't have pulled her here just to show off his power over her? Would he...? Maybe. Maybe she was just stuck here, a prisoner like everyone else, only worse, much worse. She was afraid of what they were going to force her to do.

"I will not have you disrupting our plans with foolish whims. If you fall a fraction out of line, I will hand you over to Number XII and see to it that she is allowed free reign to those you have thought to ally yourself to."

A grin curled across his face. "For now, I will allow you to be a proper witch. Keeping the keybladers close, weaved under your spell." His laughter grew. "You will always be within our watch. You cannot escape us. No one can."

Edited 2010-06-21 19:01 (UTC)

That brought Naminé's head up sharply with a soft gasp of surprise, the fear written clearly in her eyes. He knew. They knew about Roxas and Xion... about everything. Naminé wasn't worried about herself as much as the two of them. If anything happened to them, it would be her fault.

And the worst part was that she couldn't warn them. That would fall under the 'stepping out of line' part. She'd have to find a way anyway. She couldn't let them be hurt because of her.

Naminé bowed her head again. She'd been expecting him to keep her there, wherever they currently were, but it sounded like she might be allowed to go back... Even so...

"Am I... Am I staying here?" Here as in that room. She expected some sort of verbal assault for her question, but she had to ask.

While in normal circumstances he would berate her, the question instead brought a dark smile to his face. "No," he said smoothly, "I will have you return to the city. You can cause more damage to the hearts of others there." She can be useful there, even if it was something she would never, ever want. He was treating her like one of his experiments. Twist the heart one way and watch the results, then try another direction, but keep pushing until he acquired the data he desires.

The witch will only ever be a tool. She may not wish for others to be harmed, but because of her weak frame, the poor Nobody, those others continued to come closer and closer to her. Kept together all in one spot for safe keeping. Making foolish connections, but he could break them by simply using her.

No; no matter what poisonous thoughts people of light tried to put in her head, the witch would never be free.

When her expectations weren't met, Naminé glanced upwards again, just in time to see that dark smile she feared so much. A slight shiver went down her spine, but she sat up straighter to fight it. She didn't want to hurt anyone, least of all Sora again. She'd already done enough to hurt him, at the bidding of the Organization no less. And it was because of her that Roxas and Xion had been through so much already.

Why did they like to do this to her? Because she was weak, a part of her mind said. Because she had the power and she wouldn't fight back. That would change. It had to. She couldn't... couldn't let this keep going.

But her head bowed again and she nodded, feeling as hopeless as she had the first time in this castle. "I understand."

He gave her a look that roughly translated into: you had better, and tilted his head up a notch as if to display his superiority even more than he had already. The witch was weak. A frail link to their chain of Nobodies that collapsed at the first sign of danger.

If she were to stand up to them one day? She would wish that she never had dared.

He reached up a hand and called forth a portal of darkness, leading her back into the city, nearby to her home, but still a small walk, somewhere that the keybladers would not see its presence.

"Remember my warning," he told her.

The appearance of the portal was her signal and Naminé glanced at Xemnas once more. "I-I won't forget."

This was definitely a sentence she'd wished she could have avoided, but such was her lot in life. This was the only life Naminé had ever known. She hesitated before walking towards the portal and through the darkness. Her life, her existence, was meaningless.

And she couldn't even tell anyone.

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