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Only For A MomentWas it because she was lonely?
Or was it because she wanted a friend?
"Where am I?"
"I'm sorry, Sora!"
Or was it something else?
"You know my name?"
It was in the middle of the night when a sleeping, camping Sora had vanished into thin air. He had been sleeping in a large, green meadow, taking a sleeping break from finding his friend, Riku, and the king, Mickey Mouse who had been trapped in darkness. His companions Donald and Goofy had been very deep asleep at the time, so they hadn't a clue that Sora ever even left them.
And where did the boy vanish off to?
Somewhere not very far away from the campsite, there was a very large, white castle. In this castle there was a girl, a very lonely girl that went by the name given to her: Naminé.
Naminé had lived all of her short, nonexistent life in pure solitude. The only companies given to her were heartless creatures just as herself that had no real intention of letting h
Connected ForeverSora was never known for being a picky eater. In fact, sometimes he'd eat just about anything. Whether it was cooked or uncooked, whether it was grilled or baked, as long as it tasted good, he would eat it.
His friend Riku, on the other hand, was quite the opposite of Sora. Though only a few knew it, he was extremely precise in what he wanted in a meal and how he wanted it prepared. If there was a single cookie crumb out of place, he's quite simply just refuse to eat anything for hours.
Sora's other friend, Kairi, was neither picky nor a slob. While she wouldn't eat just anything , it didn't matter to her if the type of food was perfect, it just mattered to her if it was editable.
The trio of friends clearly had very different taste buds when it came to things such as flavor. Often times they would actually end up in argument over foods that were better than others.
"Ew! Sora, that's disgusting!"
"What are you talking about, Kairi? Clam stew with crabs legs boiled with a pi
"Won't you tell me you love me?"
"Love is overrated?"
A bewildered, golden haired boy let his mouth droop a bit. "So..." he said, slowly. "You don't love me?" With that final conclusion, he stood up and paced the room with hands locked together behind his back. "But, Fuu...if you don't love me, why are we getting married?" Ventus frowned, shoulders tensing.
"Overrated." she said again. The bride to be crossed her arms rebelliously and turned on the television. She directed her attention to the picture on the screen with a small, forming smile as a building exploded.
"Fuu!" Ventus exclaimed with a cracked voice. He shut off the television by a click of the red power button on the remote control conveniently lying on the coffee table.
Taking the motherly role, Ventus demanded an explanation before Fuu could watch any more television. "We've been dating for three years before I finally got all
White RainbowIt was late one foggy winter night when a boy promised something he'd later regret.
The girl was much too eager to believe him that day.
"Naminé, aren't you tired of seeing white all the time?" asked a boy with long silver hair. He was leaning on a wall, balanced and aloof.
Naminé said nothing in response.
The boy simply couldn't understand. Why was she so silent near him? She used to speak to him so much near the summer time. As fall progressed into winter, everything they shared just blew away like a feather in the wind.
They were both good friends at one point. Riku had always known that Naminé was Kairi's Nobody, so the friendship came natural to him.
What had happened to it all?
"Naminé..." Riku sighed, tired of trying to reach to the Nobody.
"Naminé?" he eventually asked once more.
The blond girl sitting in her seat lowered her head and kept her silence running.
The impatient Riku trudged heavily out of the room with a gleam of disappointment in his eyes.
Gift of VirtusShe'd receive little gifts, every now and then.
It always would occur at the break of dawn since she would always be up bright and early every morning.
There would be a light tap on the door, and since she was the only one awake at dawn, she would answer it.
But every time all that was left was a basket, and, every time, there would be no one there to greet her.
Inside these baskets were small gifts.
They included sewing kits, fresh fruit, candy, and all the little things that made Cinderella smile everyday.
When Cinderella opened the door, she looked down to see a basket filled with new pillow cases.
The woman was very grateful towards the small tokens of kindness she would receive everyday. However, she never seemed to know who exactly was sending these gifts to her. Also, she had no idea on how to even thank them!
So, every time she'd pick up her basket in the morning, she'd say, "Thank you," to whoever was or wasn't listening.
In truth, she really wa
102 Ways To Say I Love You1. He said it when their eyes first met.
2. She said it when he spoke his name.
3. He said it when he saw her smile.
4. She said it when he laughed.
5. He said it on their first date.
6. -And their second.
7. -And their third.
8. -And their fourth.
9. She said it when they agreed to meet again.
10. He said it when he called her by phone just to hear her voice.
11. She said it by text message.
12. He said it through a song, in the middle of the night.
13. She said it when she told him to go to sleep.
14. He said it when he waved goodbye.
15. He said it when he waved hello.
16. She said it smiling.
17. He said it grinning.
18. She said it giggling.
19. He said it laughing.
20. She said it through sign language.
21. He said it when he said her name.
22. She said it with a poem.
23. He said it with a letter.
24. -Various letters.
25. She said it when she sent a letter back to him.
26. He said it by hand delivering the letters to her.
27. She said it when she drew him a picture.
28. He said
Toe Toes"This little piggy went to the market," Roxas sang out, grinning hard as he twiddled around with Naminé's pinky toe.
There had been a large party, one of wild music and toliet paper being flung through the air when everyone least expected it. There were large amounts of people crowded together and dancing to loud, blasting music that made neighbors call police on several occassions. There were groups of boys and girls running madly about and breaking almost everything in sight. There was food and snacks of all quality: from sugared to salted, and beverages of all sorts.
It was a party held by teenagers who's parents were out.
Now, however, the music had faded away, and most teens went home, seeing as though the party was over.
Roxas, stayed though. Naminé had actually fallen asleep in the midst of all the chaos, and, Roxas couldn't find it in him to abandon his friend by not being there when she were to wake up.
That, and she was also his ride home.
"This little piggy
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