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Post by *~Riko Sora~* on Dec 28, 2006 12:27:16 GMT -5
Roxas moved over to where she was pointing. That morning. It was a well drawn picture, better then he could ever do, and it seemed like the picture she would get when she was watching him at the Mansion gate before he met her. Yea, it looked a lot like this morning... He smiled at her, had she known he was comming, or was it just coincidence, or did she really draw that fast? He quessed it was the last one. He smiled and started to the middle of the room, "So... Where exactly do you sleep in this room? Don't most rooms have beds?" He asked, laughing a bit.
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Post by Ichigo on Dec 28, 2006 12:34:52 GMT -5
Namine stared out the window, resting her hands on the sill once more, like she had done that morning. "I... usually don't sleep. I sit at my table, or in my chair, and wait for the sun." she said softly. "I... I'm usually not allowed outside... so I enjoy the view from my window as much as I can... so I rarely sleep. I may doze off in my chair... but...." Namine cut herself off, as she watched Roxas' friends shout from outside. "They're calling you."
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Post by *~Riko Sora~* on Dec 28, 2006 12:41:26 GMT -5
Roxas looked at Namine with concern. 'I wonder why she isn't allowed outside?' He though to himself. He shrugged and looked out the window. So they were, the little- "You wanna come? I guess I'm going..." Roxas muttered, "-Unless you want me to stay here..." He added a bit hopeful. He had never had a reason not to go with his friends before, nor had he wanted to not go with them. ((If that makes any sense at all....)) But now he wanted to be with Namine more. He didn't want to go to the Sandlot right now, maybe tomorrow...
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Post by Ichigo on Dec 28, 2006 12:47:13 GMT -5
"I already..." she bit her lip. 'I already broke the rules this morning... allowing Roxas inside... going outside... I don't...' she thought to herself. She clenched the sill subconciously, posture rigid in thought. "I can't go outside again... people would be to... to curious... where am I from? And if I said where I am from, the mansion, they'd come investigate and put me in some kind of study... how could a girl so pale? So thin, possibly live by herself? I'm sorry..." she said softly, watching his reflection in the window.
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Post by *~Riko Sora~* on Dec 28, 2006 13:45:03 GMT -5
Roxas smiled sweetly and walked over to the window sill slowly. "It's okay Namine, I'll just go with them tomorrow, I can spend the rest of the day here! Well, if it's okay," He replied. "I really don't want to go to the Sandlot today anyways. And you can show me around this mansion! Whatta you say?" He added. He was ready to go downstairs and tell the guys that he was going to stay here. Even if Namine didn't want him there, he didn't feel like going to the Sandlot, so he would probibly just waltz back to his home and think. Well, thinking for him is sleeping...
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Post by Ichigo on Dec 28, 2006 13:59:37 GMT -5
(YAY sleeping! ROFL)
Namine smiled, watching a new drizzle start up. "Alright... would you like a tour?" Namine asked sweetly, grabbing his wrist in turn. It was about time she dragged him somewhere. Leading him to a rather large room a few halls away, she paused, releasing his arm. "This, this is the music room..." she gestured to a piano strategically placed in the middle of the room. "I play here often... but it has been a while since I've worked the keys..." she admitted, her eyes holding excitement, as if his offer to stay had made her world brighter, which it had.
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Post by *~Riko Sora~* on Dec 28, 2006 14:27:48 GMT -5
Roxas followed close behind Namine, looking around the corridors as they walked to a room. It was a beautiful room, and in the middle was a large instrument, it's keys as white as snow. Roxas blinked a bit, and then walked to the stool infront of the instrument. He sat down and started just playing around with the keys, smiling all the while. He let his fingers drift over the keys as the melody drifted through the room. The room was set up so that the music that was played would vibrate off the walls and make a majestic sound. He played Pachelbel's Cannon for a while until he was brought back into the real world, where he stopped, looked back at Namine and smiled.
"You play?"
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Post by Ichigo on Dec 28, 2006 14:34:28 GMT -5
Namine let his beautiful playing reach her ears, and then smiled as he finished. "Yes. From time to time." she walked over to him, laying her fingers on the un-occupied side. They fluttered into a lavish opening, a melody drifting from her fingers. AFter finishing a well-known tune, she stopped, smiling, "Ah... sorry... I was entranced." she said softly.
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Post by *~Riko Sora~* on Dec 28, 2006 14:42:02 GMT -5
Roxas relaxed completely, almost falling asleep. He allowed the music to carress his ears. Soon it seemed like there were no worries in life. The only thing there was at that split second was Namine, the mansion and himself. He liked the feeling of no worrying. The feeling he had only had with Namine. It was so easy with Namine, he had no idea why. He felt like they had so much in common, yet he barely knew her. "You're really good.. Never be sorry for playing something that beautiful! Well... Where to next?"
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Post by Ichigo on Dec 28, 2006 15:32:04 GMT -5
Namine smiled, "Thank you." she said gently, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "I'm not sure..." she laughed lightly, holding her lower arm with the opposite hand, a cute, habitual thing she did when pleased. Blue eyes blinking, Namine wondered if he would ever have to leave... and she wondered how somber the place would seem after that. "How's your back?" she asked randomly, smiling at how indeed random it was.
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Post by *~Riko Sora~* on Dec 28, 2006 15:41:08 GMT -5
Roxas, unlike Namine, looked down in thought. He looked over the details of his shoes while he thought of places to go. Then, Namine became completely random, and asked about his back. He blinked and looked up. "It's alright, you don't have to worry about it. I can still walk," Roxas replied, looking in her direction. She was still looking at the ceiling, but she was smiling cutely. He smiled too, and looked down again. 'I don't wanna leave here... I am having so much fun, even if we just sit here forever...' "Well, wanna just look around?"
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Post by Ichigo on Dec 28, 2006 15:44:08 GMT -5
"Ah! Okay!" she agreed rapidly, as if coming to the conclusion at the same time. Perhaps.. he would stay even longer.. or till the rain stopped, which was now going full force again. Namine couldn't help but hope Roxas' friends made it to their 'Lot-a-Sand' in time before the showers grew heavy. Even now, lighting blinked and thunder roared, the lights making a snapping sound, a quick scent of ozone drifting, and the mansion was in complete darkness. Namine remained quiet, a bit shaken by how quick the storm had gone from bad, to serious.
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Post by *~Riko Sora~* on Dec 28, 2006 16:04:02 GMT -5
Roxas smiled at Namine until the lights went out. He blinked a few times to get his eyes to focus on something. He finally caught a dim glimpse of Namine's bright pale skin and white dress. He smiled softly. "You okay still?" He asked, not daring getting up from the stool for fear of making more of a fool of himself. Instead, he just sighed in the darkness and looked down at the black void that was now covering them and closed his eyes.
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Post by Ichigo on Dec 28, 2006 16:07:11 GMT -5
"Y..Yes.." Namine replied resting her hands on the edge of the laquered piano. She could feel something tugging at her heart.. the darkness so lonely. She immediately dropped to her knees, looking around. Nights were like this... so alone... the uncertainty of whether dawn would rise again... or if it would remain.. heartless... forever.
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Post by *~Riko Sora~* on Dec 28, 2006 16:15:47 GMT -5
Roxas jumped when he heard the thud of Namine dropping to her knees. "N-Namine?" Roxas stammered. He could see her light figure against the darkness now. He crouched down beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. "Hey, you sure you're okay?" He asked, uncertain. His other hand softly carressed her arm. His eyes, though they were not seen, held the deepest concern for this girl.
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