dare to know – [namine]

[rokusasu]

ii. aude sapere
phrase, – dare to know

He had been here before.

Back during those dark days in the Organization (there was nothing but dark days punctuated by sunsets and ice cream back then, swimming in his own palpable ignorance) he had come here, accompanied by the Gambler of Fate at some point, to eliminate Heartless, of course – what else would they have him do? He remembered the walking question mark – aka, the Cheshire Cat, and busy White Rabbit, but he couldn’t remember if he’d ever figured out where he was going, or why he was so late in the first place. What he did remember, however, was the visions of Sora that haunted him here – how when he first arrived, he saw Sora instead of himself – yet another reminder of the shadows that would forever plague him.

Roxas looked down at his hands, thankful that he saw his own black gloves instead of Sora’s white ones. For now, he was himself. For now, he didn’t have to worry about his memories being anyone else’s, except for his own.

The Keyblader couldn’t help but wonder, however, how it was he got himself into these situations. A couple of weeks ago, he’d been in the deep jungle, and now, he’d managed to wind up in yet another forest. Maybe it’s fitting for me, he thought with a small laugh. For someone as wild and untamable as Roxas, perhaps forests and jungles were best for him?

As if, the Keyblader huffed to himself, keeping Oathkeeper and Oblivion at his side as he waded through the Lotus Forest. He gingerly stepped through the tall grasses and wildflowers, hoping that the Heartless would not think to bother him here. Sooner or later, he knew they’d appear, and he’d be ready, but they’d be a hindrance, really. Roxas had places to go, things to do, people to see! Yes, most of all, he definitely had people to see.

Think of this as recon, the blonde told himself, using his Keyblade to poke and prod some tattered flowers that drooped to the forest’s floor. What had they taught him, back during those dark days at the Organization? Whenever you enter a new world, they had said, make sure to take note of your surroundings. Examine anything out of the ordinary in order to draw conclusions about your environment.

Well, from the looks of the shredded grass at his feet and the dead wildflowers about the forest floor, it looks as if there had been a struggle in this forest. Perhaps the Heartless had been a little rowdy, more rowdy than they ought to be… Maybe someone had been fighting for their life around here… Or maybe…Yes, from the looks of the grass, someone had been running, not fighting. Running for their lives?

As soon as the thought hit him, he felt the Heartless appear behind him, closing in for a sneak attack. Roxas swirled around on his feet, knocking back the Striped Arias and Grey Caprices, sending them flying before they had a chance to close in on him. Roxas’ eyes widened, realizing that there were a lot more Heartless here than there really should’ve been. What happened to this place? This forest had never been peaceful, but it had never been infested before. It was as if the shadows in this world were growing stronger…

Roxas hitched both Keyblades over his back, following the trail of withered flowers and tattered grass. Someone else was here, who was possibly fleeing the Heartless. Whoever they were, friend or foe, it’d be better to find them now – they might be stuck here, with all of these Heartless plaguing the forest, maybe they’d gotten lost?

Did he dare to know – if the person here was friend or foe? Roxas had never really been good at dealing with destiny, but yes, he’d risk it – he’d see who was lost here in the forest. He dared to know. He had to know. He wasn’t the type to leave anyone behind, even if the person turned out to be a stranger.

[namine]

The people of Wonderland have had encounters with things far beyond their comprehension. I need you to go and erase their memories, so that when the are is cleared, they don’t remember what has happened.

It would’ve been nice to know what had been going on before she had been forced here.

Naminé stared wide eyed at what seemed to be an endless forest, wondering who in their right mind would live here. It was dark, creepy, and the noises that were coming from inside were unnerving. If it wasn’t for the fact that she were doing this to help people, the blonde would’ve stayed here where she knew it was safe until someone got her. Taking a deep breath as if to calm herself, she stepped inside.

There was a white rabbit, one that was constantly checking his watch and exclaiming how late he was. Naminé watched with a bit of curiosity as it skipped away, looking back at her with distress. If that was the only trouble in Wonderland, then she figured it wouldn’t be so bad. With that thought, Naminé continued on through the forest with less worry.


“You naïve little girl!” A voice echoed, making her stop in her tracks, a chill running down her spine. “This is not a place where you should feel comfortable.”

The voice tore through Naminé like a knife, making all thoughts of this place being peaceful vanish like a wisp of smoke. Thinking that the voice would leave her alone if she just didn’t think at all, she hung her head and pushed forward. She had a mission, and needed to follow through without any distractions. But that damned voice kept following her, making the blonde more uneasy with every step until she was running to escape it.

“There’s no escaping a Cheshire cat.”

Naminé looked up just in time to avoid clunking her head on a low hanging branch that branch held a purple striped cat, who was grinning at her. The blonde reeled back, quickly taking off in another direction. She didn’t like this cat, and she was positive that it was enjoying playing mind games with her. Eventually she had reached an area of tall grass, where she stopped to catch her breath. It was dark here, and the thought that something was going to jump out at her loomed in the back of her mind.

There was a scratching noise behind her, and she turned around just in time to see some Heartless lunge for her.

She didn’t remember much after that.


When she woke again, she could hear someone nearby. Quickly she sat up, and the wounds on her body screamed their protest. The blonde bit down on her lip, trying to keep from crying out while she fisted the grass in her hands. How was she supposed to help whoever was in danger now? When the pain subsided and her mind cleared, she sighed. She didn’t know how to cure herself, and she didn’t know how to fight. If she kept going, this was going to turn into a suicide mission.

The sound of footsteps coming closer was enough to make Naminé go into a panic state again, and she saw the beginnings of an Organization cloak at someone’s feet. Great. They always seemed to find her a her weakest moments. She closed her eyes, half expecting to be ridiculed instead of being helped.

ooc:// GAH. I rambled. D: I wasn’t sure how to have Naminé show up in Wonderland, so I kinda came up with that from the top of my head. =D; Hope it made some sort of sense!

[rokusasu]

He had never expected to find anyone here when he opened up his portal and landed into this topsy-turvy world. Like a dog afraid of its own shadow, Roxas’ plan was to comb through the unassuming worlds first, so that he would be able to say that he was looking diligently for them, when really, he was almost a little scared to meet them again – the people who had molded his past, molded him into this something that he was today. When he pulled back the tall yellow grass, he didn’t expect to see anyone familiar in the brush, nor did he expect that hollow place where his heart should be to tighten up as it did.


“Naminé!’

Immediately, he let Oathkeeper and Oblivion vanish in a flash of silver light, crouching down to where she was on the forest floor. “Are you alright?” Of course she wasn’t alright, by the looks of things, but he wasn’t thinking straight. The words were frantic, desperate – he hadn’t expected reuniting with her in such a situation, where Heartless and shadows galore danced outside in the Lotus Forest, looming, waiting for them.

There was so much he wanted to ask her, so much he wanted to talk to her about, but as usual, destiny cast a cold-hearted laugh down at their reunion – there were Heartless to deal with outside, and besides that, Naminé looked badly hurt. For a second, Roxas looked anxious, trying to remember the spells he had learned during his time with the XIII. Cure, he had known how to cast it once. Could he do it now?

After a couple tries flailing his right hand about, he realized that healing spells were beyond his memory now. He groaned at his own incompetence, gritting his teeth, but then remembered – he always kept a few Hi-Potions in the confines of his cloak, just in case. He rummaged through his coat pocket, until finally bringing forth a small green bottle, which wasn’t much, but it was all he had. “Here, this should help.” He offered the Hi-Potion to her, wishing that he was more adept with spells, and realizing that he had a long way to go until he was as strong as he used to be. One cannot just awake from a long slumber inside of your Somebody and be at max-power, he figured…

The Heartless outside loomed in front of the alcove – they couldn’t stay here for long, no, there had to be a safer place… Roxas rocked his mind for answers, trying to remember his recon missions here in Wonderland during his days with the XIII. He recalled… there was a garden somewhere around here, a Tea Party Garden. Maybe there, they’d be safe? He got back up on his feet, offering a hand to Naminé to pull her up from the ground. “C’mon, I’ll get us out of here,” he assured, already formulating a plan to reach to the tea party garden safely. “There’s a secluded garden somewhere to the east of here, where there’s normally no Heartless. We'll be safe there – I’ll lead the way.” Oathkeeper and Oblivion were called forth to his hands once again, as he prepared to take the lead. “You ready?”

OOC | No problem, it makes sense to me! xD And it's not a ramble, it's really good! I should mention - my post assumes that Namine was lying/sitting on the ground, hopefully that's okay!

[namine]

She had been expecting the worse, expecting for there to be mockery of her weakness, or for there to be some sort of punishment for already failing her mission. When you failed a crucial mission, the punishment was all but gentle. But when she heard that familiar voice, her head snapped up to attention and she looked up at the person who found her.

”Roxas.”

There was no hiding the relief in Naminé’s voice, as she looked at the cerulean blue eyes that reflected her own. He was anxious, and she tried her best not to fall back in a heap on the ground while he tried to figure out what to do. Her gaze wandered, taking in the sight of the darkened sky, and how everything seemed to be losing control. Whatever happened to Sora protecting all of the worlds? Now that she thought of it, it was weird seeing Roxas as his own person. After the two of them had merged back with their Somebodies in The World That Never Was, Naminé assumed that they’d never be their own selves again.

She snapped out of her reverie when Roxas offered her a small Hi-Potion, and she took it with a shaking hand, drinking the green liquid and letting out another sigh of relief when all of the pain left her body for good. ”Thank you,” she breathed, now grateful that he had come when he did. She was lucky that he was even here at all. But she couldn’t dwell on that thought for long, because now it was time to move.

Naminé looked east of where they were, and realized that that’s where she had come from before. She became uneasy, but the fact that Roxas was here with her now made things a bit better. When he was ready to go she gripped the shoulder of his cloak tightly, knowing fully well that she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him and that she could easily lose him in the forest. She was hesitant, but she nodded. ”I’m ready.”

The run to the garden was surprisingly easy, the only thing phasing Naminé being the pair of teeth that seemed to glow as they moved, making her think of the striped cat which caused her to shiver. In the secluded area, she let go of Roxas. ”What happened here?” She asked, looking at the long table that she assumed was for a tea party. She picked up a mug, which had a rather large crack on it and frowned. ”I don’t understand how this could have happened…” Then again, since when does anything involving darkness make sense?

After she was finished with her inspection, she returned to Roxas. She placed her hand on his chest, expecting to feel a heart beat. But, there was nothing there, like there was nothing in her own chest. She frowned, still not understanding any of this. What was so important that they had to be separated from their Somebodies? Naminé sighed, and before she could stop herself- and without thinking- she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest as if it'd be some sort of comfort for what he was going through. "I'm glad you're here, Roxas."

ooc:// ...I had to add some fluff in there. < *shot* *such a fluff freak*

[rokusasu]

“I’m ready.”

Roxas felt Naminé’s hand tightly grip his shoulder, and maybe that was when it sank in – right now, he had someone to protect. There was a time when Roxas had wondered if, as a Nobody, he would ever have anything that he couldn’t bear to loose. Now, knowing that he was going into a swarm of Heartless, a swarm bigger than most swarms he had ever seen before, he knew if he screwed this up somehow, he’d regret. It seemed like such a simple task – get Naminé from point A to point B – but what if…? He groaned at himself, shaking his head, pushed all of his thoughts aside, and charged into the fray.

It was nerve-wracking, pushing through the swarm with Naminé in tow, but somehow, he managed to keep a straight, unalarmed face. (He was good at that, pretending to be something he wasn’t.) He swung at the damnable creatures while still running, making sure that Namine went unharmed. Should a Heartless have leered too close to her, he made himself a human shield, blocking their attack with little to no trouble. Soon, they reached the garden, and as they did, Roxas shut the iron gate behind them – claiming this their temporary sanctuary.

Oathkeeper and Oblivion vanished once more, and Roxas found himself panting, holding a hand over that hollow area where his heart should be. He took deep breathes, trying to regulate his breathing, while shaking his head, tired.

“What happened here?”

If only Roxas knew what was happening to these worlds, but truth be told, he had no answers. As usual, he couldn’t help but sigh. It was always like this, wasn’t it? The worlds, or his world, would be in disarray, and even though the answers were in his reach, no one was there to help him up, to claim knowledge for himself. He always had to work for his queries to be solved – nothing ever fell into his lap. It seemed like things would be the same in this life – always working, never playing.

But he planned to resolve this, of course – he wasn’t going to be anyone’s puppet in this life. Not now, not ever again.

“I wish I knew,” Roxas sighed, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “I think it has something to do with the darkness… There’s a lot more of it in these worlds now, apparently, but I couldn’t tell you why.” Did Sora mess up? He doubted that – despite everything, Roxas could even grudgingly admit that he did make a good other. So what, then? Was it something the Organization did? Was the rest of the Organization even alive? Trying to grasp the answers to these questions brought even more questions to light. It was enough to give him an unearned headache…

Namine came closer to him after inspecting the tea cups, and gently placed a hand on his chest. He smiled sadly at her – was she looking for a heart beat? If he was alive like this, the least destiny could’ve done was reward him with his own heart, but no, he was still without a heart inside. For the first time in his life, he almost felt a little embarrassed to be without a heart – he wasn’t a Somebody, unlike Sora, equipped with a heart and savior of the worlds to boot. He was a Nobody at the end of the day, wasn’t he? Unfit to be a hero.

That’s why, when Namine put her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, Roxas was surprised, but relieved – maybe a guy like him could be good enough for her after all? He wrapped his own arms around her, bringing her close, grasping for words to describe how he felt.

“I thought I’d–” Was he getting ahead of himself? “I thought I’d never see you again.”

There were a million things he wanted to ask her, but he figured he’d start with the basics, work his way down. He had a plan for this life – a plan that didn’t involve the XIII if he could help it – and that was to find out whatever he wanted to do, and do it. In his past life, he had barely even known what to do during a vacation. But now – now, every day was going to be a vacation away from the men in black cloaks, because despite his current outfit, he wasn’t going back. He’d find Axel without their help. He couldn’t be their slave this time – he wouldn‘t, he refused.

“Naminé, you haven’t returned to the Organization, have you?” There was nothing good about going back there – it wouldn’t do either of them any good. “I want us to start a life without being their puppets. I want us... to have a life where we can do whatever we want, together!” He took her by the shoulders, optimism gleaming in his eyes. "It would be great, don't you think? A life without wearing the Organization's shackles..."

If he could imagine it, couldn't he make it possible?

OOC | D'aww, I love fluff too~! -fangirls- <3 I edited the ending a bit, wasn't really happy with the original one.

[namine]

She was trying to force that feeling away, the one that gave her a funny feeling in her stomach, and made her dizzy in the head. But with the way things were turning out, she found that she couldn’t. Seeing as how she had never actually had a heart, these new senses were making her feel different. She wasn’t sure if it was a good kind of different or not. Finally she caved, letting whatever feeling it was overtake her. Her hold on Roxas tightened, he being the anchor that kept her leveled.

”You’ll always see me,” she started with a sad smile, ”I might not look like this, but if Sora and Kairi are together, we’re together.”

It was a depressing thought, really. When two Nobodies can only see each other when their Somebodies are together. If Sora were to leave the island, then Kairi would be left behind. Then that’d mean that Roxas has left, too, also leaving Naminé behind. Just thinking about it made her frown, making her realize just how much she liked having her own body now, even if she didn’t have the perks of having her own heart.

…you haven’t returned to the Organization, have you?

Her face paled, remembering what she had first done when she realized she was out of Kairi’s body. ”Yes,” she admitted shamefully, wanting to explain herself. She had gone back, but managed to escape when there had been a portal left open. Mickey had found her, and he had taken her under his wing and had her go to certain places, erasing the memories of those that had seen more than they should. Now that she was here, she understood why whoever lived here would be scared.

Suddenly, Roxas went off tangent. The mention of breaking free from the Organization made her freeze, eyes widening as if in fear. ”You mean… Be free?” She asked, grasping his cloak in her small hands and looking up at him desperately. There was nothing she wanted more now than to be free. After seeing what it was like to experience things on her own, and to actually feel cared for… She didn’t want to go back.

”I want to… But how would we do it?’ The one question that always poses a problem. They could be free. But then Sora and Kairi wouldn’t be whole. Everything could go completely astray, and then they could end badly. Naminé wouldn’t be able to live with it if someone were to get hurt just because she wanted to be her own self. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, telling herself to stop worrying.

She tried imagining what it’d be like being on her own. She could draw all she wanted, without having to worry about someone from the Organization coming and telling her to draw something worthwhile, not some crazy fantasy that she always came up with. She wouldn’t constantly be living in fear, wondering if she was going to be used for some sick mind game. And most of all, she and Roxas could be together, without having to hear their Somebodies names ever again.

”Maybe escaping won’t be such a bad idea…”

But there was also the mission that Mickey had given her. She had to help them before she could leave, right? ”There’s some people here that I need to help.” Naminé said, unsure of how to go about this, ”But I don’t know how to help them.” Her and Roxas were here in the garden, and the people that needed her help were out there in the midst of the Heartless. Who knows what could have happened to them?

At the thought, she hesitantly pulled away from Roxas before walking over to the gate that kept them safe inside. It seemed that everything was getting worse as time went by, and the blonde frowned. She didn’t know how she was going to get anywhere without the risk of her or Roxas getting hurt.

As if on cue, something jumped on the gate. It was a person, whose skin was tainted black, and their eyes were a bright yellow. They had a vicious demeanor about them that made her skin crawl. The person had lost their heart, and darkness had consumed them. A shriek tore its way out of Naminé’s throat, and she stumbled backwards a few steps before falling back on her rear. ”Roxas!”

What have the worlds come to?

ooc:// I know I originally posted this at like… 1 in the morning, but I randomly came up with an idea so I added it in. O: Oh and feel free to control the other Heartless person... Thing if you’d like~ :3

[rokusasu]

”I might not look like this, but if Sora and Kairi are together, we’re together.”

"You told me that once," he murmured, a sad smile etched across his features.

Once upon a time, he had bought that story - but it wasn't until after he had been trapped inside the Keyblade Master that he realized that this... this falsified hope was just a ruse they used to put him to bed. You'll be whole, they told him - when really, he had just been muffled. He had been still alive in Sora's skin, creeping and crawling like dirt until his fingernails, and ... and he wondered, what Namine would think, if he told her that he didn't - he couldn't - buy that anymore, and that he would never settle for less than the "real" thing?

"...But it's not the same. It's not even close."

He wasn't going to surrender this freedom ever again, that was certain. Although, what wasn't certain to the White Witch was - how could we possibly be free? It was a good question, one that he never bothered pondering, lest he be frightened of its answer.

How could someone who was nothing attain freedom?

He didn’t know – didn’t care – but he wasn’t going back. He tugged idly at the chains that hung from his Organization cloak, wondering if he could even bring himself to ever relieve himself from it and all the memories that it held, even if he did refrain from returning to them. Roxas knew he’d have to keep it on until he found Axel – it was the only tie he had left to him. He clutched at the chain, furrowing his brows slightly – thought of the Flurry always made him a little shaky … because every minute he spent getting sidetracked and not looking for him felt like a moment of unwarranted betrayal.

If the cloak was his only tie to the Flurry, then he’d wear it – he’d wear it, until…

(And if I don’t find him, then I swear I’ll wear it for all eternity.)

The blonde looked up at her, feeling a little more positive. “We’re already free, don’t you see? All we gotta do is… not go back, is all." It was a novel plan. "We'll just not go back... and go somewhere else!” It was genius.

If he let himself think about the repercussions of not returning, his mind would probably explode. They’d come looking for him again. Or worse – maybe someone would think it cute to stick him in a virtual reality again, hah, and watch him dance like their perfect little puppet.

There was also the risk of not remembering who it was that he had forgotten – the other person besides Axel that he needed to find, one whose memory only resonated in pictures of thallassa shells and sea salt ice cream – the person whose memory lay dormant inside his heart.

Namine seemed up to the idea – which made him grin, because if he could keep another person out of the XIII’s clutches, it was all the better for him. He wasn’t going to actively plot against them, but just knowing they wouldn’t have Namine to toy with the memories of others anymore was another to make him breathe a sigh of relief. However, she had a mission to do – there were people here that she had to help, but she didn’t know how. He raised an eyebrow at that, wondering if he needed to bash some Heartless heads in or something, or if it was a matter that needed fixing with a more subtle approach.

Now, Roxas wasn’t exactly a hero – while Sora pranced around the worlds and interfered with everyone’s Heartless problems, Roxas had merely observed from the shadows (literally) and went about his own merry way. He recalled a time in Neverland where he ignored a pixie’s request for him to infiltrate a pirate ship for her multiple times, constantly blowing her off until finally he did rescue her, but only because his conscience would’ve poked holes in his psyche otherwise (that, and, she did teach him how to fly). Could he really be of help to anyone, when he could barely help himself?

Despite his self-doubt, he gave her a reassuring smile. “Maybe I can help you out?” Even though he had no idea how, sure – he was Roxas, he could do (nearly) anything. But as Namine walked toward the iron gate, as if someone had staged this appearance, a deformed creature leaped at the gate, snarling, yellow eyes piercing his gaze. On cue, Oathkeeper and Oblivion were out on the scene, forming in blasts of yellow light.

“Roxas!”

Roxas kicked the gate open, which, from a bystander’s view might not have seemed like a good idea, but it was better to just fight this thing head on rather than shoot spells at it from behind the gate. The figure leaped at him, growling like a rabid beast, attacking him with midnight black hands – with nails so sharp, they could almost be considered the claws of a Heartless. He groaned to himself, matching the beast’s swings perfectly, behind sending him flying, knocking him back towards the table. Teacups and butter knives clattered to the grassy floor, and Roxas found himself smirking a little – it was almost a little too easy.

“Is this who you need to help?” Roxas inquired, pointing Oblivion down at the creature’s neck, immobilizing it. For a split second, he thought, this guy’s beyond help but just thinking that… almost enraged him, after a moment. Someone beyond help – why did that ring a bell? Before he could grasp at the memory, it disappeared in the back of his mind, lying dormant once again.

[namine]

There was something about a Heartless' gaze that was unnerving. The yellow eyes bore holes into her, gluing her to the spot. After the experience she had with Heartless earlier, it was easy to say that Naminé was afraid of the Heartless (Even if she felt no emotions). She watched as Roxas kicked the gate open, and he and the person who succumbed to the darkness fought it out. It was here, that she realized that she was completely out of her element.

She wasn't a fighter, and she was easy to attack, seeing as how she had no weapon to defend herself with. The only thing that she had proved worthy for was manipulating memories. In the past, she had manipulated Sora's memories when the Organization had captured her. They wanted to get rid of the brunette, so she erased Kairi, and put herself there instead. She had even toyed with Roxas' memories, giving him memories of a past life in Twilight Town, and erasing the memories that he had with the Organization. And before that, there was someone else. She couldn't remember who it was, but they had been an important part of peoples' lives. Aside from all of that, there was really nothing special about her. She was a witch, as DiZ called her. With no real future, she was destined to always be a Nobody. Never have a heart, never have any emotions, never be 'happy'.

While Roxas held the Heartless... person down to the table, she walked over and glanced at them. Their eyes were moving around wildly, teeth snarled as if they were ready to pounce. Their hands were clenching and unclenching, tearing into the white table cloth. They looked tense, ready to spring the moment they were freed from Oblivion. And most importantly, they looked afraid.

"Yeah, that's them."

For a moment, Naminé felt sympathetic for the creature as she was ready to rid them of the pain, and erase whatever memories and haunted them to the point of giving in to the darkness. But as she reached to place a slender hand on their forehead, she hesitated. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. The kind mouse back in Disney Castle had advised her to erase back as far as when the darkness had started coming, but what if she ended up erasing a precious memory, as well? She didn't want to be responsible for taking out another special memory in someone's life. Shaking her head, she placed her cold hand on their forehead.

Pain.

As soon as her hand made contact with their forehead, a rush of memories came to her, so many and so painful that her head throbbed. Her expression flickered into one of pain, as her free hand came up and held her head, while she tried to focus. Though it seemed impossible, for the memories that came weren't what she had expected. It was hard to read into them, and seeing as how just gazing at them caused this much harm, Naminé didn't want to try.

Suffering.

While she was erasing the memories, there was one thing that she picked up on. The person had been suffering, because they lost someone dear to them. Lost in the darkness, their friend had gone out of control, and in the end they passed on. The grief becoming too much, they had followed suit, but didn't have as much of a bad ending.

Second chance?

When she was finished, Naminé opened her eyes. She had failed to realize that the ink black had drained from the person's skin and they had returned to normal, and she had failed to notice that she had a vice-like grip on Roxas so that she didn't become dizzy and fall over. She removed her hand from the person's forehead and loosened her grip on Roxas, watching as the person sat up, dazed and confused. They looked around as if they didn't remember where they were, but the sight of the gate meant something, for they quickly shot up and bolted out it, ignoring her when she tried to stop them.

"I hope they don't run out there and do that again..." She mused, before realizing that she had completely forgotten about Roxas. Quickly she turned to him, gently taking his large hands in her small ones. "I didn't hurt you or anything... Did I?" She never knew what exactly happened while she was changing peoples' memories. Whether she just was in a trance like state, or went through the same emotions they did was a mystery. She always seemed to be fine when it was said and done, so nothing tragic must happen. Looking back towards the gate, Naminé frowned. Things seemed to be getting worse and worse, and there was the eerie feeling that this place was not safe at all.

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