Kingdom Hearts- FFM V3!

"You're not going to hurt her," Roxas said protectively, staring at Smith with fiery hatred burning in his eyes. "You're never going to touch her again."

Smith merely chuckled, taking in Roxas words. He was confident in his ability to defeat the teen, especially with the surprise he had in mind. "You think you can protect her just by holding her in your arms? Hate to break it to you, but it doesn't quite work like that.

Roxas gritted his teeth together. Smith had a point; he couldn't protect Namine like this. He slowly released Namine, and the blonde girl in his arms did the same. She was looking up at him now, her eyes pleading for him to end things. Namine noticed compassion in his eyes when he nodded, and she knew that he understood. Roxas took a step forward, summoning Oblivion into his hand. "Goodbye, Smith," he muttered under his breath, gripping his Keyblade tightly before charging forward. The fight suddenly began without warning, and Namine took a few steps back to stay away from the action. Her eyes stayed on Roxas, and she silently prayed that he wouldn't get hurt.

 

Roxas took another bite of his sandwich, still standing in front of the counter. He turned slightly, holding the sandwich in his hand as he chewed. He leaned back against the counter, crossing one of his arms over his chest.

 

For the next few moments, Namine heard the clanging of swords along with battle cries...from both sides. But now, something bad was going to happen. Before it even occured, she sensed it. Her eyes wandered over to Smith, and she saw a dark mass of energy forming at the end of his gunblade. And then it suddenly launched. Much like Leon's fireball attack, it hit Roxas hard, sending him back into a wall with a cry. Namine's eyes widened as she took in what happend.

Roxas wasn't moving.

Without thought, she ran over to him, his eyes being closed. "Roxas!" She cried out to him, but again, he wasn't responding. When she made it about halfway, Smith came between them. He was no longer armed, though neither was he alone. Namine skidded to a halt, her eyes wide as she looked at the sight in front of her.

Smith was standing between her and Roxas, a boy on either side of him. On one side was Jeff. On the other was Brian. Namine's three most feared people...all there with her. Not only that, but Smith had a hand on each of the boys' shoulders, a proud look on his face. However, this was a different kind of pride. Earlier, Smith had worn a prideful look because he had caused Namine pain. Now...he looked like a proud father. Namine took a step back without thought, the two teenage boys glaring at her while Smith looked back and forth between the two brothers.

 

Roxas bit into his sandwich again, chewing before swallowing. Before he knew it, his sandwich was gone. The boy exhaled a breath, glad to have food in his system again. He turned around and grabbed the empty paper plate and throwing in the nearby trash can.

 

Namine rolled over in her sleep, sweat moistening her face as she laid on her back. Her teeth were gritted, her eyebrows furrowed as she experienced her worst nightmare ever.

Namine's wide eyes ran over the three figures. How did those boys even get there?! Why was Smith looking like he was so proud of those two boys? Those didn't really matter; whether they were answered or not, the reality of the situation was clear. Those boys were there, and they were working with Smith now. Perhaps they had been all along...

"Kill him," Smith spoke suddenly to Brian, his eyes on the teen that was a little smaller than his brother. Brian merely nodded, his face showing no expression as he reached by his waist and suddenly grabbed a pistol. He turned around and started going toward Roxas, who was starting to move to his knees now. Namine hadn't even noticed the movement before, since she had been so distracted with the other three people. Brian continued over toward Roxas, and Namine knew Roxas was hurt too badly to react right away.

"No!" she cried, suddenly rushing toward Roxas despite the fact that Smith and Jeff were still standing in her way. She didn't make it far. Before she knew it, a pair of hands grabbed onto her, holding her hands behind her back and keeping her in that place. She tried to break free, only wanting to rush forward to help Roxas as Brian approached her boyfriend. However, Jeff was holding her too tightly....she couldn't move...

Roxas looked up now, on his knees as he glared up at Brian. The blond teenager brought up his gun, lining it up with Roxas' head as he stood directly in front of the Keyblade weilder. Roxas exhaled silently, knowing he couldn't deflect a shot like that. It was the end...he shifted his gaze to Namine, fear apparant in her eyes. He held her gaze for a moment longer before shutting his eyes.

Namine's eyes wandered over a little bit to Brian, and she saw his finger on the trigger. As if in slow motion, he started to pull back on it, his eyes never leaving Roxas. Namine saw that Roxas made no move to protect himself, and she knew how this was going to end. But...no! It couldn't end that way! A loud bang filled her ears, and just as it did, a name left Namine's lips without thought...

"Roxas!" Namine cried, bolting upright on the couch. She was trembling slightly, both from fear and the adrenaline the nightmare had caused. Her wide eyes searched the room, the girl not able to immediatly take in that she was in Roxas' living room. She also didn't comprehend that the nightmare was only a dream...not a reality.

 

Roxas jumped at the sound of his name, whirling around to face the kitchen doorway with wide, alarmed eyes. The scream was shrill and horror-filled; he could tell that from where he was. He immediately took off in a sprint through the room, exiting the kitchen through the doorway.

 

Namine inhaled and then exhaled, her breath shaky as she looked around the room. Wait a mintue... Namine shut her eyes, bringing a hand to her forehead. She felt sweat, but that was the least of her concerns at the moment. Her heart was pounding so heavily, but...but she wasn't in the warehouse. Smith wasn't there, and neither was Brian. Or Jeff. Namine felt herself trembling, the fear still inside her heart despite the fact that the nightmare was over.

 

Roxas quickly ran from the kitchen, across the hallway, and to the living room. His eyes immediately fell on the girl on the couch, the boy running over to her without hesitation. "Namine?" he asked, concern heavy in his voice and eyes. Roxas stopped in front of her, immediately placing himself on the edge of the couch right next to Namine. "Namine, you all right?" he asked with a worried tone.

 

Namine opened her eyes, seeing Roxas right beside her. She saw the concern in his eyes, and she suddenly felt guilty for worrying him. But she couldn't bring herself to apologize for it, too fearful from her nightmare to think about anything other than that terror she had exprience. "I'm fine..." Namine said shakily, emotions coming through her voice as she looked over at Roxas. As tears started to fill the rims of her eyes, she brought up her legs. She wrapped her arms around them without thought. Looking at Roxas now, she couldn't see him as clearly. That was because of the tears that had filled her eyes even further.

 

"What's wrong?" Roxas asked the blonde in front of him, his voice softening some when he noticed her tears in her eyes. He instantly wanted to wrap his arms around her, but the fact that she was holding her legs prevented him from doing that, so Roxas restrained himself. Instead, he kept his worry-filled eyes on Namine, his heart thudding against his chest with a bit of fear and adrenaline.

 

Namine bit her lip lightly, lowering her gaze for a brief moment. She really did feel guilty, worrying him about this. "N-nothing," Namine answered softly, her voice still having a tremble behind it. Namine turned herself on the couch, releasing her legs as she gently let them go over the edge of the couch. She was sitting right beside Roxas now, and it was at that moment that she flitted her eyes back up to him. "...Just a nightmare..." She still needed to convince herself of that fact, though. It was so incredibly real. But the fact that Roxas was there beside her proved that it was only a dream.

 

"A nightmare?" Roxas echoed without thought, but he didn't need an answer. He could see by the look on Namine's face that it had been terrifying, and that only increased his concern for her. Roxas had a feeling that he knew what the nightmare was about, but he didn't ask any questions; if Namine wanted to talk about it, she could. Roxas would always be there to listen. But he would understand if she didn't want to discuss it either, because he had experienced a nightmare of his own earlier, and it was probably one of the worst he's ever had.

 

Namine bit her lip lightly and nodded faintly, her eyes moving away from Roxas as she turned her head slightly in the other direction. She shut her eyes almost completely, and that alone made two tears slide down her cheeks. She felt like such a baby...crying over something that didn't even happen. But it could have happened. Maybe not with Brian and Jeff, but Roxas could have been killed. And though those three people terrified her, she was much more afraid of losing Roxas.

 

Roxas's eyes softened when Namine turned away. Apparently she was greatly frightened by what was in her nightmare, and that in turn affected Roxas. Her scream still echoed in his ears, and at the thought of it, he closed his eyes. When she had called out for him, he was so scared that... Well...Roxas wasn't really sure what he had been afraid of...

OOC: Site froze up on me. Dx

 

Namine exhaled shakily, her eyes closing completely as another tear escaped her. Everything had just been too real...to close to reality. She brought up a hand at the memory of Smith, setting it lightly on her cheek. It stung, but it was already stinging from her falling tears anyway. She was still trembling faintly, though it was starting to fade as she began to realize that things didn't really happen that way.

OOC: Me too. D8

 

Roxas opened his eyes and he reached out one of his hands, setting it lightly on Namine's arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw her shaking a little. And with his hand there, he thought he felt it too. Roxas turned his head slightly, still slightly wet spikes in his eyes as he looked at the girl next to him.

 

Namine sniffled without thought, her eyes staying closed for a moment. She felt Roxas' hand on her arm, and it made her feel a little better when she was reminded that he was there. She slowly opened her eyes, turning to face the blond boy beside her. Her hand stayed on her cheek, tears building up in her eyes but no longer falling. She had cried enough in front of him, and though she desperatly did want to cry after such a horrible dream, she didn't want to worry him any more.

 

Roxas's eyes locked with Namine's, and the tears within them were hard to ignore. Keeping his gaze connected with hers, Roxas let his hand move from its place on her forearm and slide to her hand, lacing his fingers between hers and holding her hand. He held it securely within his grasp, protection and comfort also behind the gesture. "It's okay..." Roxas said softly, implying that it was just a dream and that he didn't mind if she expressed her emotions. He could tell that she was fighting back the tears, and he didn't want her to have to keep them inside anymore; she was free to release whatever she was feeling.

 

Namine bit her lip lightly, her eyes quivering slightly. It was obvious that Roxas saw that she was trying to keep her tears inside. Understanding Roxas' soft spoken, comforting words, Namine blinked, releasing two more tears. The slid down her face as she held Roxas' gaze, her emotions jumbled in her sky-blue eyes.

 

Roxas's grip on Namine's hand tightened slightly when he saw her tears fall, the boy giving her hand a gentle, comforting squeeze. His bright blue eyes stayed locked with her sky-blue, unable to read them because the girl's emotions were scrambled within their light blue depths.