taciturngunblade-deactivated201 ;   "I know your secret.”

Send me a sentence.

         _{Within the shadow of the forest, the trees stretching up overhead so high that it sometimes seemed like they touched the sky, there never seemed to be any sound. Not a crack of a branch, not the rustle of a tree, not the mischievous sound of voices, not the puttering noise of animals or movements. Rare was it for anyone to ever come through the forest, to come through the hold that was broken into the wall, because many of the people in Twilight Town found the forest to be… threatening. Dangerous.}

         _{Only the Heartless and the stray Nobody inhabited that forest, which made it an area that no one could really be safe in. That was what made it the safest place to store Naminé away as she spent a long time piecing broken pieces of a young man’s memory back together. Sometimes a brave teenager wandered close, but soon enough they were all scared by the way that a stray curtain moved, seemingly out of nowhere. Rumors spread like wildfire, that much even she knew isolated from the rest of society that lived on that world.}

         _{Yet there she stood, underneath the cover of the trees, shadows stretching faintly over her skin and her hair and her dress. There she stood, yet she was not alone, and she knew that she was not alone, but still she took strides towards the opening several yards away, the opening that would lead to the old mansion. The mansion that was both a beacon of hope and despair, a place to always return to—a flawed place to always return to.}

                                                      _{What place was not flawed, however?}

         _{Still she made strides away, away from the man that she barely knew, had only spoken to several times. At the beginning it had not been on purpose, but had rather been an omission of the truth, because he had never asked. Never had she been asked, never had it been questioned, her random appearances out of seemingly nowhere—because people just assumed. People assumed that she lived in certain places, had no way of drifting between worlds, only saw her in one world because they did not have the ability to move as she did.}

                                                                        _{Assumptions could be dangerous.}

                                                            _{They could alter perceptions.}

         _{Moving swiftly she tried to make the least noise as she could possibly manage, not wanting to attract attention to herself. Not yet had he seen her, but she could tell that he had sensed her, knew that she was there, that her presence lingered. Not too far away, close enough to hear, certainly close enough to reach in a matter of moments. As far as she was trying to move, she was not nearly fast enough to get away, not without the innate desperation to be safe, or sound, or without a direct threat to her life.}

         _{There was certainly no threat to her life, no immediate thing that frightened her or scared her. But rather the sneaking suspicion that something was wrong, the fear that something was going to happen, something was going to be said that she did not want to be heard. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, her shoulders stiffen. But there was no way that she could get away, in the end.}

_{”I know your secret.”}

         _{Stuttering to a stop she stood there silently, breath coming softly as her fingers twitched minutely. Thoughts rushed, cluttered her mind and made it hard to think straight, to string together a sentence that actually made sense. The admission was not anything world ending, nothing innately offensive or presumptuous, nothing that she couldn’t just brush off, yet the only thought that was clear to her was—}

                                    _{H o w?}

         _{Her secret. There were many secrets that Naminé had, that she would be unwilling to tell or say or admit to anyone, even those closest to her, even those that expressed some care towards her. Secrets that laid heavy in her heart and festered, and were impossible to ignore or pretend simply did not exist. Things that she never wanted to say aloud, never again after the fact. Things that she had done, her existence itself… everything since her creation had been a secret. Absolutely everything.}

         _{There was no way for her to hide it, no way for her to avoid it, because the desire to know what secret, what he had found out about her, if it was the truth or if it was a lie, that curiosity was overriding. Fear consumed her chest, and she wondered what he would do to her, if he knew that she was a Nobody like the rest of the Organization, that she had done things to the hero he put hope in that ruined him. Would he destroy her? Would he express fear, disgust, disappointment?}

                  _{So slowly, surely, she began to turn as she heard heavy footfalls grow nearer to her, and she tried to school her expression into blankness. She could not bear to express any fear, concern, could not confirm his doubts without words that perhaps, perhaps she had had something to hide. Naminé looked at him quietly as he stepped past one of the many trees that surrounded them, and she tiled her head to the side.}

                                             _{”… Leon.”}