shinrashuriken ;   00:00:00 { whoops sorry if this is awk; i just believe in sending ask karma, sooo ;u; }

_{In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.}

         _{After a certain point in time, a person begins to forget about it. The thing on their wrist that ticks down time, the time until they were meant to meet their alleged soul mate, the person who was supposed to complete them. Or at least, most people forget about it, because what was the use of paying attention to it at all times? If a person did, then they would be stuck staring at their wrist, obsessing over it, crying and wishing and pleading for time to go by faster.}

                                             _{So eventually, people forgot.}

         _{When Naminé had been created there had been more than a year left on her timer. Not that she had known what it meant, at first, but when she was told she pushed the thought out of her head. A year. A year was a long time, though her timer was the only way she knew how many hours, days, weeks, passed in that castle. All around her were timers that were at zero, and hers was the only one still counting down the moments until she would meet her soul mate.}

         _{And when Naminé had been taken to Twilight Town there had still been over a year left on her timer, and she started to ignore it. Time could be told by the way the sun rose and set outside, or she could ask DiZ or Riku. The timer was no longer needed, and in many ways she wondered why she even had one. What was the point? Having a timer meant that she had another half somewhere out there—someone who was not Kairi, her Somebody, because Kairi’s had been at zero for a long, long time—but her existence was supposed to be a mistake. She had been told that it was a mistake, because she was created from the heart of a Princess of Light.}

         _{Having a soul mate meant that she had more of a connection to the world, more things tying her there, than she wanted. It meant that it would make it all that much harder to leave when the time came, and she knew that the time would come when she would cease to exist as her own person. Her own being would be erased from the planet, and what would that mean for her soul mate? When she really thought about it, having that timer on her wrist… made her not what to leave.}

         _{So she didn’t think about it. Instead she focused her time and dedication on making her way through the mess of memories and putting pieces back together and, afterwards, drifting and drifting and drifting. There was little more that she could do than that, and for a time she was relatively content. Things were okay.}

                                    _{Until the day when her wrist started to burn.}

_00:10:00

         _{When she realized that her wrist was telling her that there was a mere ten minutes left before she would meet her soul mate, the apparent person she was meant to spend the rest of her life with, her eyes widened and she panicked. Panicked and hoped against hope that she would be able to avoid it, to get away from this apparent destiny that was branded on her wrist, and blindly she opened a portal.}

         _{Running through the portal she tried to keep her breathing steady as she ran straight into a new world, foreign in its surroundings, and she weaved between people, ducking underneath arms and dodging other bodies. There was no way… she couldn’t… she just couldn’t… she couldn’t meet her soul mate, because then that would make it impossible for her to leave one day. To rejoin with Kairi and become whole again, like she was meant to. That was her destiny, that was what she was meant to do, and there was no saying otherwise. Her existence had been an accident.}

_00:02:12

         _{Abruptly aware that she was short of breath she ducked away from the crowd and pressed her back against the wall of a building. Panic clogged her throat and made it nearly impossible to breathe, and she tipped her head back, closing her eyes in an attempt to straighten out her thoughts. She had no idea where she was, what world she was in… and she glanced down at her wrist, which was still counting down. There was no time added to it, nothing increasing, decreasing further and further and further… blindly traveling worlds did not help.}

         _{Immediately she thought to get away from the world she had stepped onto, but her ability to open dark corridors slipped from her finger tips, as if mocking her and telling her that there was no way to get away from fate. The idea to keep running also occurred to her, but what use was it? Running in the same world that her alleged soul mate was in would not help anything… because one way or another, they would meet each other, when time hit zero.}

_00:00:15

         _{Taking a deep breath she pushed away from the wall and continued down the street, keeping her head down and letting her blonde bangs cover her eyes. Carefully she kept her wrist pressed against her torso, not daring to look, not daring to even glance at the number that were scarred into her skin. She knew that the moment they hit zero, the timer would not disappear, but rather stay a scar there and slowly start to fade, yet never completely.}

         _{Suddenly she bumped into a very solid body and chest constricted as she swayed and hands, gentle hands, reached out to steady her so as to keep her from falling. ”Oh, I’m sorry,” a voice said, clearly feminine, and something inside of Naminé gave way. Her shoulders fell and she let her arm fall to her side and she breathed in softly, an odd feeling of peace settling over her as she lifted her head and looked at her soul mate straight in the eyes.}

_00:00:00

         _{A feeling of absolute happiness settled over her, warmed her body and made her smile wide as she looked up at the woman who meant the world to her within those few moments, with her bright hair and beautiful face. Dread was somewhere inside of her, but there was no room for dread in the forefront of her mind in that moment, not when there was so much happiness filling her, not when the woman was looking at her with similar happiness on her face.}

                                                      _{”Hello, I’m Naminé.”}

                                             _{”Cissnei.”}