notmeanttoexiist:

                     The agreement turns the smile on her lips less bitter, more sad.  But something else, too.  Almost…almost happiness.  Namine will never know how much that means.  Just that Namine cares.

                                “You do, huh?”

She nods; Xion believes her.  Maybe she shouldn’t.  Axel lies all the time; sometimes she thinks even Roxas does.  But there’s no doubting the sincerity in Namine’s voice, so.  She lifts her eyes and since looking at eyes that match her own hurts too much, she instead stares at the wall beyond Namine’s left shoulder.

     ”Can you…do me a favor?  Can you…take care of them?  Once I’m.  Once I’m gone.”

            Gone.  It’s easier to say gone than it is to dead.   Than it is to say erased.

      “Roxas, especially.  He doesn’t understand.  I’m not even sure I do, really.  But he’s good.  When he realizes what’s right, he’ll do it.”  A slow, shuddering exhale, as though she’s trying not to cry.  ”And Axel, too?  I…I care about them a lot.  And…”

                      No.  She won’t cry.  She won’t.

                             ”And I’m not gonna be there to protect them.”

         _{A nod given—weak, but true. In the end she may not know Xion well, may not know her as she is as her own person, but the blonde fiercely wished that things were different. That they could have a different outcome, that she could be saved, because out of everyone this girl certainly deserved it as far as the blonde knew.}

                           _{To become her own person she had fought so hard…
                                             Yet all of that would soon come to nothing.
                                                               And all Naminé could do was watch.}

         _{The distress and sadness was clear in the ravenette’s voice and it drove the Nobody to stand up from where she sat ant to stride over to the girl—the young woman, really. Not so close that if she reached out they would be touching, but close enough that she could see more clearly, could find that they were not completely identical. From afar their faces were the same, but up close the blonde could find a few differences.}

                                    _{”I promise.”}

                  _{To promise was to swear herself to do this thing, to swear herself and agree that yes, she would do this, she would look after them. Look after Roxas, who was trying to find himself and was struggling and was growing frustrated, and Axel, who had manipulated her but who had also given her a chance to do the right thing through that, even if his intentions had not been good. But there was only so much that she could do, so much that she could say to ease Xion’s total disappearance—something that she still, even right then and there, was desperately trying to find a way around in her mind.}

                                                      _{”I’ll watch over them.”}