Relaxation (Open)

[Namine]

Wind blowing softly and the skies warming her skin, Namine sat on a bench in one of the ally-ways of Twilight Town. There wasn't really much for her to do today, but she had some spare time seeing as how the Organization XIII didn't seem to be trying as hard as usual to get her. That was a relief. She was in desperate need of a break. Although she was spectacular at hiding it, having someone after you all the time was stressful. And then of coarse, there was Diz. Enough with that though. She was supposed to be trying not to think about it instead of remembering.

Opening up her sketchbook with nervous fingers from being paranoid, Namine brushed a strand of her fine blonde hair that the wind blew out of place back over her shoulder. She picked up the pencil that lay next to her and began to draw what ever came to her mind. She found herself making a portrait of the boy like Sora. Roxas. Sora's nobody. In her drawing, he was fighting off many heartless being thrown at him. She portrayed him as strong and a warrior defending his three friends witch she drew off into the background.

Roxas. Hayner. Pence. Olette. Those were some of the luckiest people in the world. There friendship was true and none of these kids ever seemed to be lonely. She wished she could have friends like those. She often found herself lonely and possible a little bit jealous of the bond they shared. When was her time going to come? When was she going to get friends like these? Everyone seemed to have friends. Even Sora. He had Kairi and Riku. Maybe Namine's time would never come...After all, she was never supposed to exsist either. Maybe it was not her purpose to make friends with the time she had here how ever short or long it would be.

"You're letting your emotions get to you..." she spoke to herself in a quiet tone.

The only word for her feelings towards all Sora, Roxas, and their friends would have to be jealousy. At least, that was the only way she could think about describing it. Was there even another word for it? If there was, finding it for her was hopeless. Her thoughts were so scrambled. Why did she have to be Namine's nobody? If she wasn't, she wouldn't be half as important to everyone's plans. She wouldn't be forced against her will and she'd be able to live life her way and have all the small luxuries that came with friends.

Attempting to loosen up her mind and unwind her emotions a little bit, she closed her sketchbook. This stupid book of drawings was the only thing that she felt separated her from Kairi and made her a little bit of an individual person. Even though Kairi was an artist, she didn't see her carrying around a sketchbook like this. Namine shook her head and looked up to the orange skies of Twilight Town. Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyday was this relaxing and wonderful?

[Kadaj/Genesis]

A single wing swept across the sky, shedding its' onyx colored feathers across the ground of Twilight Town. It was a silent day to follow through as Genesis found himself a place for rest. There was no fatigue, but Genesis was always one to sit and wonder as he found himself in a place of beauty. He'd sighed at overall complexity of this small town and began to converse with himself as he landed on a rooftop to take his rest. "Wings of light and dark spread afar/ She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting."

A stronger gust than usual picked up and Genesis curled his wing over himself. It wasn't wise to keep an open wing out for the wind to catch when you didn't feel like flying. Then as he stood there, an extra sound picked up much to his own surprise. Genesis wandered over to the edge of the building he was standing on and looked on down. It was nothing more than a girl drawing in her sketch book, and Genesis didn't think much else of it all. But the drawing made him think twice.

"Angeal... Sephiroth...," he muttered in something resembling that of sadness. It had been many years since he lost his first friend of the two. As for the other one, Genesis had twisted the poor man into something wanting to destroy the planet much like what Genesis once set out to do when he realized what he was as well. Now, however, Sephiroth was no longer in existance as far as Genesis knew, and Genesis himself was trying to protect the world with his new-born life. And for a moment Genesis had wished that he could have both of them back to the days they once were the greatest forces living.

The girl spoke up, almost in ironic timing with a reply to his timid murmer. He looked back down on her with a perterbed expression. She was quiet in her words, much like he was quiet in his own personal text. "Ripples form on the water's surface/ The wandering soul knows no rest. Say what you wish of my emotions, child, but it is fraughtless." And she closed her notebook in reply it seemed. Genesis found himself floating on down to sit nonchalantly next to her. She was rather intriguing since his return to this world that was so different than what he remembered.