You Belong With Me

Prologue

Author's Note: Hey, y'all! Welcome back to BeefyLeChunk's Void of Random Ideas! Ahem, sorry. This story is the story that I've been anticipated to write for a very long time, now. The story, the plot, the characters, and the conflicts are already almost completely planned out, so I think updates for this story might be a bit faster than my other stories. Anyway, this is only the prologue, so I apologize for the ridiculously short chapter. Hope you like it!

Prologue: "Warmth"

Warmth.

At that moment, warmth was what I needed the most.

Snow covered the entire area, the green colour of the garden slowly fading into white. My leather boots made beautiful tapping sounds against the stone pathway as I carefully made my way into the white gardens of TwiCorp.

In the middle of a small closed circle of tall garden walls was a small swing set made of beautifully decorated stone. As I was seated on the swing, I felt a warm pair of arms pull me into an embrace as my visions turn black.

"Guess who~!" a familiar masculine voice echoed through the silent gardens. I grasped the person's hands, which covered both of my eyes, and chuckled softly.

"Roxas," I giggled, "why do you do this every time we're in here?"

"Because I'm awesome just like that," he replied.

"Oh, you sure are," I said with a slight sarcastic tone in my voice. Roxas chuckled and took a seat on the swing right next to mine. We sat there in silence for a little while, swinging back and forth on our swings. The wind swept across my hair and took a strand with it, and Roxas's hands reached out to tuck it back in place. I gave him an appreciative smile. My eyes widened when he pecked me in the cheeks.

"Oh my god, Roxas!" I scolded and looked away, hiding my obvious blush. "We've only been dating for two weeks, y'know!"

"So what?" he sat back onto his swing. "There's nobody here to see us."

"Still..." I tousled my blonde hair and darted my eyes away from my older companion.

"It doesn't matter anymore," I felt Roxas's arms wrap around mine. "He's gone, Naminé. You were right from the beginning. You belong with me now, and I will keep you safe no matter what."

For some reason, I felt a little safer and, well... touched. I leaned my head onto his chest and closed my eyes, Roxas's hands playing with my long blonde hair. I looked up at him; our nose were almost touching. His eyes stared straight into mine, and I finally found what I wanted the most.

Warmth.

Roxas had those eyes you could never forget. Sometimes it was icy, pale blue, and sometimes it was a deep shade of cerulean. It seemed to sparkle every time you stared deep into them. Even on the sunniest days, his eyes would occasionally grow tens of shades darker, as if he had a million thoughts in his mind at once.

After six crazy months of unfortunate events, Roxas and I were finally together. We've been dating for about two weeks now, but we don't usually see each other very often anymore. Roxas had to stay at the hospital, but he would visit us every weekend.

And why must he stay at the hospital, you asked? I could not tell you that yet. I have no rights to tell you the story that was not even mine in the first place.

Because this was Roxas's own story to tell.