Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Autumn: This is a definite portrayal of Naminé being...well, insane. And I guess if you squint your eyes real tight, tilt your head to the left, and spin around a few times, this would be shoujoai, but I personally would not put it into that category. So whether you have the opinion of the latter, or not, you've been warned.

Paint It Red

It was always twilight. Always just dark enough to hide the sin, but light enough to capture beauty in its entirety. It was enough to shadow the madness and insanity, enough to make her look like an angel.

And it was enough to allow her to muffle the screams of her Somebody at any moment she would need to. That was why she liked it here.

She could manipulate the environment, paint on a mask of purity that would cause others to stare for the plain pleasure of taking in her breathless beauty. She would smile, wickedness lacing her lips, insanity knocking around in her voice, the lack of stability in her movements, though she was still ever graceful. It was always twilight, therefore all anyone would see in her smile was porcelain skin, innocence, and truthful cheerful, overjoyed happiness she would utterly fake with such ease, it was unnatural.

They didn't see her holding a bloody hand over the strained, shrill screams Kairi would suffer in an unbalanced panic that could only be described as painful disparity. They didn't see the madness simply her voice could ensue. They didn't see she was not truthfully stable enough to be standing on two feet, that she was a million and one miles away from being sane.

They didn't see that she could make them see whatever it is she wanted.

Her laugh could make any one of them smile, a prime example.

Kairi could always hear her laugh, and she would grip mercilessly over her ears, trying to mute the chaotic pleasure echoing from her Nobody's lips as her blissful and schizophrenic joy was advertised all around her.

The inconsistancy of her moods were melodic, in a twisted sort of way. She could be lost in a dream world of her own, drugged by her own bliss, but her eyes would burn with fiery of an avenger, of a murderer, a killer who could never be quenched of her thirst.

Fate had damned Kairi to the scorching depths of hell to have dragged her to one such as Naminé. With Naminé, she was the master and every being around her, they were the puppets. She could have or do anything she wanted or needed. Although she would consider want and need to be nothing short of the same.

And now, she wanted Kairi.

Kairi knew. She always knew. She would run, run, run until her lungs collapsed, until her heart would beat hard enough to burst through her chest. It was never much of a challenge for Naminé to make up for lost distance and catch up.

Always twilight.

Enough to shade the chase so that no one would see her running away, no one would hear her screaming for it all to stop. Naminé would hear, and she would simply grace her pale lips with a sick smirk.

Because she knew it was going to stop. It was all going to stop, little by little. Kairi never would have had to ask.

It was always twilight. And no one would know.