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Stay Silent- A KH Fanfiction

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Stay Silent- A Kingdom Hearts Fan fiction
Based off of Mozart’s “Requiem”


Autumn leaves gather around the old tomb stones. They look unloved, no longer wanted. But then again, they are dead. The season is clearly changing into winter, and the smell of snow is crisp in the air. The cloaked figure stares up into the gray sky. He turns to the graveyard sounding him. The stones marking death are falling apart, and the keeper of it obviously has not hired a gardener in years. What a pitiful world…

Remembering his purpose, he leaves the graveyard with relief. He knows that if he fails this mission, he may be joining the dead. It isn’t long until the graveyard leads into a courtyard. The grass is brown and dead. The trees have a few remaining leafs trying to hold on for just a little longer. He finds this place just as depressing as the graveyard.

It doesn’t take him long to find what he his looking for. There she is, plain as day. She is a mess. She sits under a tree, a tiny fire in front of her. She clings to the clothing that obviously made with what she could manage. Her dirty blonde hair is flipped over her left shoulder, and it could use a good washing. Her feet are bare and slightly blue. He realizes then if this girl didn’t get a home soon, she wouldn’t survive winter. He approaches her directly, wanting to leave quickly. She stares at him with big blue eyes. “Who are you?” She says quietly.

“It doesn’t matter,” He answers. “I just need you to come with me.”

“What for?” She asks, now kneeling.

“That doesn’t matter either because you don’t have a choice.”

She frowns sadly at him, confusing reflecting in her eyes. She tries to distract him, but he knows better. ”What’s your name?” She asks.

“I told you before; it doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters. Everybody has a name, a purpose.”

The figure stares up into the sky, once more. The cold air makes hi shiver, but he is wondering how the girl survived so long. He shakes his head and stares down at her. “It’s time to leave.”

She sits firmly on the ground. “No, I think I’ll stay,” She says with the strength she can muster.

The boy narrows his eyes under his hood. “I’ll repeat myself one last time; you have no choice.”

“No!”

“Fine then.” He reaches down and firmly holds her wrist. She tries to break free, but he is clearly stronger. He forces her to her feet and holds her close.

“Let me go!” She shouts. She fights back harder, trying to do anything to break free.

“Stop moving!” He hisses. He tightens his grip and twists her arm.

“Ow! You’re hurting me!” She screams. Tears fall from her eyes. He knows they are empty, but guilt stabs him in the chest. He releases his grip, and she backs up into the tree. The tears run down her face, and she is a afraid to look at him. He feels he should say sorry, but the words choke him. The girl pushes past him and runs towards the graveyard. He sighs to himself and chases after him. The graveyard is small, so it won’t be hard to find her. The first snowflakes of winter stick to his jacket. He listens very carefully for movement. She is good at hiding…

…But not that good. He hears dead leafs shift not too far away. He walks forward and glances behind the tombstones. She stares up at him, unable to move. Her body shakes with fear, and she opens her mouth to speak.

“Stay silent,” He orders. “It’ll be easier for the both of us.” He grabs her upper arm and gently pulls her too her feet.

“Please don’t,” She whispers, not looking at him.

“I have no choice.”

“Yes you do! Everybody has a choice!” She breaks free of him and backs away. She trips over the broken tomb and falls. He reaches out, but he just can’t reach. She hits her head on the stone and blacks out. He stands over her fragile body and lets out a shaky sigh. He scoops her up in his arms. He holds her close, afraid to hurt her again.

“Is it true, Naminé?” Roxas whispers in her ear. “Does everybody really have a choice?” A black portal opens, and he steps through.



A tall, pink haired man greets Roxas as he arrives. “Number XIII,” He says coldly with a cruel smile on, "you made it. And you’ve brought the girl.”

“Her name is Naminé,” Roxas barks at him, pulling off his hood. Marluxia frowns.

“Keep you temper, boy. You’re still new here. Now, hand her over.”

Roxas hesitates at first, his grip tightening. He stares down at her innocent face. She looks like she sleeping, but he knows he caused what had happened to her. Tear stains still remained her cheeks. He stares at the man who had open arms. He gives Naminé to him and turns away.

“Excellent job,” He grins, admiring his prize. He frowns again. “Gosh, did you hit her head with something? She’s got a bump the size of a goose’s egg. Was that completely necessary?” He laughs coldly. “Well, lucky for you, this bump will probably make her forget all about this.”

Roxas ignores his comments. Guilt continues to stab him over and over again in his empty chest. “Um, you might want to give her so new clothing,” He says quietly. “And clean her up a little. She’s been through a lot…”

“I can tell,” He sighs, staring at her. “Very, well. I will then.” Roxas nods and opens a portal. “Oh, wait! Number XIII, my offer still stands for you to join us here at Castle Oblivion.  We have big plans in store, and ‘Naminé’ is going to bring us the key.”

Roxas glares back at him. He thinks for a minute then looks at her. He shakes his head and looks down sadly. “I can’t…I can’t stay here. I’ve done enough. Just take care of her, okay?”

“Will do,” Marluxia says, waving good bye. Roxas takes a step through the portal and gives one last glance back.

He is completely through when Naminé’s eyes flutter open and the portal closes behind him.



The End.
Roxas you meanie!!!! Remember girls if a strange guy trys to take you to another world you scream, break free from him through the thumb, and knee him int he place you do not want to be kneed. XDDD Poor Namine never got self-defence lessons. But it's true, it really does work.

Anyways, remember when my laptop broke? Well, I couldn't listen to music, so I had to borrow my Mommy's Mozart's cds. This idea popped into my head while I was try to fall asleep while “Requiem” was on repeat.

+EDIT Now with some betterspelling!!....I wrote this at two a.m., I was have dead+

Should I write another part to it? Got any ideas? I have a few...

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