The Witch's White Room

[Hansy]

^{Hansy thought for a moment, maybe he could trust her, she didn't seem to have any malicious intent, but then again, there were alot of people in the world good at seeming nice. She could have just been manipulating the situation, after all. Still, she had offered him to ask, so he thought he might as well. "The boy you were talking about, is he the only one who's memories you ever tampered with?" Hansy asked, trying to sound nonchalant. How could he not wonder, he didn't remember anything, and he suddenly meets somone who 'happens' to play with memories. A bit suspicious not to say anything.}

[Naminé /admin/]

With a sigh, Naminé nodded. "And it wasn't by choice. I was rather...forced to do it. But, I saw how wrong tampering with his memories was and aided in restoring them. He's fine now," she replied, an embarassed blush creeping onto her cheeks. She looked to the window once more, making out the shapes of the forest's trees. She awaited another question.

[Hansy]

<sup>"Could you..." Hansy began to say timidly. "Try to give my memories back, I don't know, if they were tampered with, like you do, or broken, or taken from my in entirety. But I want them back...I think" Hansy finished, wondering to himself. Did he really want his memories back? Did he really want to know what there was before his memories had been taken from him.

He rose his hand, pulling the cloak hood off, and revealing his petit face, the black blindfold held firmly across his eyes. He still didn't trust her completely, but he didn't expect her to trust him at all, without at least seeing his face. She did look somewhat familiar, maybe he had just seen somone who looked like her, for he was almost certain he had never actually seen Naminé herself.</sup>

[Naminé /admin/]

Naminé sighed, looking at him for a moment before shaking her head. Her eyes were undertoned with a small sorrow as she spoke. "In order to replace them, I must first know what they are...and it seems that that information is impossible to obtain at this point," she said quietly. "I'm very sorry I cannot give them to you. But perhaps I can aid you if you begin a journey in trying to get them back." She looked up a bit, smiling. "In my opinion, your memories will probably return when you truly want them to."

[Hansy]

<sup>"Maybe..." Hansy said dully. He obviously thought that wasn't likely. After all, he wanted his memories back, or at least he thought he did. Was it subconcious, his own memories not wanting to reveal, or, was somone else witholding the memories themselves. Was there somone like Naminé toying with the shards of his past, or was it him. It seemed he would have to figure that out himself.

"You...said I look like an Organization?" Hansy began nervously. He had origianlly had no idea what she was talking about, so he wasn't particularly sure what he was asking about either. "Can you tell me more about them?" he finished. After all, if he dressed like them, and was even mistaken as one of them, maybe they knew something.</sup>

[Naminé /admin/]

Naminé nodded rather quickly. "Of course," she said. "The Organization XIII is a group of thirteen Nobodies...or beings without hearts. These particular Nobodies have retained their human form. They seek Kingdom Hearts and believe that obtaining it will allow them to get their hearts back. Their leader is Xemnas. He is the most ambitious of the thirteen, which have been reduced to some small number or other, I can't really remember..." She paused, mulling over what to say next. "They control lesser Nobodies and seek the power of the keyblade so as to aid in their quest for Kingdom Hearts. That's it in a nutshell, I guess...unless you want sheer details..." She smiled and shook her head, sighing.

[Hansy]

<sup>"I see..." Hansy said. Thinking to himself. The information wasn't particularly usefull, since he still didn't know anything about those in the Organization themselves, or anything about their more specific goals, or why he had their clothing. However, once he found out more, this information had a possiblilty to prove usefull. Still, he was gratefull to this girl for helping him out, she was after all, one of the first he'd talked to. Though, Hansy wasn't foolish enough to expect everyone to be as kind.

"Thanks" he said, looking to the side shyly. He trusted her more, but she still seemed affiliated with the Organization, as well as holding back some details, behind that smile.</sup>

[Naminé /admin/]

"If you want to know anything else, just ask," Naminé offered again. "I could also take you to the Organization's headquarters, if you're that interested." She smiled, glad to know she was helping. "Or, I could tell you about the places around here." She hesitantly reached out to her pencil, pausing before picking it up and working on the picture a bit more–she might as well do something to fill the silence on her part.

[Hansy]

<sup>"Their headquarters, really? Oka-ah" Hansy said, interrupted as a migrane shot through his brain. A couple flashes of memories, a symbol, a white castle, a black city. He grabbed his head, staying silent for a moment as it passed. He looked at Naminé again, his face now serious and shy again, as opposed to the small flicker or eagerness and exitment he'd had a moment ago.

"Actually, nevermind..." he said. He wasn't particularly sure himself why he declined, but regardless, he had. Besides, maybe it was a trap? "But..." he began again. "Why are you in this mansion"?</sup>

[Naminé /admin/]

The scratching of lead on paper filled the air for a moment, but then stopped when Naminé saw that she would have to actually think on her answer. She looked at Hansy for a moment, her eyes thoughtful. "I'm in this mansion because..." she began, trailing off a bit. "I'm in here because I like it." She smiled sincerely, blushing a bit but not knowing why. She then turned her attention to Hansy's sudden loss of interest. "Did you see anything?"

[Hansy]

^{"What...do you mean exactly?" Hansy said, somewhat with suspicion. Did he see anything, what was there to see, all there seemed to be was a bunch of random rooms with nothing but broken tables and the like inside them. "Is there something I should have seen? Or did you mean something other than the mansion?" he asked.}

[Naminé /admin/]

Naminé tilted her head, frowning. "Memories," she replied softly, humor contained in her voice.

/*short*/

[Hansy]

^{"Oh, sortof, a couple flashes of some guy with blue hair, but thats it..." he answered. The figure hadn't said anything, or done anything, it was just a picture, and Hansy couldn't find any meaning from that. But, he often got choppy and useless flashbacks, so he wasn't really surprised by it after, even though every time it happened he was struck flabbergasted.}

[Naminé /admin/]

Naminé nodded, trying to think of who it could. be. "There aren't many people with blue hair," she said with a smile. "I know of two, I believe." Saïx and Zexion were the first people to come to mind when she thought of blue hair and, seeing as Hansy looked to be in the organization, she couldn't see why the person couldn't be either of them. She decided to go back to drawing while she waited for him to say something.

[Hansy]

^{"Well, that means i'm not just going insane at least..." Hansy said, trying to feign his own small smile. Failing miserably. He looked across the room, moving his head around to see what was in her hand, before finally deciding that it would likely be best just to ask. "Um, what are you drawing?" he inquired. It was somewhat broken off from all his other questions, but he was curious.}