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Chapter Six: Basiphobia to Philophobia

Author's Note: The title; basiphobia is fear of falling, Philophobia is fear of falling in love. Also, throughout the story, ignore the fact that Twilight Town is in a constant state of sunset. And thanks to Nami-face for helping me through my insane writer's block.


"Wow, Roxas." Olette chewed off another bite of bacon-wrapped cantaloupe from her fork. "I didn't expect you to be such a great cook."

He smiled. "Thanks. Hey, are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah." She tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Anyway, where are the others?"

"They went out, but I'm stuck here washing the dishes." Roxas groaned. "You're the reason I'm not out with them." He grumbled.

Olette smiled, sensing the fakeness in his ignorance. "I'll help you." She finished off her plate, and brought it to the kitchen; a spotless kitchen. The mess from their food fight had disappeared, and the dishes were in the sink. She set hers in with it, and turned around.

"No, it's alright." He pulled his vest on. "I was gonna do it later. I just wanted to wait until you woke up before leaving." He picked up his skateboard and smiled again.

"Thanks." She smiled back, clipping her hair back up. He opened the hotel door and they walked out the door. "Uhm... Roxas?"

"Hm?" He looked back at her, pushing himself down the hallway on his skateboard.

"Nothing." She smiled fakely, shaking her head. "Want me to pull you?"

"Hah, alright." He held out his hand and she took it in her own.

"Hey, Roxas?" Olette pulled him along down the sidewalk, shading her eyes from the sun with one hand, pulling Roxas in the other. "Do you even know where they went?"

Roxas scratched his head. "I forgot." He grinned. "But we can just hang out if you want." He glanced up at the sky, at a scene of dark clouds. "It's gonna rain soon but we still have some time."

"That sounds good." She smiled, a light pink shone on her cheeks. "So, where to?"


"Oh my God," Naminé huffed, resting herself on the ledge of the steps. She flipped open the pages of the sketchbook on her lap and began to draw. "Those two sure are taking their time."

"Yeah, I'm tired of waiting." Sora slung his arms behind his head and turned to Riku and Kairi. "Why did you have to drag me out with you? I wanted to go check out Sunset Hill."

"Because I want to go shopping," Kairi replied. "And we all know that letting you wander around isn't exactly a smooth move." She smirked and hopped down from her seat.

"Whatever." Sora turned on his heel and walked toward the station. "I won't end up on a milk carton, I promise." He laughed.

"Actually, I wanted to do some sketches there." Naminé said to Kairi. "Olette and Roxas are probably off doing their own thing, too, so you just go shopping and have fun. Okay?" she smiled.

"Thanks." Kairi smiled back. "Riku, do you mind tagging along?"

"Sure." He stood up on the ledge, jumped to the ground and turned to Naminé. "We'll meet you guys back at the station in about two hours."

"Alright." The blonde girl turned and caught up with Sora. They headed for the station.


Naminé sat on the hill as Sora gazed into the horizon. Her eyes constantly shifted between her sketch and the view, slowing her gaze to Sora each time. Recreating his face on the page. His soft profile, his ocean blue eyes becoming teal, and brown hair that began to shine golden in the high-risen sun that had made it's way through the thick clouds. He looks just like Roxas, Naminé thought. He had stolen her gaze as he watched the ocean in the distance. She smiled silently, as she flipped the cover back over the page and set it at her feet.

Sora turned his head forward to Naminé. "You've been quiet. Are you okay?" He sat down next to her.

"Sorry." She bowed her head in apology. "I'm just thinking..."

"About what?" he cocked his head to the side.

She looked up, her bright blue eyes on the sun-stained clouds. "Roxas, I guess..." Her voice trailed off, as she scanned the horizon. "I think he's been getting better again, lately."

"Better? Is he sick?" Sora's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Naminé giggled. "No, he'd just seemed really sad for awhile. He's finally starting to cheer up again."

"Well," Sora sprawled out over the grassy hill. "I'm happy for him."

Naminé rested her head on her knees."It's thanks to Olette."


The brunette tripped off the skateboard, flinging it backwards. "Seriously, Roxas. Deal with it, I'm NEVER gonna be able to skate."

"Sure, you will." He smiled. "You just have to practice."

She sighed. "Fine." She ran after the board, stopping it with her foot, and picked it up. "But you're treating me to ice cream after this!"

"Haha, alright." Roxas took the skateboard from her hand, carried it back to the top of the slope, and set it back down on the flat ground at the train station.

Drip, drip, drip. The rain had started in a soft drizzle. "Oh, crap!" Roxas picked up his skateboard. "My board's gonna get waterlogged." The rain started to grow heavier. "Let's go get the ice cream and then head back to my house."

"Shouldn't we wait for the others at the hotel?" The two started running. "They still don't know where we are."

"It's too far. If they get too worried, they can just call my place." His pace got faster.

Olette sped up. "Alright. Maybe we'll see them there."


Roxas opened the door to the ice cream shop and walked up to the counter. "Two Sea Salts, please." He turned to Olette, who sat at a booth. "I hope the others didn't get stuck in this."

"Yeah." Olette pulled the clip out of her chocolate brown hair, letting the curls fall over her shoulders. "Anyway," She looked up. "Why didn't you ask Kairi to go skateboarding with you?" Roxas started to blush. "I know you have a thing for her."

"It's none of your business." He huffed, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. "Anyway, she has a boyfriend, if you didn't happen to see Sora snogging her face off last night."

"Well you could've just as well asked Naminé." She sighed, resting her face in her arms.

"Things with her are over, okay?!" He snapped.

She looked up, her emerald eyes growing populous with mist. "Roxa-"

"And I really want to move on from her, but you always have to bring it up!" He slammed a fist on the table.

A tear shook from the brunette's face. "I..."

Roxas's face softened. "Olette...?"

"I..." She rose from the table and dumbfoundedly headed for the door.

"Olette, I'm sor-"

She turned, her tear-streaked face turned serious. "I hate you!" Olette ran out the door, into the pouring rain.

Roxas ran after her but the rain blurred his sight and she disappeared into the storm. He fell to the ground by a row of payphones with a small roof over them. He saw a swirl etched in the dirt under his foot.

She's so dense, she didn't notice why I'd waited for her, why I took HER skateboarding instead of anyone else. I really like Kairi. I just met her, but there's something that's familiar, unlike anyone I've ever met. But Olette, I lo- He picked up his foot. "Olette + Roxas" This is HER handwriting. I'm such a fuck-up! He slowly ran his finger through the sand next to the design.

The rain slowed and Roxas got up, a soft smile on his face.

"To Olette:
This basiphobe, her fear of falling,
She gets dizzy as she falls to the floor.
But I, with my fear of love,
Have found that I've fallen for her.
Likewise, I'm dizzy with her words
That she's etched into sand,
I'm a philophobe who fell in love.
I'm doing all I can
So I can tell her how I feel,
Without a single word,
But with my warped and blinded rage,
I'll only be misheard.
So here's my message, finally.
I'm sorry for those times.
But, you know, my heart belongs to you
And I hope that yours can be mine.

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