A/N: My buddy Madax requested this. His words were "How 'bout some het for a change?" I compromised and gave him a threesome fic. It's short, but the blackmail he's got on me doesn't cover anything longer than a drabble.

Nobodies can't love.

That's one of the truths of their existance. Every thought, every sensation is colored by the simple immutable fact that they feel nothing resembling emotion.

Lust comes naturally to them. A physical response to chemicals in the brain. Nothing to do with the heart. It's the same with pain.

Namine likes to think that with lust and pain, she can find some shade of love. Something to substitute for the thing that is ever beyond her reach.

Marluxia is lust. Everything about the flowery man screams sex. It's one of the few comforts nobodies have, and he indulges in it constantly.

Larxene is pain. Everything she does is calculated for the express purpose of hurting those around her. Her words and her knives, it's impossible to say which is the sharper.

But if Marluxia is lust, and Larxene is pain, what does that make Namine?

She's decided that she is calm. The gentle rainfall to cool the fires of Larxene's cruelty and Marluxia's insanity.

But of course, it doesn't rain every day, and they inevitably bounce back, the flames surging upward to consume her. The three of them come together in a glorious inferno, and as her flesh is set ablaze, she forgets it all. The pain. The lust.

Even the taunting memory of love is burned away.

Even if she could feel sorrow, she doubts she'd miss it.