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March 23-07
Namine sighed witsfully at her sketchbook. One page left. One more page and she would be useless to the Organization. It almost made her smile to think that next time Marluxia requested her assistance she'd only smile. But first...
"Zexion, what should I draw?" She asked her captor of the day. The schemer had been assigned to her since Marluxia was away at the Pridelands. Zexion seemed neither happy nor sad about the arrangement. Actually, he didn't seem much of anything- he never talked.
"Hm?" Zexion shifted, breaking his concentration and glance at Namine,
"What should I draw?" Namine repeated.
Zexion paused. "I think... you should draw what you want most," He answered simply.
Namine flushed. "What if what I want isn't possible?" She asked meekly.
Zexion gave a sigh. "You cannot draw yourself a heart. I know, Xemnas already-"
"That's not what I want most..." Said in a near whisper.
If Zexion could have mustered a shocked look, he would have- but he could not, and merely pursed his lips. He did not ask what she really wanted, or why a heart was not the most inportant thing to her, as it should have been.
The was a long silence. Namine drew, Zexion's mind drifted.
"Zexion?" She called again. He turned to look at her. Quick as Larxene's lightning, Namine's lips touched his. They were gone a moment later.
Namine looked away with a light blush on her cheeks.
Zexion found himself stuttering for the first time in ever.
"I... I" He too was blushing. "Is that what you drew?" He asked incredulously. Namine smiled, and Zexion found himself smiling back.
"Nope." She gladly held up her sketchbook, showing a picture of Zexion smiling.