Chapter 1
Nobody
There once was a beautiful young girl who is trapped in a small white room. Everything is white; the marble floors, the walls, her dress, even the furniture is white. The only color in the room is, her; she has light pink rosy cheeks and breathtaking big blue eyes. She is a shy, quiet girl, but she isn't ordinary, for she has amazing powers. She wields the power to manipulate the memories of this young boy, and those close to him. She hated this power for she didn't want to hurt anyone; she's forced by an organization group to mess with him because they wanted his power. He is the chosen one to fight the darkness even though he is just a young boy. She uses her drawings, to play with his memories; the boy knows nothing of her, yet she knew everything about him; his friends, where he lives, his power, everything…
The girl sat up straight in her chair as she stared blankly at her sketchpad; she just got done drawing the young boy. He has a huge grin on his face for he is always happy and positive. She examined his appearance and clothing; he has brown spiky hair, peachy skin, and piercing dark blue eyes… His clothing is, unique… He wore a red jumpsuit that has a long zipper running through the middle, ending with puffy shorts. He also wore white gloves and yellowish black shoes. She ran her fingers lightly on her picture. She felt pain in her chest, like a black hole, is inside her. She did not want to go through with this plan, but she has no other choice. The leader of this castle said he would hurt her if she did not do what he says, and he threatened to keep her locked up in this castle, forever. She's afraid of him because he is very intimidating and dark. She couldn't judge the man for she is dark too. They both were nobodies; they were never loved, and they both were alone. He had no emotion, yet, surprisingly this young girl did, but all she ever felt was fear, depression, guilt and loneliness. She hoped that someday, someone will love her, but in the back of her mind, she knows no one would ever love such a heartless girl.
She stroked her drawing; the more she studied it, the more she hated herself. Getting rid of his memories and replacing them with lies is a cold thing to do to a person. As she is lost in her picture, her door opened slowly and quietly.
"Namine." A man who is tall with a long black coat on came in her room. He has his black hood up so she couldn't see his face.
She looked up from her sketchpad to stare at the man; her body started to shake. The man before her is the one who imprisoned her here, who threatened to hurt her.
"Aren't you going to greet me back?" His voice is harsh and cold.
"Hello, Marluxia." She greeted, but her words are shaky.
"That's better." He said mockingly. "Are you doing what I asked you to do?"
"Yes." She whispered. "But, why must I replace this girl with myself?" She flipped a page back from her sketchbook to reveal the same young boy with a young girl; she has short dark red hair. The red haired girl resembles Namine a lot. They have the same features except Namine has long light blonde hair instead of red, but the girl has the same color eyes as Namine's. Marluxia ordered Namine a couple of days ago to erase this girl out of the boy's memories and replace her with herself. Marluxia never gave her an explanation, but Namine was too afraid to ask before…
"Because my dear I want him to fall for you." He laughed in disgust.
"He's in love with her." Namine touched the redhead girl in the painting. "She's beautiful."
"Don't be jealous. Soon he'll have the same feelings towards you, and he'll forget that she even exists."
"Why would I want him to love me? He doesn't know me."
"He will soon." Marluxia walked closer to Namine and he started to stroke her hair gently. She flinched at his touch, but she let him do as he pleases.
"Why do you want him here?" She asked softly.
"I want the power of the keyblade. If I have it, I will control everything… Everything will be mine." He sounded greedy.
Namine sighed quietly as he kept stroking her hair. The keyblade is the weapon that the young boy used against the darkness, against the heartless… Marluxia's motives were to rebel against the organization leader, Xemnas and become the new leader; there are thirteen members in the organization and just like Namine and himself, they were nobodies too. Marluxia only has five of the members in on his plan to overrule Xemnas, and Marluxia wants to use the young boy as a puppet to help him with his plan. Marluxia thinks that the young boy's powers will destroy Xemnas, and after Marluxia is done using the boy, he will kill him and take his power, making himself invincible.
Marluxia finally stopped touching her hair. "Sora is on his way here. Start erasing his memories of that girl and replace them with you!" He ordered.
"Alright." She quietly whispered, feeling guilty inside.
"Your hero is coming to save you, princess." He said in a sarcastic tone before he left her alone in her little white prison.
"He doesn't want me, he wants Kairi." She said to herself as she examined the girl in her picture. Namine couldn't help but admire Kairi, and her beautiful life. She has great friends, a wonderful personality, she's gorgeous, and she does not have any darkness in her… All these traits of Kairi, Namine lacked; She secretly envied Kairi.
Namine started to draw herself with Sora, but she began to feel sick to her stomach. She didn't want to ruin his relationship with Kairi. She wanted to leave them alone. Namine hated her power. The members of the organization who lives in this castle call her the "white witch" because of her dark power. Namine never called it power, but she would call it a "curse." The people here are just using her for it, and it made her feel dirty.
After she was done replacing Kairi with herself, she lied down in her bed, her sketchpad lying on her stomach. She stared up at the ceiling; this whole castle is white, yet it felt dark and depressing.
"Castle Oblivion." She quietly whispered to herself.
Namine thought about Marluxia. She doesn't know much about him, only that he's cold and cares for power. She sat up from her bed and started to draw a pink flower. He did like flowers… Maybe if she drew him a picture, he would be a little kinder towards her… Namine never felt hatred towards another before. She always took pity for people, even if they didn't treat her kindly. She always tries to see the good in everyone. She really did feel for Marluxia because they shared the same fate. They didn't choose this life, but they got it… It was a harsh life for the both of them.
She was done drawing the huge pink flower, it only took her a couple of seconds, but it looks perfect. The outline of it is nice and neat, and the coloring is all in the flower, not outside it.
"Hey." Speaking of him, he came back to her room to check up on her. His hood is down, this time, revealing his face. He has feminine features; his eyes were cold, but they were beautiful. Like Namine, he has stunning blue eyes. His hair is shoulder-length and is the color of a light pink rose. He has a pretty face, but it hid ugly motives.
Namine couldn't help but be excited that Marluxia came back to see her. "Here, Take it." She ripped the finish drawing out of her sketchpad, she didn't hesitate; she really wanted to give it to him.
"What's this?" He took the paper and examined it. "A pink flower…" He traced the flower with his fingertips. "Why did you draw me this?"
"I don't know." She did, but she didn't want to explain herself. He would laugh at her if she told him otherwise.
"Thank you." He said gently.
Namine was shocked by his gratitude, but she couldn't stop herself from smiling. "You are welcome."
Marluxia continued to stare at her drawing she gave to him. "Um, I should go." He awkwardly hurried and rushed out of her room for he felt something he never felt before…
Warmth…
*~*~*~*~Angel In Disguise~*~*~*
Marluxia went to his room and sat on his bed. He couldn't take his eyes off of the picture that the young witch has drawn him. He couldn't help but to question her kindness. I have treated her like shit, yet she does something nice like this? He shook his head to forget about it. It should not mean anything to him. It is just a stupid drawing. He folded the picture in fours and put it in his coat pocket…
If it was stupid then why didn't he get rid of it? He lied down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He hated being heartless… He couldn't feel; he is just cold... But, when that young girl gave him this picture he felt something. He couldn't help but to laugh, though, she meant nothing to him. She is just an object to get him the power he wants and deserves. Soon, he will have Sora's power, and after Namine is of no use to him, he will kill her.
*~*~*~*~Angel In Disguise~*~*~*
Namine couldn't stop smiling after Marluxia left. She is happy he liked her drawing… She wondered why she cared that he liked it, but she shrugged it off. She shouldn't be so kind towards him because she knew he was an awful person, yet she wanted him to like her. Why, though? Was it because she has no one else? She's scared of him, yet she cared what he thought about her.
She is lying in bed. She couldn't sleep at all. She is too anxious to see him again. Her eyes kept looking at the door, wishing he would open it. She wouldn't care if he were rude to her, just as long as she saw him. She admitted to herself she didn't feel as lonely when he would visit her even though, she is frightened by him… She finally felt her eyelids growing heavy and she fell into a deep slumber.
*~*~*~*~Angel In Disguise~*~*~*
She opened her eyes and immediately got out of bed. She fixed her white dress so it is nice and neat. She then sat in the chair she always sits on, waiting patiently for him.
Marluxia came in the room to do his daily check up on her. "Namine." He greeted.
"Hi…" Her voice is shaky as usual, but she gave him a small smile.
"Sora is in the castle looking for you."
"Oh." She didn't want to talk about it… She didn't want to be reminded of what she did to the poor boy.
"Well, I'll check back on you later…" He went to leave; she was no use to him anymore today.
That's it? Namine felt disappointed. "Wait…" She called out to him softly.
"Hm?" He didn't turn around to face her; he is halfway out the door.
"Don't leave… I." She couldn't find the right words. How does she ask him to stay with her?
"Do you need anything?"
"Um, no…"
"Then what do you want?" He asked harshly.
"Can you stay here a little longer?" She bit her lip. She felt stupid asking him that, no, she's afraid to hear his answer…
He turned around; his eyes widened. "You want me to stay in here? Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Yes, but…"
"But?" He is shocked. Why does she want him here? He treats her poorly, yet she's asking him to stay with her.
"I don't want to be alone." She confessed as she started to sob.
Marluxia walked up to her without showing any sign of emotion and wiped away her tears from her face with his fingertips. She usually would flinch away from his touch, but this time, she froze in her chair. She wanted him to touch her so she stayed perfectly still.
"I'll stay for only a little bit." Marluxia wiped the last couple of tears from her cheeks.
"Okay." She whispered; happy he wasn't going to leave her alone.
Marluxia sat on the edge of the table, facing her. He is only inches apart from her. She relaxed, her hands on her lap as she is staring at him. He wanted to ask her why she wanted him to stay with her, but he didn't want her to think he was interested in her…
"Marluxia?" She finally spoke up.
"Yeah?"
"Um, thank you for agreeing to stay with me for a little bit. I enjoy your company." She gave him a gentle smile.
He laughed; he couldn't believe what she just said to him. "I don't treat you well, why would you say that?"
"I just never had anyone around me before…" She was hurt that he was laughing at her.
"You and I are supposed to not have anyone around us. We aren't meant to feel, Namine." He said calmly.
"I…" She knew this fact already, but she had little hope to at least, have felt that someone wanted her even if it's just for a little bit.
"If you think I would care for you, then you are wrong." He said sternly.
Namine couldn't help but sob again. "I know you don't like me. I mean nothing to anyone…"
Marluxia felt something inside him, a new emotion; guilt, "Ugh."
"What's wrong?" Namine asked as she kept sobbing.
"Nothing!" He growled, pissed he's feeling these new emotions inside him.
Namine slowly rose up from her chair and curiously, touched his hand that is placed on his chest where his heart should be. Now he is the one who is flinching... Why is she touching him? She never touched him before… What has gotten into her?
"You feel something?" She looked into his blue eyes.
"No." He lied.
"Oh." She sighed as she went back to sit in her seat. "Sorry. I shouldn't have touched you. I had no right."
He couldn't help but admire her shyness. She is so fragile and quiet. She always acted nervous around people. For the first time, he looked at her with gentle eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked her quietly.
"Yes."
"How do you feel when you are just a nobody?"
"I only feel bad emotions… Fear, guilt, loneliness, and depression." She answered as she stared at the marble floor. "I know I will never feel love or happiness, but I want to…"
"You will with Sora." Marluxia snorted. That stupid boy will believe that this young girl is his true love… How pathetic!
"But it's false. He only thinks he will love me when in reality, he only loves Kairi." She explained.
"That's close to love you will ever experience," Marluxia said coldly.
"When you were human, have you ever been in love?" Namine couldn't help but ask.
He flinched at the question, but he showed no emotion. "No."
"I see," Namine whispered.
"I have to leave now… I'll see you later." Marluxia stood up from sitting on Namine's table and left the room.
Namine felt lonely again as soon as he was out of her sight.
*~*~*~*~Angel In Disguise~*~*~*
"Marluxia!" A female dressed in the same long black coat as him came running up to him.
"Larxene." Marluxia turned around to face one of his followers.
"Were you in her room?" She questioned him. She hated him visiting her daily. She felt like he was attracted to the young girl, even though he never admitted to it… Larxene always felt jealous of her every time he's in her room.
"Yeah."
"Why? All you have to do is check up on her for a couple of seconds to make sure she's doing her job."
"Don't question what I do with the girl." He said casually. Larxene was supposed to follow his orders, not question what he does.
"Hm. Getting defensive?" She mocked.
"Not at all." He went to leave her, but she grabbed his wrist.
"I saw how you looked at her when you first laid eyes on her. You had lust in your eyes." She laughed wickedly.
"No." His tone is cold.
"Ha, Don't get attached to her. She's nothing… She's just a tool to use."
Marluxia didn't answer. He jerked his arm, so Larxene would let go of him, and he continued to walk down the hallway. He didn't care for the white witch. She meant nothing to him just like everyone else. He lived in this world to not feel love, that was his harsh fate and he accepted it…
He returned to his room and sat on his bed. He took out Namine's picture that she drew for him and examined it. The stupid girl has hopes to find love. She is different from him. All he wanted is power while she wanted to be loved and not be so alone in this cold, sick world.