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Muse
a zexion/naminé fanfic.
A faint sunlight fell through the few windows of the castle, the sleek white exterior shining. Naminé sat by the window of her room, watching the sun rise. The glowing semicircle rose barely above the horizon before the darkness of the sky jostled it back down, and night fell once again of Castle Oblivion.
The 'sunrise' was Naminé's favourite part of her time in the castle. Every sunrise her room would glow with vibrant colours that she never saw by moonlight, and she would feel a layer of warmth settle over her. That was why she had specifically asked Axel to move her chair towards the window for her, so she could sit and watch. The redhead was kind to her, kinder than the others. Larxene beat her, and the others simply ignored her.
Her head was bent to her drawing pad, warmly-shaded pencils scattered about her table. On her pad was what looked like a gradual sketch worked on over time, the roughness of the shading varying in places. It was a sunrise against darkness, slivers of orange scoring through the sky.
"Naminé?"
The blonde turned her head at the voice, seeing a cloaked figure standing by her dim doorframe. Her mind shot to Marluxia, the leader of the Castle. She almost had the mind to speak up and ask their leave when they moved closer towards her, moonlight falling across their features.
A strong jaw and sharp nose were slightly obscured by a mop of steel blue hair. The man's eyes were alert, determined, but his lids fell slightly. His skin was a slight tan, darker than Naminé's own porcelain. He held a small book, seeming to cradle it with one hand on the cover and the other supporting it.
"Do you know me?" He asked. His voice was quiet, with a kind of roughness to it. She stood and placed her sketchpad on the table, walking over to him.
"You're with the Organization.." Naminé murmured, glancing at his cloak. "Have you come to hurt me?"
His eyes seemed to shrink back in his head, his strong face becoming vulnerable.
"I could.. never hurt you, Naminé. My name is Zexion.."
"The Cloaked Schemer," she muttered. Axel had told her playful stories of a member who spent half his time in the library and the rest of his time off elsewhere, roaming through the darkness. She had thought them just stories that Axel made up to entertain her when he was avoiding Marluxia or Vexen.. but with this handsome man standing before her..
"Zexion. I'm Naminé." She extended a petite hand, and he shrunk back clutching his book.
"I know."
She frowned. The strong, admirable male she had seen first enter was crumbling before her eyes to a shy bookworm. Naminé smiled sweetly at him.
"It's okay, you don't have to touch me. .. you like reading?" She asked, gesturing towards the two small chairs beside her table. He hesitantly sat, and she with him.
".. Very much." Zexion's cobalt eyes softened with his answer, and Naminé pryed at the book in his hands. He flinched, shrinking back once again.
"If you keep doing that, I won't be able to get to know you properly." She teased. Zexion looked up at her weakly, and she blinked. "I'm sorry, have I.. ?"
"You ruined it.." he muttered, standing from his chair. "Ruined!"
Zexion threw his lexicon to the floor in frustration, Naminé's room disappearing around him.
"You'll never get it right, you know. You'll never really meet her," Larxene cackled, leaning over the basement railing.
"Shut up!" He hissed, and the sadist slipped away, leaving him to his illusions. "I'll make it perfect.."
end.
Almost forgot to upload this stupid thing Dx