Notes: Your mom has notes. Second finished thingie, because Diary of Zexion is taking FOREVER. I wanted to do something for 411, because Shiney (The Crimson Luna Diviner) has CONVERTED ME. I was originally just going to bake brownies, but then one day in English class I opened Word and this poured out. So ok, I lied. I can write Marluxia.
disclaimer: It's so absurd that I would dare take anything larger than a stick of gum from Nomaru hat this disclaimer does not deserve to be capitalized.
REBORN
Song wove the leaves, melodies in the grass. Beats in the crumbled undergrowth, sounding on everything. Only he could hear. Only he could really see. The trees danced, the rain spun everything into different focus. The colors deepened, the edges shown slick. There was no silver moon tonight- the wisps of gray and black amassed and covered it from view.
Only with a back light from the clouds shown the rain.
Amaluir stood in it, glorying the wet wind and deep damp earthy smells that filled him, spinning his rosy hair and making his pale skin shine slickly. He took a deep breath, raised his hands, and stepped out from the under the leaves.
The trees stretched to keep him, the sea of grass waved toward him, roses bloomed and twined around his feet. Their thorns cut him, his blood fed them. He was not afraid.
There was something missing.
He knew what it was in the moment it took him, as the life flashes before your eyes when you die, so too does the truth of your follies make themselves known when shadows rips out your heart.
The rain poured, the sea of green thrashed in welcome, the oaks and maples and willows behind him sang- all for him.
And it was beautiful. He knew it was beautiful, the aesthetics were not lost. And so he was not afraid.
The storm heightened, lightning flared sulfurous in the night, illumination striking the hills as a shadow exploded into existence in the distance. Ama looked, and could see long sandy hair, whipping in the wind, against a black coat. Though the distance was great, he saw the harsh lines of his face, the pale skin, the beryl eyes searching, then fixing on him. The storm tossed his hair, his long dark coat, the chains at his neck, but the man did not react. He was also missing something. He was like Ama as well.
The man came to stand before him, observed the thorns on his ankles like some upside down Jesus, the rain in his hair, the wet on his bare skin. He saw the missing where something should have been, and he saw Ama know this without comment. He smiled.
"Welcome to Organization XIII. I am your superior, Number IV."
"What's your name?"
"You are not authorized to call me my name."
IV watched Amaluir's eyes, Ama saw the ice in his, the frost in the place where something was missing. It shown like snow and was beautiful like winter. Perfect and crystalline.
"It's Vexen."
"Where are we going? What am I? My name is Amaluir."
Vexen smiled like winter again.
"Not anymore."
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Notes: Go well with cookies and milk. Happy 411. Review. You know the
drill. -points at button-
PS: Amaluir is pronounced
'am-AH-LOO-ear'