A/N: For some reason, the site erased records of people ever coming to my profile or stories. Weird. Well, anyway, here's a Zexine, as promised in my profile. It's Friday, so I thought, "Why not celebrate it with an awesome crack pairing one-shot?" Enjoy, everyone!


Heartless Passion

She floated on the water of the fountain in Marluxia's garden, disregarding the fact that she might be caught. Tendrils of her corn-silk colored hair were stolen by the current, her bare feet occasionally splashing languidly. This girl closed her ocean blue eyes peacefully, a serene expression flattering her face. Content. Blissful. Not a care in the world. These false emotions that she rarely knew came in the form of this relaxing fountain. Its waters were deep enough for floating, but shallow enough so she would have no concerns over drowning.

Namine, the girl whom Organization XIII had shackled in the chains of bondage, enjoyed this freedom that she so rarely received. At least her guard Axel had left her here to take joy in this garden. And, even though she still found herself deep inside the castle, this sufficed. Nothing in the world was better than placidly laying on the water, which had its current to carry her worries away.

No Marluxia to lean in while she drew to induce inevitable anxiety, no Larxene to sadistically mock her with those falsely sweeter-than-honey words—no one was here to bother her. With a rare smile intact, Namine began to dream as only artists can, her blissful thoughts weaving into future inspirations for her drawings that she could create of her own free will.

It was a shame no such sketches could exist due to her servitude, due to the simple fact that she had to draw things that the other members asked of her.

However, she managed to forget that depressing thought as her mind wandered into a path all on its own, where she could truly be free.

Freedom—such a powerful word. Would she ever experience it? Taste it sweet on her tongue? Ardently, Namine hoped for once in her non-existence that this would be so. She desperately wished to explore beyond Castle Oblivion, even beyond her room that was really her prisoner's cell. Maybe if she did, she could reunite with the other half she knew lived miles and miles away from here. If she could do that, then the invisible chains she wore would crumble like ashes around her feet.

But, there were too many "ifs" involved in this meditation.

Namine sighed, opening her eyes to gaze upon the ceiling of this indoor garden. She still lived in the now, here in this wretched castle filled to the brim with just as wretched people. Ha, what a joke! They could never be classified as people, only halves of them. She was aware of that, considering she herself was one of the damned few. Even then, the Organization members cast her aside, treating her as though she had turned into an outcast the moment they dragged her to her prison. They ignored the fact that they were outcasts of society too or, to be more blunt, the leftovers.

Shuddering at that brief thought, she tried to resituate herself in her prior relaxed state. She had not the time for pessimism when she should delight in her liberation, however temporary it was.

The scent of the flowers in this garden enticed her, making its way into her nostrils. It welcomed her into her peace again, its perfume refreshing her and entreating her to feel as good as she possibly could without a heart. So she in turn welcomed the scent, as well as the cool water touching her exposed arms, legs, and neck.

However, Namine possessed hardly any awareness when it came to a certain observer hiding among the nearby shrubbery. He had to stifle his too sensitive nose from the entire flora's aroma, considering his sense of smell was stronger than the others'. His cerulean eyes, though, he dared not blind; the girl floating ten feet away captivated him too much.

As much as he despised himself to confess it, he had fallen in love with her, if it was possible. He lacked a heart and though he enthusiastically tried to think otherwise, he knew that that literally disheartening fact remained. After all, he used to be an eager young scientist; he had to know that better than anyone. Though, Namine's state of repose enchanted him. He had scarcely an idea as to why, but just silently ogling her beauty was enough for him—being near her would surely startle her. And out of all the flowers, he was aware that she was the most fragile of them all, as well as the most delicate.

He yearned for her presence, lusted after her pure voice; he merely wished that she could speak to him. She had at one time, but it was only to say "Excuse me", for his eyes did appear rather sharp when she bumped into him. That, however, was only out of heightened caution. The idea of him falling in love with her frightened him, since he considered it went against the laws of regular science.

Still...if he was going to have a chance with this youthful belle, it had to be now. Now was the rare time no unwanted company could interrupt them. Now was the time in which he could confess his undying love toward her. And, most of all now was the time in which he could kiss her if she willed it. She hypnotized him too profoundly to stop him from enacting this plan.

When Namine heard a rustle in the bushes near her location, she lifted her head so suddenly; she thought a muscle had popped in her neck. Fear tightened its harsh grip on her chest, stilling her entire being. What made this sheer terror even worse was when Number Six of the Organization revealed himself.

What in Kingdom Hearts' name was he doing here?

He would be one of the last Nobodies she thought she could ever encounter today. Usually, he displayed a cold, unfeeling demeanor toward her, and one that chilled her flesh.

Zexion approached her, though, with desperation glowing in his iridescent cerulean eyes. Something had troubled him for once; she had no clue as to what the source.

"I can't take it any more!" he shouted, startling Namine to near-death...if she could die, that is.

She, however, put on a falsely bold front by yelling, "What are you doing here?!? I thought none of you would bother me for once in my life, and this is what happens!"

Noticing the trembling anger and fear in her voice, Zexion allowed himself to stop his brisk walk toward her. This was not how he envisioned this encounter.

Then again, he had shouted, something he normally would never do. Perhaps he truly was frustrated over the fact that the memory witch had this deep affect on him. He resolved to calm himself by moving his passionate, inflamed eyes to move away from hers.

"I apologize... I just never had the slightest dream that this would ever happen. Honestly, I thought I had it under control, and then I see you like this..."

Namine wanted answers and ensured to interrupt him with her interrogating style. "What are you talking about? You seem mad at me for some reason, and I just want to know what's bothering you."

"I'm in love with you," Zexion managed to gasp out, "I never thought I would say it; I know I haven't proven it to you. But, I swear I will. I swear on my lost heart."

She felt herself softening at this declaration, her rosy lips forming into a relieved smile. "Is that why you've never approached me? Is it because that you didn't want to believe it could be possible—heartless love?"

"Yes." He sensed a smile establishing itself on his lips as well, took her in his arms, and kissed her with all the passion he was convinced he had.


A/N: I liked how this one turned out. A bit more poetic style than what I usually write; to be honest, though, this pairing is my third favorite of all time, right after Marlene. I tried to put enough passion in this as I could. Hopefully, I did that and more, but I can't be sure.