Disclaimer: I do not own KH2. As much as I wish I do, I don't. v.v
This fanfic is set around the same time as the events in KH2.
Xenith's POV
I observe Naminéfrom my seat across the room. She's drawing in her pad again, another picture to add to her extensive collection. They're everywhere, her portraits – the sudden splashes of colour against stark, white walls. She is so absorbed in her task that she doesn't even acknowledge my presence. I turn my gaze from her to the white floor, a stray colour pencil sitting near my feet. I bend down to retrieve it, but hesitate, my fingers hovering only centimetres away from it. No one was fond of yours truly to touch their belongings. Don't be irrational. You're simply returning it. What could happen? Frowning, I reach out for the pencil, my fingers brushing the smooth object before it began to dissipate and then, disappear completely. Cursing myself, I looked up, apprehensive about her response. Naminé says nothing. She had been concentrating on her drawing. She hadn't seen what had happened to that pencil. I sit upright and brush down my clothes, looking down at my hands. It had happened again.
"Do not touch." Marluxia had instructed me sharply as he led me through the castle hallways. I merely nodded, as I took the liberty of observing my surroundings. The interior was not extravagant, indeed, it was rather bleak.
I was not aware of where he was taking me. In truth, I was not aware of how I had arrived at the castle. I only remembered waking up to see him gazing down at me, inspecting this uninvited guest. I had touched his ebony cloak, only to have it disperse beneath my fingers. I had been afraid, confused… Where was I? Who was I? Why did things disappear when I touched them? Marluxia had taken pity on me then. "Do not fear… Xenith." I will never forget the tenderness in which he addressed me.
Naminé's POV
I remember first meeting Xenith...
FLASHBACK
"Naminé." I looked up from my drawing, and greeted Marluxia with a timid nod. He motioned for someone to step forward, and I blinked in surprise when it was a girl – who I did not recognize – who moved forward. "Xenith. This is Naminé," Marluxia said, and the girl nodded, studying me with a calm gaze.
It was her eyes that I noticed first. The right was an opaque white, while the left was a bright teal. Her hair was unnaturally white and fell to about her mid back. It was not styled into any fashion, and simply hung down in a straight, unruffled way. She had a lean frame and her skin tone was similar to mine, if not lighter. She donned the same black, hooded coat as Marluxia, which made her overall pale complexion stand out.
"Look after her," Marluxia adds, before turning and leaving the room. Xenith stares at me before looking down at one of my drawings.
"Did you... draw these?" She asks.
I smile and nod. "Yes. Do you like them?"
Xenith says nothing.
END FLASHBACK
Xenith is the same today. She doesn't say anything. She just sits and watches me. The only time she speaks is when Marluxia is here. She thinks that Marluxia was kind to take pity on her. But I think he only did so because she has something of worth to him...