Disclaimer: I do not own Naminé or Marluxia, they belong to SquareEnix/Disney, I just love them to bits!
The Beginning of the End
--Naminé and Marluxia--
Silently she sat
As picturesque as a statue.
Pale skin, light hair…
An air of innocence.
Eyes cast down
Focused on her lap.
Pencil in hand,
Scrawling images over the page.
Cornflower hues somehow sad,
Though not revealing much else.
Her shoulders hunched,
Focused only on the work at hand.
It's almost as though she is the only person
In the world.
Slowly,
A hand,
Clad in black leather,
Reaches out,
Touches her shoulder.
It takes all of her power not to
Flinch,
Not to jump,
Not to scream.
Torn from her silent little
Dream World.
She is his prisoner once more.
Her hand freezes,
She can feel his breath now,
Silent,
Strong.
It terrifies her,
Yet calms her.
( He is her only
Human contact after all.)
She feels his cheek next to hers now,
But she dare not look his way.
She fights the chills that run down her spine,
Only a shudder is given.
She can almost see
The grin that motion
Would produce on his lips.
"What has my little artist
Drawn for me today?" He asks,
In that strong,
Quiet,
Deceivingly soothing voice.
Without a word,
she lets him take the sketch book away.
She reluctantly looks up at him,
Yearning for her sole possession
To be returned to her waiting arms.
"I can use none of these.
Come now,
Naminé,
Give me the Keyblade Master.
Give him to me
And we'll break free
From this Organization.
We won't have to resign to
Our fate
To disappear."
Somehow,
His voice is softer,
Kinder,
More protective
As he spoke those words.
Though she knows
It's only a hope,
A dream,
She can't help but think that
Maybe they could escape
Fate.
She doesn't want to
Fade away.
"Marluxia…
I mean…
Number XI…
I don-" She broke off.
Naminé couldn't say it.
She knew that he
Had to know,
They would never escape their destiny.
Their cards had been dealt
And sealed
From the moment they came to
Exist.
"I know.
You think it's impossible.
I believe we can.
Anyone can change their destiny,
Even a Nobody.
We just need the right equipment." He
Broke the silence with that
Unnerving phrase.
She felt weak under his
Paralyzing gaze,
But she couldn't look away.
His face was
Inches from hers now.
That Cheshire-like grin
Spread across his lips,
She knew why it was there.
He could sense her
Fear,
Her tension,
Her nerves wracking.
She finally tore her eyes from his,
A frown pursing her lips.
"I can't give him to you.
I can't give you his heart,
It's wrong to tamper with the
Chains
That bind the
Memories
Of another's heart.
I can't do it."
He almost looks hurt
And inside she feels her
Heart breaking.
She doesn't want to hurt him,
But she also doesn't want to hurt
An innocent.
That sad face…
Those lonely eyes…
She picks up one of her crayons,
Gingerly takes the sketch book from his hands…
And slowly her fingers
Draw the crayon over the page.
She finished her picture
And gives it to him.
A Keyblade and its Master.
He smiles.
This is the beginning of the end.
As usual, constructive criticism is welcome! I love hearing how I can improve since I am experimenting more and more with free verse! Ok, well, tell me what you think! I still love Nami x Mar to no end! Once again, it's been a pleasure!
A Memory Artist