to create ; anyone can destroy, but this is far harder
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Marluxia frowns at the scorched remains of what had once been his prized rosebush. What had a minute ago been a flourishing plant budding with some of the most beautiful flowers in existence were now a pile of charcoal ashes lying at his feet, smoking slightly in the light spring breeze.
The Graceful Assassin suddenly felt the urge to chop the arms off of a certain someone.
A hand belonging to that certain someone slaps down on Marluxia's shoulder, and he swings around viciously, his scythe appearing in his palm and slicing in a perfect pink crescent before the blade embeds itself into the ashen dirt. His target, which had dodged, now stood about ten feet away, a safe distance from the steaming nobody.
"Hah," says Axel, regarding his comrade warily, "someone's woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
Marluxia snarls, his hand curling into a fist around his weapon. He tried to remember why he put up with VIII in the first place. After all, Axel was rude, bothersome, explosive, loud, next to useless, and fried anything and everything.
The red-haired nobody sighs, shaking his head. "Come on, Marluxia. It was just one measly little bush. You can conjure up another any other day."
It made perfect sense that Axel understands nothing, thinks Marluxia. He lets his weapon dissipate into a handful of cherry blossoms that scatter in the wind. "It's one thing to conjure flowers up for fighting, but nurturing something with its own life is different."
Axel blinks. "So if I started all my fires the long way with matches, you wouldn't get mad, right?"
Marluxia turns around with his back to the other. Axel gets the feeling that XI is tired of dealing with him, and suddenly gets the urge to send a flaming chakram right between the shoulder blades of the off-guard nobody.
There's a long silence. Finally--"you wouldn't understand, VIII. Your fire destroys everything with such ease. To create something...and take care of it...is a lot harder."
"That's not true, wrecking things is a lot harder than it looks. Like that other heartless that showed up the other day? You gotta admit, that thing took forever to take down. Remember? It nearly took down half the castle--"
Marluxia chuckles. "You wouldn't know, Axel."
Marluxia disappears in a whirl of darkness.
Axel stands alone upon the deserted environs of Castle Oblivion, completely devoid of any life unless one counted the ashes at his feet.
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Thirty days later, Axel discovers how ironic some things can be. It took only two slices through where Marluxia's heart would have been and XI disappears into wisps of black.
Destruction was so simple, really.
