"Good…good,
Namine."
Fingers strummed across piano keys; the white pure
gleam shining back into her eyes.
"Play back onto the octave
once more. You sound a little off-key."
The small girl did as
she was told, her finger shaking slightly as she replayed the
note.
She heard no reply from the instructor, but she could
imagine him shaking his head in approval.
She played a few more
notes, her fingers taking her on a long journey, of endless hours
before.
As soon as she was about to take the song into a melody,
she heard her instructor;
"That will be all for today, Namine.
Your playing is improving- tremendously, I daresay."
The girl
stopped playing at once, immediately taking the top to shut the piano
with a satisfying 'clack'.
She turned to face her
teacher.
"Marluxia. Why do you make me play so? What if I wanted
to play something of my own desire?"
The one acknowledged as
Marluxia turned to face the girl. A smile hiding, playing upon his
lips.
"Silly child. You don't have feelings. How can you play
what you feel?"
As he said this, he grinned and narrowed his
eyes, waiting for her to reply.
She was silent for a bit, looking
at her knees, which were flawless and white, the light from the
adjacent window illuminating her pigment.
"Then…why do you
make me play? Isn't the sound of music naturally from
feelings?"
Marluxia's grin quickly disappeared.
"Then
explain this to me girl: Why does Demyx play the Sitar? Out of
emotions? Or out of necessity? Memories?
Just such; we are
nothings. We cannot feel, so therefore, you cannot play what your
non-existent heart tells you."
The girl furrowed her brow and
bit her lip.
"But what if I so des-"
"What do you know
of desire, child?!"
Her words were cut off by Marluxia, who,
had whipped around in an uncanny fury.
"I..."
The girl's
words seemed to fail her; they stuck within her throat.
With a
deep breath and feigned courage she spoke.
"I…I do."
There
was a quiet snicker.
Marluxia was now covering his mouth with his
hand, laughing as he did so.
"Namine…you are wretched. Just
remember: You are our tool, our trickery;
Seeing as our plan is so
close, you seem to pull away more and more. Dear child, you have no
one but us. We are yours, and you are ours."
Marluxia strode
over to her side, and knelt down to her height.
He took his hand
and caressed her jaw line.
"Remember that, witch."
The one
known as Namine felt a brush of lips against hers, then warmth
pressed;
Then…..
White…
Nothing.