(Iris: This is the first of our Drabbles/oneshots collections using a prompt list we found online. Basically, this is to try and get around the Writer's Block which has been plauging us recently and also to satisify Artemis's old and my new passion for Kingdom Hearts. The prompts will be of multiple pairings, lengths and themes. For the prompt list and to check prgress, visit Iris' journal on DA under MaelstormsButterfly. ^^

Now that the offical stuff is out of the way, yes, I know we shouldn't be starting a new story leaving Iridescent where it's at, but, truth be told, we run out of motivation/drive/inspiration for the prompts. Hopefully starting this will help bring back some of the enuthasium we had for Iridescent and get our backsides in gear. School has been sucking up our time like nothing normal, as well as my new-found obbession with cosplay and making youtube videos. ^-^. Don't panic. Iridescent hasn't been abandoned, it's just been on hold (as if you guys hadn't already guessed that. :D) Anyways, on with the story!)

Title: Spring

Prompt: Warmth

Pairing: 4/11, MarVex

Rating: T

Warnings: Hints of shonen-ai

Spring was Marluxia's favourite season. If asked why and if he was in a good enough mood to think the question dignified a response he would say that he obviously loved it due to all the flowers that bloomed during that season. He would probably call you an idiot for not knowing that afterwards.

The true idiots where the ones who didn't realise he was lying.

Surely, if you were going a pick a season based on flowers you would pick summer when their perfumes blended together in the air and gave the entire three months a simple, but beautiful and spellbinding scent.

Marluxia lied, but that was no surprise. The pinkette lied to everyone, including himself. So why did he like Spring? Was it the eccentric of the season? The robust, yet hidden energy? The quite calm which blanketed the earth as the world slowly woke up?

No.

Marluxia enjoyed how cold the season was. Winter was too painful for him to be out in. In winter he couldn't see or even here the plants he was bonded to. The subzero temperatures sapped the energy and life straight of them and him, but Spring was different. Spring brought rain instead of ice. It brought a cool and refreshing breeze along with it which never failed to leave him feeling energised and determined to face what his non-existent life threw at him next.

Another reason him loved Spring was because it was the first season he had saw Vexen outside in. The scientist rarely came out of the dungeon lab, yet somehow Marluxia hadn't been surprised to find the Chilly Academic walking through the gardens mid-April. That had been the same day Marluxia had first saw the blonde smile. Not smirk, or grimace, or even grin as he times did when a new idea crossed his cranium, but genuinely smile softly in happiness.

A rare smile, a rare sight and a rare day free of missions. The probabilities that the day had come around through sheer chance where slimming down with every new factor considered.

The image was imprinted in the Assassin's mind and burned into his retina's. He couldn't say he'd rather have it any other way.

The blonde had been standing on the frost touched grass, the chilly weather gave each blade a crown of silver which glistened in the early morning sunlight. A gentle smile softened the scientist's normally harsh features and razor cheekbones, taking off the premature years a lifetime of scientific study had placed on the man. The ever-present scowl on his face had been displaced with contentment. For once, Vexen looked happy to be alive, a rare feeling for a Nobody. True, they didn't technically exist, but wasn't that the biggest crime they had committed. The greatest sin any member of the Organisation had committed was that they forgot how lucky they where to simply be alive. Their forbidden existence allowed them to feel, to experience just a little longer, so shouldn't they be celebrating it rather than lamenting it? Out here, Marluxia had thought, A Nobody could be as free as they wanted. They could start over again, as the entire world did in this season. They could allow Nature herself teach them how to reform and grow. She could teach them how to bloom into bright blossoms themselves.

Vexen would be a snowdrop. He was fragile, but he could withstand the worst of conditions. He was pale and thin, but there was a certain unconventional beauty about the flower which mirrored Vexen's own. Especially now that the man had those piercing green eyes open.

The Academic was interesting. He wasn't eccentric like Marluxia himself. He wasn't quietly insane like Saix, but there was a draw present. There was an invitation to see the world the way the scientist did present in the emerald eyes which gazed at the pinkette and it was one Marluxia accepted whole-heartedly. Before Vexen could pull himself out of whatever daze Nature's arms had enraptured him in the pinkette took off his boots as well and stood barefoot on the grass, embracing the warmth of the sun above him trying to heat the earth and the chilling mist wrapping around his ankles.

That was another reason Marluxia liked Spring. Warmth and cold normally clashed, but in that season they didn't have to. In those precious three months they could co-exist harmoniously without conflict and created something no other season could. It created a prefect mix of warmth and cold, summer and winter. Spring could create a ethereal mix of ice and flowers.

Green eyes studied the pinkette from the grass as he unfastened his boots. For a moment the scientist's normally stoic features returned as he began analysing the smallest details of the situation. What did the neophyte think he was doing?

The a miracle occured. Vexen had the first sane thought he had in an age. Perhaps it was the ice speaking, after all, Marluxia wasn't the only Nobody who spoke to his element. It was possible that the frozen beads of ice below his feet where communicating with the scientist carrying a simple message.

'To hell with it'

He closed his eyes and let the smile return, allowing himself to be caught in the unique mix of weather, the unique circumstances and the sheer right-ness of the day.

There lay the real reason Spring-time remained as Marluxia's favourite. It wasn't the warmth or the renewal, not the energy or anything spiritual or poetic. The true reason was simplier and much plainer.

It was Vexen's favourite too.

(Iris: Bit of a late V-Day gift for my Vexen. Happy Valentines Day! *huggles*)