Something Sweet.

Pairing: Namine/Xaldin.

Rating: T

Summary: Namine when not with Marluxia finds a friend in Xaldin.

Disclaimer: I don't own KH, if I did Sora and his friends would be dead and the Org. would reign supreme…and there would be more romance, yaoi and weird plot twists and NO DISNEY! I also don't own Wicked.

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The Organizations garden was one of the most beautiful things in the world that never was, it was full of vibrant colors and the most wonderful flowers of all types. The man who tended them was malicious and a bit of a slave driver, which was a little odd in itself, but he truly cared for his flowers, believe it or not. Then again, beauty did not glow the same way when it was fueled with hate and discordant passion.

Anyway, he was a tall, muscular man with long pink hair, and an ever-present, malevolent smile. His clothes were black, and a long, flowing trench coat should have swallowed his form, but didn't in a way that was completely contradictory. The man sighed as he pulled a young blonde along by the arm to the paradise. He led her to a certain spot, a little to the right from the middle of the garden, and shared a look with her that only the girl and he understood.

She winced.

She understood.

She had to use her power.

The blonde sighed slightly as she finished her sketch, "I'm leaving now…" she said to Marluxia, who was tending to the flowers lovingly. He nodded very slightly, completely distracted, as she slowly walked away. After walking around aimlessly for a while in the large sea of flowers she saw something that literally took her breath away.

It was a man…

He had the most brilliant electric blue eyes she had ever seen on a person; it was surreal. They looked as wild as the wind, yet still calm as well in a way that puzzled her. His hair seemed an entity of its own, long jet-black dread-locks tumbled down his broad back like a waterfall. The man's skin was a sun-kissed bronze, shining beautifully in the midday sun.

She then noticed his ears were slightly pointed, holding at least four earrings in each.

The breath-taking man wore the same outfit as Marluxia, something that should have caught her attention right away. She mentally kicked herself for not noticing. He sat silently on a swing that was hanging from the sturdy branch of a great Japanese sakura tree reading a book. Upon closer inspection (she just walked a couple of steps forward, trying her hardest not to attract the ethereal creature's attention), it read Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West.

She dared to walk a bit closer to get a closer look at his face, drunk from just the sight of him. It was adorned with a pair of old time black wire reading glasses. He had a well-shaped face and a strong jaw, a pair of thick, yet soft looking sideburns crawling down his face.

The girl suddenly had the indescribable urge to touch them…

Her eyes seemed to not be able to look at anything else but him, as her white dress swayed in the wind. It took her a couple of minutes to realize she was staring blatantly, and a blush invaded her cheeks.

"Salutations, and who might you be?" inquired a lilting, pretty voice with a slight accent that sounded Mediterranean in a way that astonished her. She snapped herself out of the daze she was so suddenly caught in.

"Um, h-hello…I-I'm N-Namine" she stuttered out nervously, swaying back and forth, her cheeks reddening by the second.

A warm smile graced the elder man's cheeks; it was so unlike the sadistic one she was used to seeing. He silently chuckled, "Why are you just standing there, my dear? You can come over here if you want… Namine-Chan!" A warm grin still graced his lips, inviting her more than words ever could.

Namine nodded and replied with one of the sweetest smiles she could muster as she skipped over to where the man was sitting on the swing, it wasn't until then she noticed a second swing next to his which he motioned her to sit upon.

In the midst of her happiness and excitement she almost missed the swing when she sat down. She could tell the man was stifling a laugh, and weakly glared at him. He roared with laughter, a deep, booming laugh that made Namine's breath hitch. It was very honest…

"So" she began in a chipper manor, "I've never seen anyone in this garden but Marluxia-Dono… um, what is your name anyways?" Namine asked hesitantly before she started to swing her legs.

He looked over and his grin softened into a genuine smile, "I apologize, how rude of me. My name is Xaldin." He held out a hand in welcoming.

The blonde lightly cocked her head to the side. Xaldin, ne? She liked it. Simple, yet elegant. "Hmm, you have a pretty name Xaldin-Sama!" she exclaimed as she reached out to shake the man, Xaldin's, hand. She was pleasantly surprised, and secretly bemused by how Xaldin's large, gloved hand practically engulfed her own significantly smaller one. He carefully closed the book he was reading and placed it down to the ground with his other hand.

"As do you, Namine-Chan." he replied as he started to swing softly in time with her, keeping a firm grip on her hand. Namine wasn't used to the soft touch, and found the experience a positive change. That single touch sent tingles down her spine, and while confused, she didn't think anything of it.

Namine gripped his hand slightly not wanting this sweet moment to end and kept swinging, smiling gently. For once in a long time, she was happy…

For a while they just swung, a comfortable silence among them. Namine didn't know who ended it first, but soon found herself in a pleasant conversation, mostly trading information about each other. Even then, very few words were said; it was as if they already had an unexplainable understanding about each other, subconsciously steering away from talk of anything too revealing or distressful.

Namine suddenly stopped, as did Xaldin, who looked at her questioningly. Without warning, she got off the swing, hopped on his lap, and kissed his cheek, one of his soft sideburns caressing her lips.

He blushed brightly, "N-Namine-Chan…" he stuttered slightly at the sudden action, Namine then put her arms around his thick muscular waist and nuzzled his neck, smiling once more. "Thank you Xaldin- Sama, this day has meant the world to me…" she uttered softly.

Xaldin then wrapped his strong, warm arms around her, also smiling.

It was the beginning of a wonderful and innocent love.

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Well that's it for now, this will probably stay a one-shot unless you want me to continue it, which I will gladly do by the way.

This pairing just sort of clicked in my head and despite my utter hatred for heterosexual love pairings…I really like this one.

Anyways, please R&R for more!