The Secrets of Oblivion
Chapter 1
A song. Yes! A song! It was a sweet requiem lulling him into a deep slumber. The song began to fade. He opened his eyes only to see a swish of blue fall into the blackness of the night. He tried to run after the blue, but his feet failed him. The floor caved and he fell endlessly. All he could see was a pale heart-shaped moon far, far away. All he could hear was the haunting melody of the blue creature…
Marluxia awoke with a start. It was still dark and the moon was a sphere. He looked around his white room, breathing heavily. He calmed down and decided to wander his castle. Marluxia pulled on his black vinyl robe and went towards his scythe, sitting in the corner of his room. His dark pink scythe was his prized possession. His great weapon; the weapon of the Graceful Assassin.
He walked into the grand white hall of Castle Oblivion. He paused and swung his scythe into the air. It spun three times in the air before Marluxia gracefully caught it. A shower of pink petals came down. One of the razor-sharp petals cut his cheek. His blue eyes flashed and his hand flew to his face. As he cursed under his breath, the petals died and dissipated into the air. He ran his fingers through his long fringed pink hair and exhaled. He tried again. This time, no petals injured him. The petals gathered in the air, waiting for his command. He directed them every which way by swinging his scythe. He spun the scythe in his fingers and the petals dissolved once again.
"What the heck are you doing this early in the morning?" a woman's voice scolded him from behind him, and footsteps followed her question.
"Really, Larxene is that anyway to talk to your superior?" Marluxia said mockingly polite.
Larxene muttered under her breath. Her short yellow hair crackled with electricity and her yellow "antennae" stood on end.
"The only reason we listen to you is because we here believe that the Organization is in need of a reform. Plus, you threaten to eliminate us if we try to push you off your perch." Larxene stated very strongly and she started to pace around him. "You are just a good fighter with an obsession for the color pink and flowers. That is all you will ever be."
Why, oh why, did I make you my second in command?" Marluxia groaned, beginning to pace around her as well.
"Because I'm the best fighter her besides you and you want something pretty to look at." Larxene replied mockingly, "Besides, I'm the only girl who isn't completely creeped out by you, pinky." They stopped walking.
"You are pushing it, Larxene."
"Find me a girl who can stand to be near you and I will take back everything I said!" Echoing silence as the poison of her words filled the air.
"Get out Larxene," Marluxia warned. Larxene shrugged with a nonchalant expression on her face.
Suit yourself." She turned and walked back to her room.
Love and related things were delicate topics for Marluxia. He never felt them, not even before he was a Nobody. Love was a myth to him. Larxene claimed she felt it before and she flaunted it in his face like it was a priceless trophy. He trudged to his room, already the day turning to crap…
Daylight creeped over the white tiles of his room. He was sitting on his bed, still brooding over Larxene's comments. He knew that everyone in Castle Oblivion talked about how its master was obsessed with pink things, flowers, and a feeling he wasn't completely sure existed.
It's a decent hour, he thought, I'll go talk to Axel! He smiled, got up and went to see his most trusted follower.
