A/N: Hello again :)

To those who've read "Dear Strelitzia": Welcome! This fic is intended to flesh out some context behind Larxene's letters because she did not feel like writing it herself. Both this chapter and the next one are intended to be standalone pieces that take place between Letters 7 & 8.

To those who haven't read "Dear Strelitzia": Welcome! I hope you're still willing to check out this fic and all you really need to know for context is that Elrena wrote letters to Strelitzia and Larxene has vague memories of this.

Dear Flower Girl

Larxene doesn't remember the past. Larxene doesn't want to remember the past.

And she especially doesn't want to think about the girl she writes letters to.

"Dear Flower Girl."

Larxene says these words out loud as she writes, a clipboard and a pen in her hand.

It's been a while since her last letter—or rather, it's the first one since she'd lost her heart. She has nothing better to do, and the old timers told her before that keeping to her human routine as much as possible helped in the adjustment period. When she spotted a clipboard with a blank sheet earlier, she figured, why not.

I turned into a Nobody.

The sentence comes out unusually slow for her, and Larxene frowns slightly before continuing. Logically she should explain what happened to her and what a Nobody actually is. She's also part of some cult-ish Organization now, so that would be prudent to mention too.

Larxene scribbles down a couple of paragraphs, pausing often, and rhythmically tapping her pen against the clipboard between sentences.

Oh right, she should talk about what the Organization actually does. She starts to write again.

Preparations are still underway, but eventually we'll be sent to start defeating Heartless and collect hearts. When we gather enough

Halfway through the sentence, the pen freezes. Larxene stares down at the words she's written so far in a trance. For the first time since she's written these letters, she's struck by writer's block. The letters are about nothing. She's always just written whatever was on her mind, and she's pretty sure there's still plenty in there now. But the words that always flowed so easily for her don't come.

She feels nothing.

She pulls out the paper, kicks her feet up on the couch in the Grey Area, and holds the letter up to the light. She squints at it, turns it over a few times, rereads it until the few paragraphs she did write can be recited backwards, and it's this position Marluxia finds her in some time later.

If he has any thoughts about it, he doesn't display them, instead voicing a polite, "Good afternoon, Larxene," and walking over to her. He eyes the pen on the table and the letter in the air. "Writing something?"

"Not anymore," she says brusquely, and swings back into a seated position. Marluxia takes it as a cue to sit in the chair beside her. "The creative juices just aren't flowing."

"Oh? What were you writing?"

"A letter," she replies. It's none of his business, she thinks, but out of everyone she's met in the Organization, Marluxia is the least annoying by far, and easy enough to talk to. He's an epitome of grace and poise, never reacting to any of her outbursts or swears. It both flatters her, and makes her want to know what she has to say to get some sort of rise from him.

He just stares at her with that princely smile of his. "Oh? I didn't realize you still had someone to send letters to."

She rolls her eyes.

"I don't. This letter isn't for anyone…well, not anyone real anyway. Just some flower girl."

It's not a rise, but Marluxia raises a brow as if prompting her further. Larxene shrugs and shoves the paper at him. If there's something strange about handing over something that is almost like a diary, she doesn't care. Her letters were hardly a secret when she was a human, and there's nothing written down that hasn't been said aloud on at least two occasions.

She feels nothing.

It's not clear to her if Marluxia actually reads the letter, because his eyes seem transfixed on one spot. "Why a "Flower Girl"?" he asks.

"Dunno. Because she's a girl, and liked flowers or something. Good enough for me."

"Past tense."

"Boy, nothing slips by you, does it?" Larxene finds the bemusement on his face oddly entertaining, so she leans closer. "Wanna hear a secret? The thing is, I have no memories."

"Amnesia?" Marluxia frowns. "Since you became a Nobody?"

"Oh no, that stuff's still all fresh in my mind," she says. "No, I mean years ago. One day I just suddenly woke up on the streets and poof! Nothing."

Her words seem to have some effect on Marluxia's usual mask as he suddenly leans forward as well, as if hoping to speak in a whisper. It's unlikely that anyone will warp in on them, but Larxene plays along. "Nothing? How could that be?"

"Couldn't tell you," she whispers back. "No one knew who I was or where I came from…" suddenly, she snorts. "Yaknow, I didn't know any better back then, but now I wonder if I just came from another world. One of those 'plunged into darkness' ones. Bet that'll fuck with anyone's head."

Marluxia's agreement is a strained smile.

"But anyway, the only thing I could really remember was some girl who may or may not have liked flowers, and that I apparently wrote letters to her. Just feels right when I do it, so I do." Although Larxene's eyes fall on the letter still in Marluxia's hand, and she silently affirms that she really didn't feel anything writing it. Because she became a Nobody?

Marluxia nods along with her story. There's something thoughtful in his expression, but Larxene doesn't care enough to press it. It's enough for her that he doesn't stare in pity like everyone else who ever heard her tragic tale.

"And there's truly nothing else you know about her?" he asks.

"Not a thing," Larxene confirms. Then looking at Marluxia a little more carefully, she smirks. This topic was getting too heavy for her liking. "Hey, don't you have plant powers? With that face, maybe you're the Flower Girl I'm writing to."

Marluxia chuckles. Feigned or not, he has a nice laugh, Larxene thinks. "I should think I'm a little too tall to be a flower girl," he tells her. "But I would be charmed to receive a letter from you."

"Yeah, not happening, bucko," Larxene retorts playfully with a roll of her eyes. "I don't send these things. I don't even care about them. Honestly, whoever the old me was, she was a total sap, writing these stupid letters."

"And yet, you still write them," Marluxia points out with a soft smile, and hands back her sheet. Larxene takes it, and stares at it.

When the lost little amnesiac girl wrote her first letter, she'd still felt hope that her memories could return. They obviously didn't, but the hope refused to die with each new letter. Elrena hadn't even had that many things to write about. But if she went too long without doing so, her heart would painfully yearn for it.

Larxene doesn't have a heart.

She grins. "Yep, I sure do," she says, and carefully sets her letter down on the table, placing her pen on top as a paperweight. Marluxia gets up.

"I should leave you to it then," he says kindly. "Thank you for your company today."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, hope my little story entertained you," Larxene remarks. She doesn't add that she's grateful for his ear as well. He should be able to figure it out based on the fact that she still plans to voluntarily speak to him after this.

"Yes," Marluxia says. "I hope you get past your writer's block."

"Oh yeah, I'm not worried about that aaaaat all." She gives him her best innocent smile. Marluxia returns it, and vanishes in a cloud of darkness.

Left alone, Larxene leans back against the couch with a sigh, and stares up the high white ceilings for a while, as if waiting to see if anyone else with appear.

Then she takes her pen, and in small neat letters adds two words to the bottom of the page. Satisfied, she crumples up the paper, opens up a small portal, and pitches it into the darkness.

She feels nothing.

~Nothing: Fin~

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! :D

While brainstorming Dear Strelitzia, I was originally going to alternate between letters and prose to give context to some of the scenes... except that made things really long and I only planned prose scenes between some letters which also made things really lopsided. But I still liked a couple of those scenes so I decided to separate them out (hope this is alright haha!). Writing epistolary fic is very new for me so I'm not sure how much setting I was able to really convey in the letters, especially Larxene's. Hopefully extra scenes like this won't be needed in any future epistolary fics I try to write ^^"

But also, I just wanted to write more Larxene and Marluxia. I like this ship I like writing them haha.

Again, thanks for reading! :D