"Superior, I bring you a girl that you might find interest in."
"I see. And what powers could she possibly possess that would capture my attention?"
"She has the power to manipulate Sora's memories and those around or close to him."
A murmur of assent ripples throughout the room. She takes a daring chance and flits her sapphire eyes upwards. She catches the Superior's yellow-gold eyes gleaming with savage triumph before she averts her glance.
"I see. How interesting indeed. What is her name XI?"
The rose-haired nobody hesitates. He looks at her pale form, her hands joining to form a perfect V at her waist. He turns his attention back to Xemnas, responding in a curt voice.
"I haven't named her yet, Superior."
"Well, then..."
The Superior descends from his chair mounted high into the ceiling, the mantle of his black coat gliding across the floor as he walked across the room. He stops where she is, bending down so that he can tip her chin upwards. Her eyes are unafraid to meet his this time.
"What beautiful blue eyes," he breathed, scrutinizing her. "Her name shall be Namine. And her care XI, shall be entrusted to you. Be sure that she is treated well. We may need her in the future."
Marluxia bows his head, a shock of pale-pink hair escaping from his black hood. "I understand Superior."
The silver-haired rises to his full height, addressing to the rest of the black cloaked members of the Organzation. An aura of authority seems to emanate from him.
"All the rest, depart."
One by one, the cloaked figures stand up from their seats and disappear into a swirling black vortex that opens up to swallow them. The Superior flicks his wrist upward and a portal appears before him. Before he steps into it, he looks back towards Marluxia.
"With the care of Namine, I also leave this castle in your disposal. You are in charge of everyone here. If you should ever need of assistance, there is Larxene, Axel, Zexion, Lexaeus and Vexen at your service. Good day."
He disappears within the portal. Namine eyes the spot where he had been moments before.
Marluxia turns towards her. He extends a gloved hand.
"Let me escort you to your room. It's quite spacious. You'll get used to it. You might even like it."
She appraises the proffered hand with wariness. She doesn't bother to accept it thinking that accepting a helping hand from this Marluxia is like reaching your hand into a sack filled with poisonous snakes.
"And what happens if I don't like the room?"
Silence. She thinks that she has crossed some forbidden territory between them because Marluxia drops his hand and glares at her. It's the first time that she sees his hard blue eyes for what they really are. Nothingness, like the bottom of an empty can. They are the type of eyes that send chills down your back when you see right through them. Marluxia may smile, may arrange his face in an emotion that suggested solicituous empathy but his eyes would never reflect his facial expressions. They are just two smoldering crystals bored into his face.
The silence breaks with Marluxia's chuckle. He tries to pass off her remark as a joke, but she sees that the effort is putting a great strain on him. She looks cooly at him as his chuckles fade to sighs. He puts a hand behind her back and runs it down the soft frabic of her dress. She shudders and squirms away from his touch. Thankfully, he pulls back his hand and sweeps his pale pink bangs to the side with his fingers.
"Well you don't have much choice. Do you?" He smiles a perfect smile, displaying white teeth the size of fish scales. "Where else would you go?"