Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts 1, CoM & 2 and all of their characters belong to Square Enix.
Rated for language and violence (nothing too bad).
Marluxia's thoughts are in italics.
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Prologue
It was not meant to end like this...
In that room...I was supposed to succeed.
Now I am nothing but a whisper of thoughts, banished to somewhere beyond all worlds where the darkness murmurs in my ear, telling me of all the dark deeds I committed. All the time, I am tormented; the darkness loves and hates me. Snatches of my Somebody life are replayed; that was another life, another name...
A real heart...
Yes, that was the goal of the Organization, to regain our hearts.
What role did I play?
Ah, I remember...Number Eleven: the Graceful Assassin.
A traitor, a deceiver.
The sharp thorns of a rose.
Over the time I have...existed in this godforsaken place; my thoughts have become clearer...stronger. Of course, I am nothing but thoughts. I cannot explain it, but maybe...Just maybe, I was not banished after all. Perhaps this darkness is my own, my conscience if you will; the boy sealed the room...he must have!
The dark essence I faded into had nowhere to go... So is it reforming? Am I?
What is happening to me?
Marluxia drew a great shuddering breath, his steel-blue eyes flying open; wisps of darkness hazed over his vision so he blinked until it cleared. It hurt to move, he noted as he pushed his naked body up; he was right, he was in that same room Sora had destroyed him in.
The Assassin felt weak; looking down he realized how thin he was, he could count his ribs and his muscles had all but gone; his pink hair now fell down to his knees, looking lank and unkempt. His strength would return, he figured, but it would take time; Marluxia had to find new black cloak too, or the threatening darkness would consume him.
He would be able to survive a few teleports, he thought as he looked around the swirling blue room. An unexpected memory of rage surged through him; that child had destroyed him! His hands clenched into fists and he roared, dark power exploding from him.
There was a shattering sound and a burst of light as the seal on the room Sora had placed disintegrated. Marluxia was intoxicated on the energy flowing through his veins and the empty space where his heart was long ago; he summoned a portal and stepped inside, revelling in the feeling of darkness against his skin as he was transported to his quarters in Castle Oblivion.
What he didn't expect was the energy to leave him as soon as he got there; he slumped to the floor, gasping, his vision swimming with darkness again. He wouldn't last much more time in the Corridors of Darkness without the cloak; he dragged his thin body over to the white wardrobe and managed to stand back up. He pulled open the doors, thanking whoever had the idea that Nobodies should have a spare of the Organization uniform.
Once he was fully dressed in the darkness-resistant uniform, he felt a lot safer; he glanced at his reflection in the large mirror that hung on one wall, what he saw made him gasp and look again. His skin had taken on an unhealthy pallor and looked stretched over the bone; there were shadows under his now-sunken eyes and in result of all this and his too-skinny body, he looked like a skeleton.
With matted pink hair.
Marluxia would recover; but for now – he stretched out his arm experimentally, his scythe immediately appearing in his hand in a shower of petals – he had to find out if any of the Organization still existed and make plans to claim Kingdom Hearts as his own.
Sora was at the top of his shit list; the Assassin just knew the Keybearer still lived, since the lurking threat of the Keyblade was still in his mind. His thoughts wandered over to his colleagues; there was only one that had trusted him, only one who had stuck with their plan until the end, and she had been destroyed.
The Savage Nymph.
The empty space where his heart was flared with pain.
I can't do this alone...
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Little angsty I know, but you would be if all your had plans hit the fan and you were killed by a kid with a big key and feet like boats. ;P Next chapter will be longer.
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