She was hungry.

It wasn't as though the organization was starving her, it was that she refused to eat it. Maybe some mind control toxin or poison was injected into it. Nothing edible was safe.

She'd wake up at night, hunger knawing out her insides and eating away at her brain and strength. At first, Namine ate, but soon felt suspicion when Marluxia's eyes darted towards her with every bite.

Of course the food they gave her was bland and sometimes moldy or not cooked thoroughly. She'd end up with cold mashed potatoes or one can of plain creamed corn. The tag would always be white, not interesting.

The organization never seemed so interested in her wants, but only theirs. She got food hopefully twice a day, but some days Maruxa would forget, and he would hurt her.

They never bothered to knock. A black portal materialized, sending swirling wisps around the room. Marluxia stepped out, his chin held high. He took a step into the room and saw the witch sitting at her long white table; her head slumped over a drawing, her blonde hair spilling over the table.

Her rail thin arms were wrapped around her insides. Hoping that if she waited long enough, a heart would start to thump inside her chest.

Marluxia held a small china plate with a heaping of bread and a block of cheese. Namine didn't look up. She didn't know if she had the strength to lift her head.

"Witch!" Marluxia barked, striding over to where she sat and grabbing her by the hair.

She barely registered the pain as her head snapped up. She opened her bleary eyes to stare apathetically at him "Where is your latest piece?" He said, his eyes scanning the room. "I need it to report." He growled. Just then, her stomach growled even louder.

Marluxia seemed to realize. "Eat witch! Eat! Do you think you can live? We will make you eat!" Marluxia grabbed open namine's jaw with his gloved hand and tried to shovel some bread in, but Namine was born from Kiari and Sora who both were spiteful at times. She bit down hard, Causing Marluxia to slap her across the face, dizzying her.

Tears came, even though she thought they were impossible considering how dehydrated she was. Marluxia tried again, this time succeeding. "Chew!" He ordered, and she obeyed, crying even louder, though tears had stopped coming.

Another portal appeared in their midst. Zexion stepped out, with his blue hair covering his eye and his tall always annoyed stature. "What is the all this racket?" He asked looking around. "I am trying to read!" That is when he saw Namine, eyes red and choking on the food which Marluxia was forcing down her throat.

"Marluxia…I can take it from here." He said hardly, trying not to show companion when this dangerous nobody was around.

Marluxia sneered, turning away. "Better be done with her when I come back." He snapped arrogantly before disappearing into the black portal.

Namine looked up at the new nobody. She knew he was nice, He had tought her to read, but she could only read small words, and had to sound them out like a kindergartener. He eyes watered and her face was ruddy, she looked away; embarrassed.

"Hey." Zexion said softly, walking slowly towards her. "It is okay now." He assured in a lullaby like voice. "You can look up."

Namine felt that she had a choice for once in her short life. He had said 'can'. Meaning she could choose. Namine looked up, whipping her eyes.

"Hey, hey, there is no need to cry, that man is gone now. You are safe." Namine's eyes bulged and on a sudden impulse she flung herself into his arms, sobbing harder. She was safe for the first time she could remember. She was safe with him. But most of the entirely she felt safe with him. Namine cried for some time, before hiccupping. Zexion rocked her like a child on his lap, whispering words of comfort.

Zexion didn't know why he was drawn to this girl who acted so naïve but held so much power and meaning. He was supposed to be uncaring nobody. Who read books and studied. But here he was soothing a witch.

Namie's face reddened when she realized what position she was in. Sora was hers, she couldn't like, or even feel for another person. She tried to squirm off his lap but he grabbed her waist. "hey, Marluxia is right. You are going to die if you don't eat your food. If you like, I could steal some extra portion of good tasting food for you." He didn't know why he was talking so quietly, or meaningfully. His own words surprised him. "But for now, please eat your food. I will step out for a bit if you like. He set her down gently on her feet, she was so light.

HE got up, eyes narrowing, and swept around the corner and into the darkness.

When he was gone, Namine began stuffing the food down, trying to fit as much into her mouth as possibly, tears salting the bread and she chewed, he aching stomach agreeing with the nutrients. As she swallowed, she took another bite, choking and wrenching.

Around the corner Zexion smiled in spite of himself, softly shutting the door. As he walked down the halls he imagined her smiling, and happy. But then he remembered where she was, and that image was replaced with red.

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