Author's Note: I just have to say this and get it out of the way. I absolutely fucking love Marluxia. He is, without a doubt, the most amazing member and is drop dead sexy, whether he be a flamboyant gay, a strong leader of a castle, a creepy pedophile, or the flower reaper, he is great! Anyways … sorry about that but here is my Marluxia x Kairi chapter, which centers more so on one of my favorite couples Marluxia x Naminé. For that reason, it will be slightly similar to the last chapter. But I hope you enjoy regardless. :)
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a surrendering heart
11: Marluxia x Kairi
the love story of the grim reaper
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Marluxia liked to watch Naminé draw, not just for the fact that he needed to keep an eye on the girl, but for the fact that she was always the most lovely when she was concentrating on making a blank, white page a masterpiece. Such talent, such power, he would never admit it but Naminé had always intrigued him so.
Was that the only reason he liked to watch her draw? Was that the only reason he was always standing there, his long body casting a shadow over her. How suiting, as she was nothing but a shadow of the girl with purest of hearts.
And so, one day, while watching the pretty shell of a princess take out her crayons and notepad, he took a hold of her hand. She gasped, staring at him with those big, empty eyes, that soft mouth open in surprise. And he guided her hand as he whispered into her ear, "Draw me a girl."
She immediately followed his orders as she trained to do. He snapped his fingers, she jumped and never missed a beat.
He let go of her hand and watched her begin to draw. He noticed how his hand completely engulfed her own. He noticed how her blond hair fell across her lashes.
It started off as lines that soon began to resemble the shape of a face. Round cheeks, still holding baby fat. And next Naminé drew the shape of eyes, eyes so wide and dark lashes framing. Where were the crayons? Marluxia looked over and grabbed a few colors, throwing them to her. "Draw her, my dear." He said as he gripped her chin lightly, smirking slightly and watching her nod in submission. Quickly now, Marluxia hadn't the time to waste.
Naminé grabbed the blue crayon and Marluxia watched, tilted his head to the side, and wondered if 'violet' was actually the color she should have been using to color in those wide, innocent, pure-of-heart eyes. The drawing was lovely, but it in no way captured the utter beauty that the real person held. But still, he could imagine those eyes wide as he grasped at that delicate chin and brought that face closer, closer, closer until-
"What are you doing?" He demanded and she immediately flinched, her hand clutching at a golden crayon beginning to tremble. She was now working on the hair, long and flowing but no, that wasn't right, it shouldn't be colored in with gold but with-
"Use this." He threw to her a different color. Ruby, the crayon read. A bright and pigmented color. Alike the color that bled from those who had hearts. Naminé took the crayon, inspecting it with curiosity and confusion but slowly she did as she was told, carefully touching the tip of the crayon to the white paper, beginning to slowly color it in with red. But why, he knew she was wondering and he laughed softly to himself. "What made you think when I said a girl, I meant you?" He asked, seeing her hand stop for just a brief second before continuing. Had that hurt the poor girl's non-feelings? He smirked and she didn't speak but instead colored red, beautiful long red hair and those blue eyes that should have been a bit different but were lovely nonetheless. He gripped the witch's shoulder, squeezing it as a feeling akin to anticipation rose within him. A man of darkness should not be so aroused by the purest of light.
The drawing came to life. Her eyes, her hair, her lips. Naminé drew the breasts then lower to the slim thighs that he could so easily imagine spread for him in a sign of pure and utter submission. Why was it so easy for him to imagine her underneath him, peeling off his black robe to reveal chiseled, unblemished skin, that she would marvel at. Why was it so easy to hear her cries? Her sweet cries, pants, moans. He could hear them now, reverberating off the white walls of Castle Oblivion.
"It's finished." She whispered quietly as she held her notebook to him, her head hung low. He looked upon it, smirking as he tore it from the spirals and shred it, shred it bit by bit and threw it. The colorful paper slowly fell around him and to the floor. She watched him, dropping her notebook and gasping. Excited, Naminé? He clutched her shoulders, gloved fingers dancing across that white skin.
Instead of leaving, he made love to Naminé.
And imagined it was the pretty girl on the floor.
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Author's Note: The Organization members are just way too much fun to write about. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please review! Next up, Luxord, another of my favorites.
