Chapter 3: Marusha
Author's Note: I decided to use Marluxia's Japanese name as Lumaria nor Maluria (sounds like Malaria) doesn't sound as appealing as his Nobody name. Sorry if this chapter sounds a little, strange. I'm running out of muse, due to the fact that I'm typing in unearthly hours. –yawn- Well, R & R!
"Should I give her a flower? Or maybe, I can ask her out on a date…But we've lost contact ever since! No, but I see her at work every Saturday…I can't just ask her like that! It's-"
"Excuse me? May I have that bouquet of white orchids in the display case?" a soft voice queried.
It snapped twenty-two year-old Marusha out of his reverie and retrieve the bouquet for his customer. She paid him a total of two thousand and three hundred Yen. The satisfied customer left, with her high heels clacking on the ground noisily before fading away gradually. Marusha, who was once Marluxia, Organization Member XI, the Graceful Assassin. Now that he had his heart back, it was probably the best time to confess his love to Relena. Back when they were still Nobodies, he got along well with her. But he couldn't understand why she didn't even bother to look at him whenever he stopped by at the Apple store to 'take a look' at things. When he was around, Lea was too. But that didn't signify anything, right?
Marusha wrung his hands in frustration. Why couldn't he get Relena to love him? Afterall, it was a one-sided love, and such things normally don't last long. After so much that they've gone through, couldn't she reciprocate? Marusha brushed a strand of brunette fringe aside, his hair still in the same style. But it had changed back to its original golden brown. Working as a part-time worker in a florist here in East Ikebukuro had many advantages. First, he adored flowers and loved to grow and cultivate them. Secondly, he had many customers as it was nearing Valentine's Day. And last of all, he could see Relena at least four times a day. It was good enough that he could at least take a look at her without her knowing it, or she might think he was spying on her.
He stared up at the sky, directly at the sun as it was already setting in a beautiful horizon, a conflagration of evening colors; violet, orange, red and yellow. The star was now a fiery orb floating in a distance as the sky grew darker, a full moon taking its place along with its glittering minions that shone brightly in the dark sky that blanketed over Tokyo City.
Marusha left the store when his shift was over, tossing the horrible apron aside on a chair, grabbing his bag pack and heading for home. He took out a black iPod Nano from his bag and stuffed the earphones in. He had been forced to buy that when the idiot, none other than the Manager, Sherilyn, shouted at him for not buying anything after keeping a track record of coming in every weekend at approximately 5pm and leaving a exactly 5.04pm without taking a single look, except for occasional glances at the entrance, where Relena stood most of the time.
"Romance no kamisama…"
The music blasted in his ears as he plodded home, heaving his bag pack up over his shoulder. Marusha wore a simple outfit of a white long sleeved shirt with jeans and a leather belt. A figure swept past him, a blur of golden left a familiar imprint in his mind. Snapping around, he realized that it was Relena. She seemed to be in a mad rush, and it would certainly be a bad time to ask her that question. Marusha shook his head sadly, turned around and continued on his journey.