He walked in just over a week later, moving with slow graceful steps. "Hello Namine." He greeted like usual.

She was sitting in her chair, and looked up at him nervously. She would have to tell him about the mirror- it was probably Larxene who took it, and she couldn't let herself be blackmailed.

He sat down on the table. "What's wrong?"

"I-" she looked at the ground, and then slowly rose her gaze up to his face. "I've lost the mirror. It-it was an accident. I'm very sorry."

He caught her jaw in his hand, lips in a frown. "

"When did this happen?" He questioned, studying her.

"A-a few days ago," she fought to say, her jaw moving in his hand as she spoke. "I couldn't find it, I think Larxene took it, I'm sorry!"

He studied the other. "She doesn't have it." He said seriously. "And I entrusted you to that. You lost it."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He questioned, gripping her jaw a bit tighter.

"I-I thought I could find it," she said, a few pearly tears of fear escaping her eyes. "I don't know where else it could be," she insisted, squirming in his grasp, "I never did anything with it... I kept it in my side table. I've already searched everywhere."

He pressed a bit harder, knowing he was probably bruising her by now. "You were being careless."

"I wasn't!" she pleaded with him, struggling, "Marluxia, please... please let go!"

"If you keep struggling, I'll keep squeezing." He gripped her tighter.

"Please!" she begged, trying not to squirm as she felt her soft skin bruise like a peach.

He studied, then let go of her.

She fell back in her chair, rubbing at her face where he'd held and looking at him fearfully.

He stood up. "Draw more pictures." He stated simply.

That was it? All he wanted was more pictures? Namine had been expecting something far worse then that.

She nodded slowly, mumbling, "yessir," to him as she fumbled for her book.

The door closed and he sighed, shaking his head. He had to resist himself, had to keep from breaking the girl; it wouldn't be good if he did that.

The drawing of a rose garden was done quickly, just a bit sloppy from her rushed, fearful mood. Why couldn't he just leave her alone and let her be? Why did he have to do such things as scare her?

And what had happened to her mirror?