Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Spoilers: KHII - Second visit to Port Royal.
Warnings: Implied sexual abuse.
Prompt: 048 - Diamond
Here's Looking at You, Kid
She sits in a chair next to his bed in the Infirmary of Damage Done. She's uncomfortable because she knows that Vexen and Zexion are talking behind the glass and watching them.
She finishes the inside reverse fold needed for the head and looks up at him with those worried blue eyes.
"Eight hundred and twenty two, love," he says. Keeping count is his specialty.
She puts the crane in the wicker basket she brought down from her room. All its sisters rest there, in matching copies of their mistress's white dress. The angles and lines are perfect, pressed into the paper by her anxious fingers.
"Can you please tell me what you were fighting about?" she asks again.
Marluxia is fast, but timing is his specialty too. The swing of the scythe is like the swing of a grandfather's pendulum. It is almost too easy.
Until the pendulum stops mid-swing and goes backwards, catching him in the shoulder blade and dragging him forward, until the Assassin can whisper in his ear.
It's just intimidation he's lying no one could do such a thing to her, his mind reels and screams at him in exactly 2.3 seconds.
Marluxia's never been a very creative liar, his mind retorts in another 1.1 seconds.
Gold light slips through the black leather sleeves and rises up off his arms. Little triangles of hard gold light. Little shards shifting and changing in time.
And then he's clutching the control, and he wants to let go more than anything. It isn't logical, part of him thinks. He doesn't have a heart, he can't possibly be this upset.
Someone is restraining him because when he moves forward, toward the Assassin's horrified face, his boots slide backward and his knees hit the ground. "I'll kill you if you touch her again! If you even think of coming near her again - I'll kill you!"
Nobody was allowed to hurt her like that. Not while he was around.
The Assassin's hourglass had been turned over.
She is crying.
His head still buzzed from his close encounter with the time stream and his shoulder still ached from his close encounter with the Assassin's scythe. He had told her once, 'no boys until you're married or over thirty'. And Marluxia… Marluxia…
"I was trying to protect you, Naminé. Although we can both see how well that went."
She takes a deep breath. Sobbing would alert the two watching.
He looks toward the basket at the foot of his bed. One hundred and seventy-eight more would make one thousand.
"Are you trying to save my soul?"
She sniffs and wipes an eye with her wrist and smiles. "Hm."