Hooray! I'm back to pointless fluff!

And, this chapter is an early evening edition. XII will probably be posted tomorrow afternoon because I have free time after school until six.

Disclaimer: If I could, I would, but I can't.

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Marluxia had a thing for water lilies.

Most people would think he would like roses or something of that sort due to his pink hair, but it was not so.

Sure, he liked roses, but he thought they had been a little overused throughout out the past centuries.

Now water lilies, they were something special. They were pure virgin white, could never be over watered, and always seemed to give him a sense of tranquility whenever he looked at them.

For the people who knew about this little obsession, it was no surprise to them who the Graceful Assassin fell for.

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As per usual, Marluxia was out in his garden. Today, he was paying special attention to the pond.

The water lilies would be blooming soon.

He had been pulling weeds, pruning leaves, and feeding roots around there ever since the lilies had first started poking up. After all, it was his first time actually trying them and he wanted to see if it had all been for nothing.

Of course, the peace was broken by one annoyingly loud Nocturne.

"Heya, Marly!"

XI tensed at hid voice, but quickly composed himself. he needed to be presentable for any member at any time.

"Good day, Demyx."

"What'cha doin'?"

"I'm waiting for my water lilies to bloom."

"Ooooooh. Are they going to be pretty?"

"I certainly hope so."

"But anything you grow always turns out pretty, Marly."

They both noticed the small tint of pink that rose to Marluxia's face.

"There is one thing I've been meaning to ask ya', Marly."

"And what would that be, Demyx?"

"Well, do you like me?"

"Of course I do, Demyx."

"No, I mean really like. You know, like Roxas and Axel."

"Oh….."

About a million thoughts raced through Marluxia's head at that very moment.

Most were pretty useless, but one—that sounded strangely like Larxene—was screaming, 'Come on, ya wimp! This is your chance!'

Not wanting to be considered a wimp by his own mind, Marluxia did the first thing he thought of:

He bent down and gave Demyx a full kiss on his rosy pink lips.

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After that, the two started a relationship.

Demyx would sit in the garden and softly strum his sitar, and Marluxia would work near him quietly humming along.

And each year, the water lilies became more and more beautiful.

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Wow. I can actually write a decent Marluxia. I didn't know this.

As one of my guy friends would put it: "Oooooooh, the gayness!"

This was actually a really fun chapter to write! I'm on something akin to a gay high right now!

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