He sighed, laying on the bed for a bit of time. He'd just leave the girl alone. That would make her less upset, right?
Not really.
Feeling as though she had no use anymore, Namine was slowly destroying herself. Once the pages of her book were scattered like dry leaves around the room, she went into her bathroom and drew a hot bath.
If Marluxia didn't care, then he wouldn't care once she was gone.

"Maybe I should visit her… See how's she's doing..." He muttered under his breath, not sure if when he pushed her, it had hurt her..."
That might be a good idea, assuming he wanted to see her alive.

As soon as her tub was full, Namine slipped from her clothes and got in, working up the courage to put her head under the water and keep it there.

He walked in, closing the door behind him. "Namine?" He questioned, glancing around.

She was already under the water, blonde hair floating about her and bubbles coming up from her slightly parted lips.

Marluxia casually looked around, then froze. ".... Namine!" he reached down, yanking her roughly out of the water.
She was partially unconscious, having swallowed quite a bit of water. Her head lolled as he lifted her.
"Shit." He lay her down on the ground, checking to see if she was breathing.
She was, but only just. She was even paler then usual, nearly matching the white marble floor underneath her tiny body.
"Stupid girl." He whispered under his breath, sitting her up, not wanting her to suffocate.
Her head rolled back, neck useless without the will to control it. She needed mouth-to-mouth, or she would likely die.
Damn. He was a killer, not a savior...
He shifted her limp body, tear the front of her dress in half, then laying her down, opening her mouth, pinning her nose shut and blowing into her mouth, then massaging her heart. Or, at least, where her heart ought to have been.
After a few painful, terrifying moments, her eyes fluttered open. She coughed, spitting up water.
He pulled back, his heart ready to explode out of his chest. He was silent. Just stared at the girl that nearly died.
For all of her fragility, once Namine realized where she was and what had happened, she was quietly furious.
"Why-" she had to stop to cough, "Why did you save me?" she demanded, looking pained.
"Why would you kill yourself?" He countered, matching her angered gaze tenfold.
"Because I'm- I'm useless!" she sputtered, shaking her head. Droplets of water fell from her hair. "You've said it yourself. I'm ugly, my pictures are no good, I'll never leave this room again as long as I live... What do I have to live for?"
His eyes narrowed to slits. "You are not to hurt yourself."
"I won't stop," she promised him, trying to pull away, "If I'm so useless to you then I'll just rid you of your burden!"
He kept his hold on the tops of her arms, keeping her in place. "You stupid, stupid girl." he hissed.
"Let go of me!" she said, voice rising to nearly a yell.
"No." He said quietly, shaking his head.
"Why won't you just let me die?" she asked, struggling.
"Because I need you alive." He murmured the half-truth. He wasn't sure how he could handle it if she had died.
"For what?" she asked, angry tears brimming in her eyes, "What use could you possibly have for me if I'm so bad at drawing? If I'm so ugly?"
He leaned down, right next to her ear, though his face looked like he was about to make a hateful comment, the only words uttered were: "You're beautiful." He made sure it was only her who could hear that.
"Am I, Marluxia?" she demanded, looking hurt, "Or am I just pathetic? You can't just play with me, even if you do keep me here! Which is it??"
He was silent. He couldn't risk saying anymore. Instead, he stood up. "Don't attempt something like that again." He left, going to get some people to heal her fully.
"No!" she cried as he left, "don't leave me here."
He sighed, hearing the cries. He didn't want to, not at all. But it was for the girl's own good.

Well, Larxene wasn't watching. The lack of her spying almost had a different feeling... less electricity in the air. And Namine needed someone to be with her, badly.

He returned after a few hours. "Namine?"
She did not respond. She was in bed, laying in a fetal position on her side, turned to the wall. Her back was to Marluxia, and she showed no signs of turning around to face him. He sat down on the bed, sighing. "...Namine..."
Barely a squeak of recognition came from her tiny form, and she didn't move when he sat down.
He gently rested a hand on her small shoulder. "Namine. Answer me."
"What is it?" she croaked, voice hoarse from crying.
"I'm sorry for hurting you." He murmured quietly, gently kneading her shoulder.
"Liar," she accused quietly.
His voice dropped. "I am..."
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked him, sounding hurt. "If I did nothing wrong, why do you... h-hate me?"
He lay down next to her. "I don't hate you...I have to do this."
She rolled over, laying on her back next to him. It was a good thing she was so tiny, because he took up the entire bed. "Why?"
"I can't say." He murmured gently, closing his eyes.
She looked at him seriously. "Why not?" She didn't understand, and still thought it was something she'd done.
"You have to trust me-- I don't mean all those things I said." He sighed, closing his eyes.
"Then why say them?" she pressed on, staring at him with a soft intensity. He shook his head, remaining silent, staring up at the ceiling. Sighing with frustration and hurt, Namine closed her eyes again.
Marluxia didn't say a thing, staring up at the ceiling. It was nice to at least be next to her.
Before too long, the girl had fallen asleep. The sleep was restless, and her eyes moved under eyelids in her dream-state, but there it was. She was just so vulnerable, lying there. So prone.
He didn't attempt anything. "Love-making" might give himself away. he just left in the middle of the night, sighing.
Not if Larxene wasn't watching, or thought he was forcing her to, it wouldn't.
He sighed a bit, shaking his head, trying to clear his clouded mind. This was becoming too much to handle...