Death was a constant companion. Or, to be more precise:

Everyone counted themselves as 'dead' within Castle Oblivion. Because, really – if they didn't truly exist, being dead was just a formality. A lesser state, an (un)life they had transcended.

Which, to Naminé… made little sense. Vows of love and memories couldn't be made while far from life. Much less kept and renewed.

But Zexion could, and at times did, do exactly that. State almost side-by-side with a new theory that she was… well, not 'his beloved', but close enough.

So, even with true death close, neither of them cared – they hadn't finished fading yet. Although, Naminé hoped she could chase off the ghost with a scythe this time around…


A.N. – I hope I'm not the only one who thinks that Marluxia could do a decent impersonation of the skeleton-with-a-scythe Death ;) Thanks for reading, and reviews are appreciated.

See you around!