Marluxia reached out to touch the locks of Sora's hair. The keyblade master stared at him with empty blue eyes, and smiled. The other let out a frustrated sigh. Was this what he had truly wanted? It was.

...it wasn't.

He had gotten what he had wanted. Power. Yet he couldn't have everything he had crave for. The boy's true smile. The boy's vibrant and lively blue eyes.

The smile, his laugh, his eyes were all empty. There, inside the castle the girl would sit in her large white chair and watch Marluxia observe Sora, her eyes shaded with sorrow. They too, were empty.

He could hear her scribbling away in her sketch book, never smiling, never talking. Silence.

This was what he had wanted.

This was not what he had wanted.

Still, Sora continued to smile like an obedient fool. Hearing the brunette whisper three little words into Marluxia's ear had no effect. Sora's words were just as hollow as Marluxia's chest.

He only had a lifeless shadow of the keyblade master in his arms.


A/N: Ha! Ha! Ha! ...I have nothing of interest to say besides "wouldn't it been smecksy if Marluxia got what he wanted in the end?"

Yeaaah... I guess not? xD