Marluxia
The children didn't talk much. Silence was more than golden between the two; the others' company was all they needed. Company was all they'd ever really wanted.
But soon, Naminé noticed the strawberry-headed gardener staring. His gaze made her squeamish and uncomfortable like a sour pit in her stomach. She found herself drawing that gaze, captivated by her own discomfort in it. Eventually, she noticed he only stared when Ryo got close.
One day, Ryo didn't come to the park. Illness, Naminé guessed, a sinking feeling in her chest. That was when the gardener approached her, his stare even more penetrating up close.
She squirmed away from him in her seat, clutching desperately onto her sketchbook like it would save her from him. His eyes of ice sent chills down her spine and his finger, so delicately tracing the blade of his scythe, made her uneasy.
He asked for her sketchbook with an open hand, and unable to argue, she delivered it to him. The gardener wrote lightly and swiftly his name onto a blank page. Marluxia, as beautiful as the flowers there.
Naminé looked up at him questioningly. She pointed to a drawing of Ryo as if to ask Marluxia why he seemed to dislike him so. He told her that boy was a monster.
Author's Note: Short Chapter. Introducing Marluxia as the creepy as hell but good, shirtless gardener of the park. Also foreshadowing.
~Lully