Let's go, on a roll! Got to type out another chapter! This one is now focusing on Marluxia and Larxene. We're diving into their short time in The World That Never Was and their time with Roxas and who they saw through Xion.

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Title: Through Their Eyes - Part 2: Marluxia & Larxene

Type: Story - Multi-Chapter - Chapters Can Be Read As Stand-Alones

Summary: Number XIV, the day the newest member came into their lives caused quite the internal turmoil and intrigue among many. For Roxas, he saw a blank slate slowly fill in with the girl he's come to know as Xion. But for others, there was much more to be seen.

Idea: Who Marluxia & Larxene see in Xion.

Sub-Ideas: Look For The Rest At The Bottom

Date: January 25, 2025

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The Keyblade's power; the weapon of destiny whose wielders can use to turn the tides of the worlds, either to the light or to the dark.

Marluxia, organization member number XI; from the time of his awakening as a nobody, he grasped onto the thought of attaining a power which he does not have. When Roxas came, he became fascinated by him and his weapon. Something in mind loosened, a memory shrouded in static and hazy in view played as he had a certain thought. The boy, he felt too stiff, not expressive enough, not timid enough, not light enough. The nobody was unsure why he thought that way, but something deep down inside told him that this wasn't the right face.

He could never define his memory nor his desire for power, but then a week later, when Xion was introduced into their ranks, something just clicked. His mind must have played tricks on him he thought at first, for he saw a girl staring back. Her hair as orange as a sun-kissed dawn, dress as white as a lily of the valley, but eyes and face as blurred as a reflection in rippling river waters. He promptly ignored it, focusing instead on the potential of the keyblade, paying little attention the newest member in the days to come.

But in the short time he remained within the organization's headquarters, number XIV, gave him pause. Faces so peculiar, so unknown, yet, pulled at his chest and being, replicating emotions and feelings that were nonexistent to someone who lacked a heart, flashed every time he glanced her way. Sometimes, he'd see other keyblade wielders; faces unknown but their features as plain as day. There was the Roxas look-alike, younger and timid, but not weak. Then the boy with the snow-touched hair, clothes as old as a time forgotten; his presence welcomed warmth and life all in one. Another boy, clothes as dark as their coats, hat that shielded his eyes from all; his presence commanding, levelheaded and strong. A deep sense of unwavering respect was felt toward him. There was also a girl, long hair as black as ebony, clothes as dark as the starless-night, yet stars shine through her little details and her presence brought forth a gentle and hopeful nature that bubbled through all she did. One final girl, blond with electric-blue clothes reminded him of a member of the organization.

Every face he saw, shifting from person to person, he could not understand why he felt anything at all. Nobodies are not meant to feel, for they have no hearts to do so. They only had phantom feelings, replications of false emotions that fool people who are whole and allow them to blend and exist, while never being on equal footing with them at all. The reason for seeing those who lack a face, they must have meant something else to him, but what?

One day, the time when he received the assignment for Castle Oblivion, he confided in his most trusted ally, Larxene; organization member number XII. When he became a nobody, she had been with him. He remembered not his past, and she only held fragments of what once was. For him, she was a key, for she remembered him from theirs days together as a somebodies.

But Larxene, after having heard what Marluxia admitted he saw in Xion, merely kept quiet. Her standoffish ways dissuaded him from prying about a past she wished not recall. Marluxia respected her kept secrets, but why did she do so? Why did she remain silent? The reason, she remembers more than she let on. When she saw Xion, she only saw two people. The first who she saw was the kindhearted girl with the orange hair, the one whom he too claimed seeing but remembered not. The next, she saw him, but not his current form. It was a much younger version, his sombody who was once bright and playful, quiet and determined; a somebody she still admired and still does.

What Larxene always saw in Xion were the mirages of a past she dearly misses, yet she would never wish to return to it. For the somebody she had once been was quiet, reserved, polite, always holding back her opinion and thoughts to anyone except her cherished partner, whom she could recall no more. Her old self was not free in expression, concerned with what tomorrow would bring, and hesitant to pursue her goals; always stuck in the what could have been. Being Larxene, being without what believed were once shackling emotions, it freed her and she was able to let her nature shine; brilliant and feisty, a fighter who works to get her way. No longer did emotions toy with her now absent heart. No longer did those feelings play with her decisions. She felt free.

Did she miss her heart? A little, yes. But she would never desire that life again, to live with the regrets of the fragmented past. Instead, she held her cards close, as Luxord would often say. She didn't let on what she knew, keeping what she deemed distracting away from Marluxia, and live the life she held herself back from all this time.

But until the day they experienced their defeat by the hands of a keyblade wielder, Xion's presence and reflection of those lost to the forgotten days lingered with them and influenced their actions. Marluxia saw those wielders and mistook them for ideals to strive for; the image of strong warriors who attained a power he so desired to gain, not understanding he once wielded that power before being lost to time and to nothingness. Larxene on the other hand, those precious few remind her of the weakness she once was, of the failure she considered her past self to be. So instead she continually fights, far removing her past with her now present.

Through their eyes, the absence of yesterday's memories painted the behaviors of their tomorrow.

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Sub-Ideas: Marluxia & Larxene seeing the past.

-Strelitzia

-The Union Leaders - Skuld, Brain, Lauriam, Elrena, Ephemer, Ventus

-Seeing Each Others Past Selves

-The differences between Elrena and Larxene

-Mistaking Seeing Keyblade Wielders For Ideals & The Desire For A Keyblade

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You know, Axel said that Nobodies are unique cause each remembers their past. But honestly, KHIII gave us an idea that them remembering isn't completely true. Aside from Roxas, Marluxia is seen as one of those who forgot the past. So probably that rule only applies to the nobodies from Radiant Garden, and everyone else just doesn't remember at all or partially remember the past. So nobodies like Larxene, maybe Demyx, and maybe Luxord could be included in the scrambled or lost memories.

My, almost went on another tangent there. So with Marluxia, I thought to express his lack of memory, the fact he remembers everything but a face is important. It plays into how he shifts his ideas that, hey these random people, they're ideal keyblade wielders. They're what he aims to be and how to gain the power of the keyblade.

With Larxene, her Union X self, Elrena, came to mind. To me, she seemed to be someone who's reserved and held back cause she didn't know how to be herself around others. Certain interactions with her Chirithy seem to suggest how loose and more snarky she can be, versus her interactions with Lauriam or the union leaders. Maybe when she appears again in the new games, she's going to keep that Larxene spark and vocal personality. Have to just wait and see.

Once again, thanks for taking time to read another chapter these reflections! See you soon whenever the next chapter is up!