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At this point there wasn't much to say for himself and the achievement he had hoped to receive. He had found something but it was an unknown; Was this Girl Worth the Credit? It was a rhetoric question to him, he knew that Naminé was worth the recognition and importance that he gave her. A Rare Flower that Only Bloomed Within The Darkness. The others could ignore or disregard her importance but Marluxia did not dare to overlook an opportunity such as this girl's potential power. His eyes fell from their trance and to her small frame when she stated his name following it by a reasonable question. " Kingdom Hearts is locked except to the Princesses of Hearts. In total there are seven and all together they can open the doors towards the kingdom. " He said, explaining the basic functions of their importance. " Seven beautiful girls with the purest of hearts...and I believe you were one of them. " He said, smiling down at her as he relayed a large importance to her.

" Don't worry about the others, I won't allow them to come near you. " He had said, noticing her worries before when Vexen's statement about Experiments already horrified her. The shell had the habit of breaking hearts than knowing how to form them - his attempts at creating a heart only lead to failure as they fell apart like a badly sewn doll. The superior would most likely use Roxas to complete his Kingdom Hearts with the use of the keyblade releasing the hearts from the stronger Heartless. " I'll give you new meaning. For that I wish you to assist me. " He had said as he held his hand out again, his eyes holding only the same proud look they always held - his expression having been soft and already satisfied with the fact he knew what the answer would most likely be.

Sparkling angel, I believe you are my savoir in my time of need

Roxas controls the Keyblade.

Naminé swore that she knew what that was. There was a painfully familiar ring to it. She watched along with Marluxia as the boy extended his arm, a flash of bright light radiating before it died down and he held a large key in his gloved hand. She found herself staring at him again, and his weapon. When the blond male insisted that he should experiment on her, she looked up at Marluxia, frightened. His arm came up protectively, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want anything to do with their experiments. She didn’t even know what was going on in the first place.

They were all talking again, discussing things relating to her that she didn’t understand at all. Hollow Bastion, Princesses, keyblades, plans; this was all above her. She glanced from one figure to another, wondering what all of this meant. Naminé watched as they all left, fading away; her eyes lingered on Roxas as he vanished, before tuning back in to what Marluxia and the Superior were saying. Should Marluxia not have named her? she wondered, but he seemed to have accepted that since she was not in the Organization, he had no reason to name her.

Marluxia whispered the phrase “Keyblade…”, and she turned to look up at him. Questions swam in her head – she had so many things that she wanted to ask him, but wasn’t sure if she should. He seemed engrossed in his own thoughts, no longer paying her any mind.

She sighed quietly – already becoming a habit, it seemed – and thought of how to phrase her inquiry.

“Marluxia?” she asked, quietly. “What… what were they talking about? What’s a Princess of Heart?”

What’s going to happen to me now?

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Marluxia hadn't paid much attention to Naminé to notice her looking off and seemingly admire the new kid who had joined the group, his attention was locked onto the Superior who was still staring down at her with a glare. " Roxas controls the keyblade. " He stated as a comment, Marluxia's head turning a bit to look over at the boy who looked between him and Xemnas. The man nodded for the boy to show off what he could do, eventually he reached out his hand and light started to form in front of him as it took form of a blade in his hand - silver with yellow handles, a key chain dangling off the end as the other had extensions from the side - a giant key. " Our original plan was to create our own Kingdom Hearts due to the fact we did not have this power. But...if one of the Princesses has become lost... " " That is why it cannot be! " Vexen intruded once more. " Allow me to experiment on her to confirm the theory, only then can we assured of this. " He said, Marluxia's arm once more shielding her from Vexen's sight at the time. " Naminé is too valuable to us for you to touch and break her. " He said, Larxene's giggle following as Vexen's teeth gritted.

" I have been to Hollow Bastion. Only Roxas was found. " Xemnas stated, seemingly curious as to how the girl was created in the location where his heartless held all the princesses. " All the princesses of hearts were there and none lost their hearts, it was only the boy who did. " He said, referring to Sora who had been under some examination at the time. " The plan hasn't changed then. " Marluxia said with disagreement, finding the new addition pointless. " Our plan was to create kingdom hearts, even with the new member wielding a keyblade and the possibility of this child being a Princess, nothing has changed. " He said to confirm the fact that the moon was already nearing its slow completion. " For now...the child may remain here until we see what Ansem does. " The heartless still remained active at the time from the current activity. " The meeting is adjourned, continue with your missions. " He said to some as they all began to fade away into shadows, Roxas having been one of the last ones to remain as he stared at Naminé for the time before fading away as well. " Marluxia....I take it you named her? " Xemnas had asked to which there was only a nod. " If she does not fall under the Organization, then there is no need for you to name her, is there? " He had asked, to which Xemnas only smiled at the answer only having been a loophole. " That is true. " He said as he disappeared leaving the two alone.

" Keyblade... " Marluxia had whispered as he found himself at a loss once more - he knew the weapon was a strong asset to the organization, another issue from his own plans. His expression seemed focused but soft, like he was deep in thought to realize that Naminé must have most likely wondered what was going to happen to her. .

Sparkling angel, I believe you are my savoir in my time of need

Naminé watched as Larxene vanished, attention shifting yet again to Marluxia as he bent down to her level. She smiled at him, reassured by his confidence.
She felt his hand resting on her shoulder, and concentrated on that and only that as the Darkness consumed them and released them in a different location.
The room was large, with an unimaginably high ceiling and just as white as Marluxia’s room had been. There were pillars, each at different heights, and upon
many of them yet another cloaked being was perched. The vast majority of them had their hoods drawn, save Larxene and a brown-haired boy with what she
thought, from this angle, was a mullet. His gloved fingers were tapping quietly on the arms. He didn’t look young, exactly, but slightly more… childish, she
supposed. He didn’t appear to be paying attention to what was happening; he was far too lost in the rhythm he was beating out.

Marluxia’s name was spoken, and Naminé turned in the direction of the powerful voice. Tilting her head back painfully, blue eyes stared up at the tallest of the
pillars where another cloaked man sat. The exchange that followed confused her, and she felt rather like a bug being scrutinized beneath a microscope. Marluxia
had referred to her as the XIIIth member. She did not know the meaning of this, but the uproar that followed led her to assume that it was important.

The man pulled his hood back, revealing dark skin, silver hair, and orange eyes that considerably heightened her bug-under-a-microscope sensation. She did
not like those eyes on her, not even for a moment. She stood rigid in place, but lowered her gaze. She did not want to establish eye-contact with this dark-skinned
man. She was certain that he might read her mind. She shuddered.

It was said that the XIIIth member had been found already, and her gaze followed that of the others’. On what was certainly the shortest pillar of them all sat a
boy with dirty-blond hair and vacant blue eyes. Naminé stared at him, certainly longer than was necessary, but there was something about him that she could
not place. She heard the argument between cloaked figures that followed, but her attention remained fixed on the blue-eyed boy as she peered timidly around
Marluxia to observe him. She felt as if she’d met him before.

Another face, another name; brown hair, darker than the boy they’d called Roxas’, but with the same blue eyes. Sora. It lingered this time, taunting for a
moment, but as it had before, the thoughts retreated and she shook off the trance-like state she’d fallen into while gazing at Roxas.

A Princess of Heart… was that the phrase Marluxia had used? She didn’t know what it was, but she couldn’t really have been a Princess. It seemed as
preposterous as the man—Vexen, had he been called?—had said.

She still felt the burning sensation of the taller man’s eyes on her, and glanced up at Marluxia for no reason other than to reassure herself. Her head tilted backwards
once more, gazing up into a terrifying set of orange irises. This was unnatural. This was evil. Half unconsciously, she took a small step to the side, inching closer to
Marluxia until she felt the leather of his sleeve brushing her shoulder very slightly. She did not like this.

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The girl had been scared but it was a needless sensation, Larxene had known that he was above her in terms of fighting strength and she would have not dared to start a fight where she could not win. He considered her a friend of sorts, her personality having been vicious but she revealed more than she let on. He had his own thoughts about talking to her about the plan that was forming in his mind but there was no telling if she was the loyal type nor was there a reason to begin telling her without the proper resources.

" Ah! These stories are so cute. " Larxene interrupted the silence with her shrilling gleeful voice, having then shut the book once more as she looked back at them. " I'll tell them you've something to say, better not be late. " She mentioned before disappearing in a blur. Marluxia having then arched his back down to Naminé 's height so he could talk to her more closely. " I'll be around you the whole time during the meeting, do not worry yourself. " He said in a voice of confidence.

" This will be quick. " He had said as he placed his hands on her shoulder and then the world began to blur around her once more, the darkness having swallowed her once more for a moment before letting her out. His hands slipping off her frame as he stood in the center of surrounding pillars - their lengths having been of different heights that represented only the missions that were completed. There had been a few similar cloaked people sitting on some of the pillars sitting as they looked down at them. Those that had not placed their hoods on were Larxene who hadbeen in one of the average pillars with her smile evident, a brown haired boy who tapped his fingers rhythmically on the hand rests; Demyx. " Marluxia." Came a strong low voice from behind Namine as the blond turned to face 'The Superior' who was standing at the tallest pillar surrounded by the two pillars who were second tallest - his bodyguards; Xigbar and Xaldin. " Why have you brought that child here? " He had asked.

Marluxia's insides were aflame with the desire of wanting to cut down the pillar, he hated having to look up at the man who would not even look at the same level as him. His neck leaned back as he looked up and then held his hand out towards Naminé . " I believed her to be the XIIIth member. " The man pulled back his hood to reveal the dark skin and orange eyes that seemed to pierce through one's soul - already Naminé could feel the level of power that seemed to make the air heavy for her to breathe. The people she was surrounded by having been something far above what she was and yet Marluxia stood calmly. " I've already found the 13th and gave him the name Roxas. " His eyes traveling past the two to another corner, Marluxia having turned his head to see the shortest pillar in the room held by a boy no taller than Naminé . His short brown hair and blue eyes having seemed almost uninterested in the scene before him. " Also...if you wish to argue that this child may be the 13th...then allow her to show us her power. " Xemnas had requested to which Marluxia could not answer.

" I would request you would not attempt to emberass me. " Marluxia's statement cut thick through the older members in the room, Larxene herself having smiled the widest as Demyx stopped his beating on the hand rests. " As you can all sense, she is too pure for her heart to carry any darkness...I believe her to be a former Princess of Hearts." " Preposterous! " Another one of the members had said as he slammed his hand down. " If that were the case then the original Kingdom Hearts is lost to us! " He stated, Larxene having giggled. " Vexen, chill before you turn into a puddle. You're acting uncool. " She said, shaking her head. " I don't expect a witch like you to understand the current disaster if Marluxia's claims are true.." The girl's expression had changed from a smile to something much darker at the time. The bickering having continued as the Superior stared down at Naminé with a strong glare in his eyes, almost trying to pierce her open and see the truth for himself at the time.

Sparkling angel, I believe you are my savoir in my time of need

Naminé nodded, unquestioning and believing everything that he was saying. She had no reason not to believe him.
Everything he said had a disturbing element of truth to it, after all. She had to be what he claimed they were. But he
was promising her heart, and thus she nodded. She wanted her heart.

A female voice shattered her reverie. She turned with him, glancing up to see his expression. He seemed to know her;
Naminé lingered behind Marluxia, wary, as she watched the impish blonde woman banter with him. When she
approached, Naminé appeared to shrink away, nearer to him, and was relieved when his arm came up as a barrier
between them. She wasn’t sure she liked this woman.

As he handed Larxene the novel, she read the title with a bit of interest, wondering for a moment what it might be about.
When Marluxia’s hand fell back to the crown of her head, she looked up at him and nodded. An ally she may have been,
but Naminé wasn’t very comfortable around the blonde woman. There was something about her that made Naminé uneasy.

Her thoughts turned back to what Larxene had said, about their boss wanting to see them. She was fairly interested in seeing
what there was to see of the other residents of this castle, but was unsure if he would ‘introduce’ her, as Larxene had
suggested, or if he would have here stay and wait for him to return. It was a possibility that she would not be allowed to roam
the castle, and while this would no doubt disappoint her, she would not complain.

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He smiled as she finally seemed to understand the concept, having felt even more amused once she contributed to the titles of what they are. " But we are better..." He said knowing that he was no longer the same weakhearted person who he was before - In Exchange For His Heart He Gained Power." If you assist me, I will let you regain your heart. " He had whispered further poison into her ear. Marluxia already knew her desires and wishes, he could already tell what her dreams and hopes that she wanted.

" My, you two are so cute. " Came a voice from behind them, Marluxia having only chuckled as he turned and watched as a woman was sitting on the bed with her hands supporting her frame from falling back. " I didn't know you were picking up strays now, Marluxia. " She said as she placed one leg over the other and giggled. Her short blond hair had been been simple except for two long strands that were raised above her head, a pair of green amused eyes looking at the both of them. " Larxene.. " He had said as he looked at her and smiled. " What did I say about sneaking into other's rooms. " He said before being cut off as he finished, her hand waving dismissively. " I grew bored of teasing Demyx, he's such a wet towel and Vexen is just frigid. " She said shaking her own head in annoyance. " Besides, it's not my fault that your room stinks of flowers.. " She said and then stood up, placing one hand on her waist as he walked over to the two of them and then looked down at Namine with curiosity.

" I never knew you liked children. " She said in a another giggle, her sadism having been evident as she reached her hand out towards the girl only to have been denied access as Marluxia's arm stretched out between her and Namine. " What is it you want? " He had asked, the girl having looked up at him in a challenging glance before crossing her arms and rolling her shoulders in a weak shrug. " Well the 'Boss' - " She had said in a rather monotone voice. "-wants us. And...I'm sure you can introduce the kid since one way or another she'll be noticed. " Larxene stated. Though to Marluxia it was obvious what she meant by the others finding out; she would tell them if he didn't give her something. Smiling in response he held his hand out as a book appeared. the blond's eyebrow having been raised. " I'm not Zexion. " She mentioned, her pout evident from having been given such a lousy book. " Read through the first few pages. " He said as the book's title was Marquis de Sade in capital letters. " I found it in a world and thought it would suit you. " She took the item and opened it, turning her back on the two as she flipped through the first few pages and took a few steps away from them.

His eyes fell back down at Namine as he let his hand reach over and rest on her head. " She's an ally, Namine. " He said as Larxene's body suddenly twitched from the name. " Ara....you named her? " She said looking past her shoulder in amusement - He did the Naming Ceremony instead of Xemnas. " Is that a problem? " He had asked back at her to which she only giggled and shut the book. " My lips are sealed. " She mentioned.

Sparkling angel, I believe you are my savoir in my time of need

As his hand came to rest on her head, she shivered. Not out of any emotion or sensation specifically, simply because she was unused to contact and affection.
The Darkness that she had spent her days in was not quite the loving companion. The idea of creating one’s own name fascinated her, though. She tried to
magine what she imagined calling herself, what name she would be able to respond to easily, but nothing came to mind.

Umi. She tilted her head to the side ever-so-slightly, watching him. Umi might have been a suitable name; she attempted to imagine it applied to her, but it
seemed off. Naminé. She liked this. A gentle smile formed, feeling his gloved hand on her cheek. “Naminé…” she whispered it to herself, reverently, as
though it was some sort of treasure. And in a sense, it was. Her name.

His hand fell on his chest, and Naminé stared up at him as the next explanation began. She was a Nobody. The term was new to her, and she had intended to
ask the meaning when he answered the unspoken question. Nonexistent? She struggled to grasp this concept; if she was standing here with him, both of them
physical beings, how is it that they did not exist?
Darkness. She shuddered gently against her will, not extremely open to the idea that her heart had been left behind in that abyss. Almost protectively, her hand
jumped to her chest where her heart should have been. She waited for a few long moments, following him out to the balcony as she did so, but never felt the
beating of her heart. It couldn’t really be true, could it? She couldn’t really be without a heart.

She allowed the hand on her back to guide her closer to the railing, blue eyes staring wide in awe at the heart-shaped moon. Kingdom Hearts. Her heart was up
there, along with his and many others’, it would seem.

Shells of our former selves… Who was she? Who had she been? This all seemed like too much all at once, but she realized that he was right: when she
stopped and thought on it, there was a sort of hollowness. Not just where her heart should have been, either; it was strong, a whole part of her. She felt it, and it
ran deeper than her bones. She shuddered again.

“Memories,” she whispered, adding on to the chain of metaphors that he had begun. They were like physical memories, a stamp on the universe of what once
had been.

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Only fragments and torn memories were usually left in most people, those with stronger hearts having retained a larger imprint on their bodies of what they have done before. He watched as the girl's attempted to gain a recollection of what her heart left within her empty vessel of a body - only the ocean. He also saw the disappointment that began to form and appear on her face, his hand rising and resting at the top of her head as he stroked it gently, his fingers brushing through the strands and moving through her hair in an affectionate manner. " Do not worry, names are not something we can remember. We create our own. " He explained.

The naming ceremony was usually done by The Superior but Marluxia had no desire to allow that man to name the white rose he found - the disgrace of such an act was too shameful to bear for him. The girl also seemed to have lacked any potential to join the organization either with her lack of strength and the scent of Light being around her. " Umi.. " The ocean was a suitable name - yet he found it lacking and a complete. She was a nobody, she was not part of the ocean anymore, No, she was something that had left the ocean and parted with it. " Naminé. " He said out in satisfaction as his hand slipped off from her head and to her cheek. " An Ocean wave suits those eyes.. " He explained and slipped his hand from her head.

His expression had had grown serious for a moment having then placed a hand over his own chest. " You are nothing but a Nobody. The same as Myself. Who is a Nobody, you ask? " He assumed she was already confused with this foreign concept and title. " A Nobody is...the nonexistent. " He answered, having referred to the both of them as beings that don't exist. " We have no hearts or freedom, they have left us and been taken away by the darkness....the very same darkness you've seen in the streets. " He said as he turned and walked towards the balcony. " But fear not...soon we will regain it all. " He said as he came to the edge of the rails and then reached his hand upwards towards the giant heart shaped moon that seemed to have been attracting fallen stars into itself. " Kingdom Hearts; That is where Our Hearts Lie and soon...it shall be completed and we...shall finally be complete. " He said, looking down at her as he placed a hand on her back and let her come closer to the railing to look up at the manmade creation that the organization was working so hard for.

" Do you understand now? The emptiness you feel..." He had asked as he arched down to whisper in her ear, his voice fluid and soft as the petals he always released. " We're alike...incomplete...mere shells of our former selves...the leftover stem with no petals. " He said, knowing the reality would soon sink in.

Sparkling angel, I believe you are my savoir in my time of need

Her slim fingers closed beneath his, and she glanced up at him when his voice sounded again. He had already helped her, had he not?
This train of thought ended quite abruptly as her senses caught the word ‘home’. Home. Where was home? I’ll show you who you
are. A flicker or something alien rose in her – hope – and a ghost of a smile flickered on her pale lips. She followed after him,
hesitating for only a brief moment before stepping into the portal with him.

She was not fully pleased to find herself surrounded by darkness, and instinctively moved closer to him and clutched his hand tightly.
Their pace quickened, and she stumbled as the closing force of the portal pushed her out. He caught her, and she regained her balance
quickly enough. “Thank you,” she said again, just as quietly as before. Blue irises took in the white room in subtle delight. It was simple,
but it wasn’t Darkness. There was a scent unfamiliar to her that hung in the air, but it was strong and sweet and intoxicating.

Once again reminded of her lack of clothes, a twinge of embarrassment prompted the pale shade of pink to return in her otherwise
porcelain cheeks. A white rose appeared in his hand – was that what that smell is? she wondered vaguely to herself – and she observed
in awe as said rose began to form into a long white dress. Strange and inhuman as she would come to discover that she was, the young
girl in her was rather delighted with the dress, and she smiled as her hands ran reverently over the fabric.

She was about to thank him once more, but did not wish to sound redundant and simply said “It’s beautiful.”

When he inquired of her name, she faltered. Her name… she did not know it. For perhaps the first time it occurred to her that she did not
remember her name. How extremely foolish.

Briefly, a foreign word flashed in her mind, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. K-Kai… She could not lure the word back into her mind,
could not make it return. The more she prompted, the farther it seemed to retreat.

A face this time. A boy with brown hair and blue eyes. She flinched. The ocean returned to her mind, the smell and the heat and the feel
of the water, all just beyond her reach. Frustrated, she shook the alien thoughts off and returned her attention to him.

“I don’t remember anything,” she admitted quietly, “but the ocean.” A sigh slid through her lips, disappointment written on doll-features.


[ Ooc – Okay~ ]

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He had no heart to be embarrassed from her lack of clothes, his eyes only stared at matching sets similar to his own. The moment the contact came to his hand, he could feel a power but it seemed shrouded. " I can help you, if you'd let me.
Let me take you home. " He stated and held out his other hand towards the wall as another black portal began to form. " I'll show you who you are. " He had continued as he slowly took a step and held onto her hand gently as to not pull her - gaining trust was always such a problematic issue and with no sense of feelings or a heart to to question if he was being too forceful it made it even harder to do.

Stepping into the darkness once more must have feared her, he felt the fingers slightly squeeze harder along his glove and yet he took her through. The portals always tended to pull a body in deeper as one continued making them walk faster and get to their destination - eventually once they both stepped through his body turned to catch her from falling onto the floor after being pushed out by the portal as well. " For the moment you'll remain here. " He had said, letting go of her and showing the white room she was within.

The scent of roses were strong along the air, the room itself having seemed empty and hollow with no pictures or items hanging off the walls. Just a bed, closet, a bathroom and a balcony seemed to have been the only sights within. His body turned as he then placed one hand to his chin in thought. He knew she had a peculiar scent from the moment he saw her, she carried the scent of a nobody but underneath that came the perfume of something else that he realized just now within the castle; Light.

The heartless were attracted to the scent of Light, the perfume her body let out into the air. Whoever she was before, the person carried a pure heart. " This black cloak won't suit you.. " He whispered as he then flicked out his hand and held a white rose. " You are much more unique.. " He said as the rose itself began to glow once more and release more petals that stuck together and then formed a white dress. " There we are.. " He said as he held out above her head and then slowly slipped it down until the straps touched her shoulder. A white long dress that covered her body and legs - a perfect white rose. " That should do.. " He said and took another step back to admire the beauty of his work. He smiled in amusement as he then looked at her face and realized that she had no name which he could call her. " Do you remember your name? " He had asked her.

(( For now her dress will be long~ Sorta explained as the plot goes deeper I figure x3 ))

Sparkling angel, I believe you are my savoir in my time of need

She kept running despite the terrible stitch in her side and how her lungs were gasping for air, glancing back over her shoulder every so often.
Her gaze twitched swiftly behind her, but what she saw caused her to turn suddenly, skidding to a halt. A portal similar to the one that brought her to this place had formed,
but this time out of it stepped a tall cloaked figure. The portal disappeared, inky plumes vanishing into the air. She stared on at the stranger that stood between her and her
pursuers with wide eyes. He moved his arm, palm facing the sky, and petals seemed to materialize in response. She found herself unable to move, lingering behind him and
watching, mesmerized, as a single petal sprouted vines that formed into a scythe.

She inched to the side ever so slightly to peer around him, watching the creatures and their reaction to the unexpected interruption. A sensation of dread filled her when they
began moving around, circling her and the cloaked man. They would attack from all sides; she would just be in his way now.

One swift motion, one sweeping blow of the scythe and a whirlwind suddenly separated them and the attacking creatures. In awe, her small hand came up to cover her
mouth as she watched them jump and vanish. The petals being carried by the wind were apparently not normal flower petals. She shuddered. What was this?

The creatures seemed to keep coming, despite seeing the others die like they had, and eventually there were no more. She glanced back at her savior, surprised to see
that he had been un-hooded. He carried a mop of thick pink hair. She diverted her gaze towards the scythe just as it vanished into another burst of petals.

His hand extended towards her, his voice spoke of safety, but she stood in place for a moment with blue eyes fixed on that hand. He had indeed saved her, although she
did not know him. Slowly, warily, she stepped forward and walked to him. Heat rose in her cheeks as her tiny hand slid into is small one; she glanced down meekly and said
“Thank you” in a quiet voice that was not used to such exercise.

[ Ooc – It was great! I hope that I don't ruin Naminé's character; I've never played her before. Ughshortpost. >< ]