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Marluxia: Rose Garden​

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The sweet aroma of the creamy pink colored roses filled the air of the garden. A ray of sunlight shone through from above, giving the atmosphere a dreamy look as it brilliantly lit any roses it touched in its path. Shadows of the roses were cast against the ground.

The radiance erupting from the roses was more than what their owner hoped for. He sighed passionately into the air, his eyes darting from one rose to the next. It was paradise for him. Roses were all his life. He'd do anything for them. His own special rose garden made him feel like he had something, something to hold onto even though he was a Nobody.

His layered pink hair bounced slightly as he walked in the center of the garden. Satisfaction lingered in his eyes, he kneeled down to the ground to get a better view of his prized possessions. Each rose sparkled with lust and life.

Dark green and thick vines were sprouted from the ground and had attached themselves all around, their heart shaped leaves swayed. Thousands of identical roses grew in the room, all having the same aroma, sparkle, and beauty.

This attraction, perhaps obsession, was Marluxia's life. A smile spread across his tired, weary expression when he picked a thorny rose into his hands. He brought it to his face, whiffing into it as if it were some sort of powerful drug. He couldn't get enough of them. They were his ultimate weapon, his personal accessory. Without them, he'd be incomplete. Each rose was like a child to him.

Their divine beauty soaked into his mind, he basked the feeling in. The warm, comforting sunlight gave him a strange glow, as if he were part of this picture. The radiance emitting from him matched the roses around him. He was the missing piece of this puzzle. He spent numerous hours with his roses, not wanting to leave them for a fleeting moment.

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Naminé and Larxene were enjoying Marluxia's company in his enriching garden, full of life and love. He wanted to share his garden with these two girls. In his mind, he felt the need to share his gift. The roses surrounded the trio as they sat in a knowing silence, gazing at the gorgeous sight before them. For once, they looked happy, although they wouldn't have known the feeling since Nobodies felt no real emotion.

Taking two special roses from his side, Marluxia handed one to each girl. They took the flower with great gratitude. "Roses for two special girls." His smile gleamed brightly, just like his flowers.

Naminé and Larxene blushed a similar shade of the rose and thanked him. They felt lucky, lucky to share this moment with him. He didn't let just anyone in his garden, no one but who he chose. "Please come visit whenever you like."

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Sad looks were cast upon the rest of the Organization as they witnessed the sad sight before them. They longed to feel and taste sadness, but their Nobody forms had prevented them to shed any tears of sorrow and agony. Their dear Marluxia had just died, slashed by the determined Keyblade Wielder.

Demyx and Axel had just finished digging his grave. The empty grave had been dug carefully in the heart of the garden, where the most roses had grown. Marluxia was peacefully resting in his white coffin when he was lowered down into the pit. Vexen and Zexion, along with others, helped cover the coffin.

Naminé couldn't fight back her tears, it was as if two thin rivers flowed rapidly down her cheeks. Her eyes turned red and swollen. She held the precious rose that Marluxia had lovingly given her the previous day. She cherished it greatly, more then he'd know.

As the rest left, Naminé and Larxene stayed a bit longer. An eerie silence filled the room, an awkward emptiness had taken over the room when Marluxia had gone. It was like the life from the roses where fading away gradually.

Resting their roses against the marble white headstone, the two girls hung their heads low in grieve. The rose garden would never be the same, never.

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Two weeks later, Naminé had snuck into what was once the rose garden. The words spoken from Marluxia himself rang through her head, "Please come visit whenever you like." If she wasn't broken enough, the ghastly sight had broken her even more.

Every rose that had once existed, diminished into a dead heap. They wilted, withered between life and death as they drooped in a depressing state. Many rose petals covered the ground, leaving many roses bare and gone. The vicious vines turned a muddy color and rotted in the dark. The place that had once been lively turned into a grave yard. The roses were faded, dull, and evaporating from existence. They were living a painful death. The only living pink roses that had survived were the few that grew by Marluxia's grave. They teamed with life, not a single sign of death were in them. Everything else died. The sun's rays were gone as well, leaving everything dark and gloomy. The aroma of the lovely flowers had disappeared, the stench of death lingered about.

Naminé understood now what this all meant. The roses needed Marluxia, without him the garden didn't exist. The roses that lived next to him were the only ones who survived. They felt his presence, even though he was buried deep in the ground. Their roots felt him in the ground, it gave them something to live for.

She edged closer to them and noticed the droplets of water splashing down into his grave. Two drops of water trailed slowly down one of the petals, combining into one drop of water. When it fell down, Naminé watched it closely. It was like time slowed, her blue eyes trailed the drop, colliding with the ground it touched.

Delicate drops of rose water soaked into the ground. The roses were crying. A thin trail of water outlined where he was buried and formed a thin stream downward. The water had gathered from the small amount of roses in just this much time, it was miraculous.

The garden died because there was no one for them, Marluxia was gone forever.

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Naminé visited the garden of death a few months later after mustering the courage and willpower to do so. She gasped at what she saw. The garden that had once died and rotted away had bloomed back to life. The roses that once withered, were alive again. The vines grew thicker and fuller, covering every part of the room. The roses seemed stronger and bigger themselves.

Walking through the forgotten garden, a sudden feeling of presence came to her. Even though the god of the roses had perished away a long time ago, she felt as if he was still alive. He lived through his roses, they all held a fragment of him.

She gaped at what she witnessed next. An illusionary Marluxia kneeled down in front of her with his back facing her. She quietly walked over to him and kneeled down beside him. He looked faded and transparent, but he was there. Was it a memory? What could this be?

Naminé slowly laid a soft hand on his. Her hand went right through, she couldn't touch him. He smiled at her, the way he always did when he was here. In his other hand, was a pink rose. He handed it to her, without hesitation she took it from him. There it was, he'd just given her a rose and she held it carefully. A moment later, his body vanished into the atmosphere, sparkles of sweet tasting water disappeared within his roses. Naminé grinned as she clutched the precious rose, she strolled down the paths of roses, adoring them all. In their faces, she caught a glimpse of her old friend. The garden grew back because of him.

It was clear, Marluxia lived in his roses.

-The End-

How was it? Weird? lol...ehy.

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Reminiscence​

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Almost there, almost there, almost there…

The loud sounds of his running footsteps echoed in the vast Oblivion Castle with each step he desperately took. Clutching the Keyblade in hand, he pushed himself forward up the endless spiral stairs. They seemed to be going on forever, with no end, stair after stair. His skin began to get hotter and hotter with each fleeting moment, his face soaked with perspiration. His heart beat hard against his chest; he could hear their deafening pound.

Water gathered in his eyes, making his vision blurry and unclear. One wipe with his backhand and everything was clear once more. Cry? No, he must resist. Taking a deep breath as he continued to run, he could not let exhaustion stop him.

Hundreds of Heartless appeared in his path, vermin creatures. He cut his Keyblade through their empty bodies and they vanished into a smoky dust. He kept going, killing any Heartless in his way.

Can’t give up, can’t give up, can’t give up…

A large white door came into his view at the top of the stairway, a thin crease of light shone through the middle, creating a dreamy atmosphere. It was as if the light came from the Heavens. Hope and anticipation endured his eager heart, was it this what he was looking for?

Faster, faster, faster…

He gripped onto his Keyblade harder and thrust the doors open with his hands. Rays of light blinded his sapphire eyes for a second, but regained stability the next. A white room, that’s all it was, a screeching white room, nothing but white. His eyes scanned the place, a platinum haired girl sat quietly in a chair in the corner.

A neat sketchbook was grasped firmly in her frail hands along with a blue pencil. Her identical blue eyes lined with Sora’s, her face sullen. She glanced at the drawing she drew of him being enclosed in a shell object in her sketchbook, then looked once more at him.

The next instant, a flower like pod swallowed him completely, he was trapped inside of it. The flower-like petals burst into all directions beneath him. He looked down and up, he couldn’t get out. A thin flimsy case engulfed him. He reached out in front of him, his hands interlocked with the glass. His eyes narrowed to uncertainty and perplexity. Naminé sat undisturbed as she watched him looking at her for help. She did nothing, nothing at all but watched. Her lips moved, but no words came out.

His mind went into a blackout state, all consciousness was lost. He felt his body fall backwards, lifelessly into the air. He fell back into nothingness. His soul flew above the sparkling, blue ocean. They cloudy sky shone above as he flew faster. His arms limped helplessly to his sides, his head hung back and his eyes were closed tightly. Thousands of pallid flower petals brushed past him as he went towards the island while the strong wind rustled his clothes.

He was then holding on tightly to Kairi’s hand, along with Riku’s as the trio lay down peacefully onto the warm sand underneath them on their island as they all were in an unconscious state of mind. All was still, the waves were hushed and the trees did not sway. The sand under them caved in, collapsing the three together into a blonde haired boy, who floated down aimlessly into a foreign place.

As he got closer to the bottom, he regained balance. He took a step forward; a huge stain glass-like painting of the Keyblade Wielder appeared below him. He shielded his eyes from the light as the ground dispersed quickly. Doves shot from the separating ground, flew around him, and then scurried ahead in the distance.

He stood in awe as he watched them vanish.

--xxx--

Roxas jerked up in his bed, his head began to hurt. "Whoa...what a dream..." He looked out beyond in the open window infront of him, the suns welcoming rays shone on his face.

- Fin-​

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Another one-shot, but this time regarding Sora. It's based from the opening of the game ;) Hoped you liked it. Please tell me what you think. Thanks.

Snowflake
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A gust of wind flew by violently, causing the frozen snow accumulating on the bare tree branches to pile on the flurry-covered ground beside them. The blue jays and red robins were snuggly sleeping in their burrows, allowing an eerie silence to fill the air.

Snow completely bordered the outside of Oblivion Castle and all around it. Not a single sight patch of the emerald grass could be seen, they were well buried beneath. The windows became cloudy and foggy. The leafless tree limbs were covered also, as well as the porch and everything else.

Zexion wiped the window from his bedroom, creating a small circle in the center of the frost, and peered outside. His excited eyes were absorbed in the snow. The appearance of the snow thrilled him, he never saw anything like it before. His psychic power did not detect this mysterious thing to be dark or evil.

So white, light, and heaven-like, how could it be a part of the darkness? Rushing out the front door in his long, black robs, he stood in the middle of it all. The presence of the snow made it very chilly out; Zexion shivered uncontrollably. Without his knowing, someone else was watching him from above, through another window.

Axel.

A small, thin grin appeared on his face as he watched his friend soaking in the sudden change of atmosphere. Quietly, he strolled down the lengthy spiral stairs and made his way to the entrance, where he could get a better view at Zexion.

Zexion lingered between the idea of actually touching the snow or just settling to gaze upon it. He was afraid, yes afraid, to disturb the snow. He didn’t know what it was, but he grew a sudden attraction to it. It’s harmlessness was something he’s never witness before. Coming out of the Castle had felt heartening, instead of sitting in a room and taking orders from the others. Harm and darkness resided in his home, to see something like this was new to him.

After moments in deep thought, he decided to lay a hand on it. The instant his eager hand embraced with the tiny flurries, he retreated stunned. The white mass drove a rush of chillness into his body the moment he made contact with it. The feeling, he liked it. Nothing like he ever felt before.

It’s so cold.

Zexion suddenly fell forward onto the ground ahead of him, something had hit him forcefully on his back. He tried to balance himself so that his face wouldn't dip into the snow, but the cold sensation developing in his hands was too much for him to handle.

Glancing behind, he saw Axel snickering at him. Rising up, Zexion brushed the snow from behind his robs where a snowball stain had formed, then he briskly rubbed his hands together to make them warm again.

“W-what w-was t-that f-f-for, Axel?†His teeth clattered against each other between each word he spoke. The bitter cold was getting to him. “And what is this stuff?†He pointed at the ground.

Axel created another snowball and tossed it in the air continuously. He answered his friend’s questions in no more than a few words. “Snowball fight. Snowâ€

“S-snow?†Zexion stuttered glancing around him once more. “This is called ‘snow’?†He was surprised at how Axel had the guts to make harmful snowballs with the divine snow. Getting angry, he bellowed, “Axel, stop doing that to the snow!†Regardless of his pleas, Axel continued to make the snowballs. He wasn’t using them to throw at Zexion however, he had another purpose in mind.

The sky had changed once more, it became fiercer and cloudier. The clouds above turned into a shade of dark grey and became thicker. It began to snow. Fragile snowflakes lifelessly fluttered down to the earth, giving everything another coat of a fine white covering. A small delicate snowflake landed on top of Zexion’s nose. It made him smile, the interaction with the snow and himself. It melted in a second, leaving a water droplet dripping from his nose.

“Axel, it’s melting! Hurry we have to save it! The snow from the sky is melting!†Hurriedly, he spread his arms out to ‘catch’ the snowflakes that were raining from the sky.

Axel merrily chuckled at Zexion’s childlike behavior and his limited knowledge of snow. Everyone knows you can’t save the snow, no matter what you do. Zexion didn’t know that, he continued fretting about it. His hands tried to catch whatever he could get, but the effort was useless.

Axel rolled the snow into a larger snowball and continued to make it bigger. Zexion whirled about to Axel to see what he was doing and why he didn’t care about the ‘melting’ snow. “You don’t care do you?â€

“Zexion, snow melts if it touches something warm. Don’t worry about it, there’s a lot of snow here, it’ll take it a long time for it to melt.†He shot him a comforting smile and kept on making his snowballs larger.

“So, I’m warm?†Zexion questioned, confused. The snow that Axel played with didn’t melt when he touched it. It stayed intact and Axel was the one with the fire element; that’s not warm. “I cant touch it because I’m warm and it will melt?†His head hung low, he snow beneath his shoes seemed tempting to play with.

After explaining thoroughly to Zexion that he could do whatever he wishes to do with the snow and that it wouldn’t melt just like that, Zexion joined Axel in what he was doing. He watched the redhead stack the three snow balls together one by one. It looked like three scoops of vanilla ice cream on a cone.

“It’s my Snowmanâ€, Axel remarked, as he noticed Zexion eying it with awe and much anticipation. “A snowman looks like this and yes you can do this with snowâ€, he quickly added in before Zexion started with his endless list of questions about snow and how it worked. He drew two circles in the snowman’s face for eyes with his index finger and outlined a smile as well.

“C’mon lets go back in, the Superior won’t like it that we are out here.†Axel turned to the doorway and did not hesitate for Zexion to follow, for he didn’t move. He stayed still where he kneeled, watching silently as Axel disappeared from view.

“Snowâ€, he muttered to himself. “Snowflakes.†It hadn’t stopped snowing, in fact the murky sky snowed harder and faster. Numerous snowflakes gathered in his indigo hair and clothes, beginning to camouflage him along with the rest of the white environment. Some flakes even rested on his eyelashes. He stuck his pink tongue out to allowed the delicate snowflakes to dissolve in his dry mouth. The taste of the melted snow swam in his mouth and streamed down his throat. The taste of snowflakes, he will savor it all his life; an opportunity like this may never come again for him.

Grabbing a handful of snow, he formed it into a ball and huddled it near him. Taking a last glance at the mystifying snow, he walked slowly back into the Castle and close the door.

-Fin-​

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Well, what do you think? This was my first one-shot regarding Zexion. Yes, it is Out of Character, but I couldn't resist writing this. The reason why I decided to chose Zexion was because of his ability to detect darkness. So, by snow symbolizing purity, I thought that the contrast would be interesting. Please tell me what you think, thank you. ;)