Marluxia: Rose Gardenx-x-x 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. ---xxx--- 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." ---xxx--- 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. ---xxx--- 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. ---xxx--- 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. Thanks for reading. Please comment <33
You are a brilliant writer. Lots of vivid imagery. I envy you. Also, not even a single grammatical or spelling error. The only thing is that, this story is not canon at all, but that's okay. (If only Marluxia and Larxene were really like that....nice people....)
Thank you guys so much for the comments. <33 Made me really happy to read them. Lol, yeah, if Marluxia and Larx. were really like that, things would be quite different.
I know, I was just thinking that *sighh* I'll just post a few one-shots first, and then this really good story about Kairi and Marluxia. :]
