She drew a picture of death, she drew how she felt. Ever since she had been captured she felt dead inside. Naminé lowered her head and cried silently, her tears stained her drawing, she sighed. Naminé tried to wipe off the tear, but only made is worse.

"What a shame, it was such a pretty picture." She said to herself, but in all truth it wasn't, it was a picture that would scare small children. She ripped it from her sketch book, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it in the trash, Naminé looked around the room. The room was small; it had a twin bed in the corner with white sheets and lavender comforter. There was a white desk with papers scattered everywhere, a white dresser with clothes hanging out, her room was painted white and had drawings hanging up, and the floor was covered in balls of paper.

Someone knocked. Naminé ran over to her bed and pretended to be asleep. The door creaked open, she heard the footsteps of big boots coming towards her. A gloved hand pushed the hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. Then the back of the hand glided down her arm and clasped her fingers. Naminé slowly opened her eyes, imitating waking up confused.

"Good morning." Marluxia smiled. Naminé rolled over so her back was facing him. "Oh come now, don't be like that." He patted her arm, she shrugged him off. Marluxia sighed, "Fine, be that way, but I'm keeping you here for your own good. I hope you know that." Naminé sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"For my own good! What could be so good about being stuck here helping you over through Organization XII!" She screamed.

Marluxia said nothing.

"That's what I thought." Naminé lowered her head and looked at her knees.

"You know…" he started, "I don't have to play 'the nice guy'"

"Oh and you were being nice before?" she muttered. Marluxia forcefully lifted her chin and held her.

"You're so beautiful when you're mad for no reason." He kissed her and threw her face to the side. Naminé wiped her mouth with discussed. She said nothing, Marluxia grinned. "Your mine, Remember that next time you yell at me. Remember that next time you curl up in your bed and pretend to be asleep. Remember that you are mine. I own you."

"Get out of my room." She glared at him.

"Beg me." Marluxia walked his fingers up her arm, Naminé grabbed his wrist and twisted it.

"I said get out." She dropped her hold on him.

"Oh, the kitten has claws." He rubbed his wrist, "Are you challenging my power over you:

"Please leave, just…please." Naminé struggled. Marluxia started to say something, but stopped, the door creaked open and Axel walked in.

"Oh, sorry. Hope I'm not interrupting anything. Vexan and Zexion are at it again." Axel rolled his eyes and combed his fingers through his striking red hair. Marluxia nodded at Axel and winked at Naminé.