GodChild

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onetwothree.

The beat tapped on her leg over and over again; like a classical dance playing out across her thigh with spiny fingers as the gents and the ladies. Her eyes imagined little yellow dresses over the bony skin and black suits over his nails, and she could even see the little buns of perfect hair on the little women of high stature and straight posture. She longed to be elegant like that. Her fingers quietly intertwined in his spotless digits, pulling them down onto the pew with out a glance. She feels him shudder, but still she does not look.

"And God so loved the world he gave up his one and only son," The wrinkled man preached with his knobbly hands and arthritis in his knees. "—Praise God!"

His shoulder touched her naked arm and he crossed his long legs inconspicuously. The tip of his pretty boot jerked her dress from her calves and instinctivly, she cupped her hands together in her lap. As she weighed down her attire, her mouth puckered and she didn't speak. She will not acknowledge him: still, she doesn't look at him.

"Aerith—,"He breathed. The little nymphet wrung her hands and stared into the pastor's empty eyes, begging to be saved from this devil: from him. Instead, the pastors looked past her and smiles at a pretty girl. Her blue eyes and blond pigtails glimmer like jewels; priceless and perfect. Her soil colored hair and grubby eyes seem like a curse in comparison to the child's summery complexion. Aerith was condemned to be unwanted by anyone other than scum. Never was she pretty enough for any one else.

"Look at me." He seethed while grabbing her chin. Good thing they are in the way back or the gospel hags would be staring.

"What?" Aerith hissed back with venom and finally looked at him with hard, unloving eyes. He sees little the beginning of tears and his face hardened. She wants to tear out every single strand of his pink hair—so that he would be ugly. Just like her.

"Do you believe in God?" Marluxia whispered under his raspy voice and makes her knees quiver. She bit her knuckles, and uttered how stupid he was. They were in church, for God's sakes. "Well do you?" He pushed on even though she really didn't want to talk. The child sighed out until her little lungs couldn't push out anymore carbon dioxide.

"No, but I do believe in Hell, and I'm pretty fucking sure that's where you're going." Marluxia shut up and something flickered behind his eyes. His genuine surprise made her smile defiantly and confidently for once. Even the aftertaste of her curse excited her and the fact that she, little, thirteen year old, dirt loving Aerith was able to hurt him, enthralled her.

"Courageous today? How peculiar." He said coldly, easily demolishing that garb of pride she had just fashioned. On cue, Aerith felt breathless and frail. "Not for long though, ten minutes until you are all mine."

Her heart skipped a beat and she fisted her hair. Damn him, damn him for making her forget god and love the devil.

a/n: building the base for this pairing.