PendragonU: Okay, here we go. This was one chapter where I was definitely not happy with the way it came out. I love the fact that Marluxia is arrogant and an ass. I think that I didn't do a good enough job with portraying him before but I hope that this chapter now fixes that. Enjoy, read and review, please. I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS.
The Father
Snick. Snick. Snick. The sound of garden shears clipping at one of the many plants in Marluxias room was loud in the silence. The pink haired Nobody was quietly deadheading (1) one of the many flowering plants in his room. It was a long process and had the potential to be tedious; but Marluxia did it without complaint because it was necessary for the health of his beloved plants. The Neophyte was rather sensitive to the state of any growth and he was most comfortable when he was surrounded by healthy plant life. Since plants did not comfortably grow in Never Was, Marluxia took great care to grow plants in his room. It was an eccentricity, but every Nobody in the Organization had one or two.
Marluxia sighed. At the moment he was glad to have something to do besides pace and wait for the Superior to show. The nature adept was loathe to admit that he was slightly intimidated by their so called "Superior". He had no idea what the repercussions for his dalliances with Vexen would be, and he would admit in a tiny part of his mind that he was not eager to find out. The end result of such pleasant little escapades was incredibly surprising, and warranted immediate consideration from all parties involved, this list of parties now included the Superior; much to Marluxia's dismay. It should have remained strictly between Vexen and himself, and the blond should not have reacted the way he did to Marluxias suggestion. Now thanks to Vexen's outburst the Superior, and likely the rest of the Organization, would become involved in their business.
Marluxia frowned as he continued to remove the dead blooms in order to make room for new growth. How in the hell did Vexen become pregnant? Marluxia was no scientist but even he knew that it usually took a man and a woman to reproduce and despite the long blond hair, willowy body and womanly hips, Vexen was indeed a man. Marluxia smirked slightly. He knew every inch of Vexen's long body, he knew it intimately, and not one part was female. Marluxia paused and reflected briefly on the only parts of their torrid affair he truly enjoyed, the sex and Vexen's body. It was a nice body, smooth and hairless save for the hair on top of the others head and at the apex of his thighs (2). And the sex…Marluxia smirked. For a normally quiet and cool Nobody, Vexen was fiery and vocal in bed. But that could of course be attributed to Marluxia's skill with bedroom games. Marluxia was quite good if he did say so himself. He had to be if he could get such appreciative noises from those pink kiss swollen lips that usually looked so good wrapped around his…
Marluxia shook his head and returned his attention to the plant and the less pleasant musings. It would not due for Marluxia to face the Superior with a bulge in unseemly places. Marluxia took a deep breath and returned his thoughts back to the conception of his child. It had been incredibly startling to learn of Vexen's condition, and in retrospect, he had acted startled. It was probably one of the less dignified moments of his life. His mouth had hung agape and as soon as he had recovered speech capabilities he had asked if Vexen was sure, that had, of course, gotten him yelled at. After the scientist had affirmed his state Marluxia had simply said, "Get rid of it!"
Marluxia winced and set down his clipping shears. His neck still hurt from Vexen's following attack; the attack that made no sense. Vexen was not truly weak, but he was below Marluxia in battle capabilities and he knew it. He was also not usually prone to fits of anger. And it had seemed like anger borne out of hurt instead of the indignation that the Nobodies usually used as a spark for their remnants. It was illogical and stupid. Marluxia felt a small surge of irritation. There was no point in keeping the child. He had doubted its existence for a moment and voicing his doubt had earned him an angrily yelling Vexen. Marluxia snorted derisively. Damn but the man could get loud when he wanted too.
Marluxia sighed. This day was turning into quite an inconvenient bother. He turned from his plants on the desk and moved to one of the potted trees he had growing in his room. It was Marluxia's favorite kind of tree, a Sakura tree, and one of the largest plants in Marluxia's room. The branches extended over the Neophyte's bed and when Marluxia wanted to, he could reach out from the left side of his bed and touch its trunk. But lately it had been struggling, it seemed to have difficulty blossoming anymore and it was losing leaves at an unhealthy rate. Marluxia knelt in front of the pot, reached out to place his hand on the trunk and focused his energies into the plant.
As usual, the nature adept immediately became aware of every part of the tree, from each root to each leaf, he could sense everything. Marluxia frowned. Part of the root system was decaying, and it was causing the whole tree to suffer. Taking a deep breath, Marluxia began to channel his energy into a healing wave, focusing what power he needed to heal the tree at a central point of contact, namely his palm against the bark. Marluxia exhaled and felt his power flow down into the tree in time with his breath leaving his body. The tree immediately began to repair itself, and Marluxia separated himself from it to look up at the now flowering branches.
"I was unaware that you could do that, Number XI." Startled, Marluxia stood up swiftly and turned in one movement to see the superior standing merely feet away in Marluxia's doorway.
"It was quite fascinating to watch. When you gather your power in your hands and it becomes visible as a deep green light, and the breathing technique is an interesting way to release the energies. At a later time I would like to see if your power or technique can be applied to something other than flora."
"Of course, Superior." Said Marluxia once he had recovered from his momentary shock. Xemnas stepped forward into the room and fixed his gaze upon Marluxia. The others golden eyes unnerved the Neophyte with their unusual intensity, it was almost like the Superior was angry, which was impossible because Xemnas simply didn't get angry. He became stern when orders were disobeyed, he also dealt with insubordination harshly, but he was probably one of the least remnant plagued members of the Organization. Still…the other Nobody was not content and seemed ready to cause Marluxia severe physical pain if he didn't say what the other wanted to hear. "What can I do for you, Superior?" Xemnas smiled coldly.
"You can tell me, Number XI, what is it that makes you so sure that the life you sired inside of Vexen's body should die?"
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This is a technique used to remove only the dead and dying flowers from a plant, not the whole stem.
Yes, there.
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