The next few hours passed slowly, and fearfully. It was minutes before Namine built the courage to move, but little by little, she sat up. Namine began to think, and hurt. This kind of hurt was inside, and it hurt worse then the outside hurting.

She felt pangs of betrayal, and confusion. For a moment in Zexions room, she felt safe, and not afraid anymore. Namine shook her head, angry tears coming up again. She was hungry, and weak, and she couldn't afford to be weak anymore.

Namines frail arms seemed frailer, and thinner as she stood uneasily and walked over to the white mirror that wasn't there before, it intrigued her. As she looked into her reflection, she gasped and looked closer.

Under her eyes were dark circles, and her eyes were swollen and red. She was pale that it rivaled the bare white of the walls that trapped her in this place. Oh, how she hated the color she wondered who had given her this glass reflecter, and why had they? Axel?

Hungry and disheveled, Namine headed back into her bed and retreated under the covers, hoping sleep would give her the gift of a dream.

Marluxia paced across his study. He was mad, angry, aroused, and ready to burst. He couldn't understand why he felt this odd possessiveness over the little witch, or how he wanted to break her, or how he wanted to put her back together again and hold her. One minute he wanted to shower her with gifts, the next he wanted to make her bleed. "but of course.." Marluxia whispered to himself. He stopped pacing and looked around.

Namine woke, happier then she'd been for a long while. She had dreamed. She rarely dreamed, but this time she had. It was wonderful. She had dreamed of Sora, who she knew was so close yet so far. She dreamed of him. She knew Sora was with Goofy and Donald heading to the tower, and maybe, just maybe if she gave him all his memories back, she could leave here. But where was here?

Nobody ever told her what was happening. All her job was to do was to replace Sora's memories, nothing more. Her job was never to care, just replace. And replace she did."If this is what love feels like" Namine whispered as she began to draw another fake memory of Riku and her and Sora, hands shaking and smearing the picture. She crumpled it up and was about to hold it to her mouth before she realized that it wasn't food.

Zexion was suspicious. What was Marluxias problem? And why had he gotten so angry about that small girl. "he must be up to something..." he whispered. This girl, he somehow felt a pull to her. Maybe that's why he had slipped her books and helped her with words, or how he soothed her crying, or protected her. Marluxia must be hiding something, but what? "Namine" he said, stroking his chin. Oh how he loved mysteries.

"Sora's here?" Namine squealed, suddenly happier. She gave Marluxia her drawings as he chuckled lightly.

"Yes, my sweet, it's your job to erase Kiari and replace his awful memories. You have the power to do that, yes you do." he cooed. Namine cringed back, her excitement faltering, why was Marluxia being so nice? "Do you like your gift, doll?" he strode over to the tiny mirror on the wall and stared at his own reflection, fixing a strand of pink hair behind his ear. "I got it just for you" His eyes focused on her through the mirror sitting on the bed, unsure of how to answer.

"Thank you." Namine whispered, looking down. In less that a second Marluxia was over to her and gripping her chin forcing it upwards/

"I gifted you child! You will address me as SIR Marluxia when I speak to you." he hissed, pushing her face to the left. Namine tried to give a brave face.

"Yes sir, thank you sir." She said, though the fear never fully left her voice.

"Good." Marluxia purred turning away. " Before I forget." Marluxia said, turning back around.

"Here" he dug in his robe to find a bread roll and an apple. "guess you need water too" he said more to himself, than to Namine and dug deeper, throwing a glass cup at Namine, who just barley caught it. She could only imagine the reprimand she would get if she had dropped it. Marluxia proceeded to tap the glass once, making it glow. "for every memory you replace for Sora, it will fill once. Your life depends on you obeying, and I promise Sora will be unharmed, kittycat" He lied perfectly.

Then Marluxia turned and vanished, laughing his head off. Namine set to work after eating her meager meal, hunger not quite vanquished. She wondered it he was really telling the truth, and that she really was saving Sora, or was she killing him? The thought made her shiver, and she discarded it quickly, but she couldn't help but wonder.