She's Zexion's shade of gray.

It wasn't that obvious for him. He dealt solely in darkness and deceit; she was an exceedingly useful accomplice. And for Zexion, thinking of Naminé as anything but a tool was an inconvenience he chose to hide under sufficient illusions.

Yet, every time the witch child took an action, there'd be a look in her eyes. A spark of naïveté- the fleeting thought of her still being in the light and that maybe, she can still get out through all her subterfuge…

And Zexion, for some reason, procrastinates letting the fantasies fade to black. Hears out her theories and doubts even, in lapses of memory and pauses in schemes.

For him, Naminé's the only way he'll see the fabled light.

A.N. – I'm back with crack (pairing). Well, I did say I would do this :) So, it'll be a pleasure for me to write, and hopefully, for you to read too!

See you around,

-Mirae