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Authoress’ note: This is from the point of view of one of my OCs, Noxen. Not my point of view, but hers. Also, this sprouted from reading too many Marluxia/Namine fanfics in one day I’ve grown to like this pairing~

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts at all DX It’s owned by Square ‘n Disney.

Pairings: Implied Marluxia/OC, implied Marluxia/Larxene, Marluxia/Namine

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Heartbreak and Envy

We’re Nobodies, and we’re not supposed to have any sign of emotion.

Then, why am I so damn jealous of that…witch, for having all of his attention?
Hell, why do I even love him, if we’re not supposed to have any feelings?

Maybe it’s like what Xemnas says; we’re lying to ourselves about having hearts and feeling all those human emotions. Tch, like I was even human to begin with.

Aside from that…I fail to understand why he cares so much for that girl. That girl, who just sits and draws against her own will. All she does is mess around with the memories of that Sora kid, nothing else.

What is it about her that he loves?

The witch is merely the same age as Roxas, if not a little bit younger. I seriously don’t get why he wants that girl so badly.

Yeah…he does want her so damn badly. Yet he can’t bring himself to touch her, until now. But before ‘now’, he’d resort to using others instead, mainly Larxene.

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Larxene. Whenever he felt like he was about to touch the girl, he’d turn to Larxene. I overheard one night. She’d be telling him that she loves him, yet he’d moan the witch’s name rather than her’s. While I felt pity for Larxene, I envied her at the same time.

I’m selfish and twisted, I know, to be jealous of someone that was being used by the one I love. Because he can’t have the one that he loves.

Only once, had it been me other than the Savage Nymph. Only ‘cause she had died, though. Every touch left me breathless; every kiss was sweet venom to me; every breath and moan, a fresh spring breeze. I felt happy, until I realized that he was replacing me with Namine all the while.

Namine. I used to feel sorry for the poor girl, being locked in that white room all damn day drawing. Now I hate her for taking Marluxia away from me. As much as I know that she never wanted him to think of her like that. I noticed that he was spending more time with her than with anyone. If she doesn’t disappear from meeting her Somebody, I’ll be doing the honors with a smile on my face.

Thanks to Marluxia, I can remember how painful it is to love someone.
Thanks to both Marluxia and Namine, I remember how much worse heartbreak is than falling in love.

But there was never a heart to break in the first place.

-Owari-

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Sweating a little... — Description
Authoress’ note: This is from the point of view of one of my OCs, Noxen. Not my point of view, but hers. Also, this sprouted from reading too many Marluxia/Namine fanfics in one day I’ve grown to like this pairing~

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts at all DX It’s owned by Square ‘n Disney.

Pairings: Implied Marluxia/OC, implied Marluxia/Larxene, Marluxia/Namine

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Heartbreak and Envy

We’re Nobodies, and we’re not supposed to have any sign of emotion.

Then, why am I so damn jealous of that…witch, for having all of his attention?
Hell, why do I even love him, if we’re not supposed to have any feelings?

Maybe it’s like what Xemnas says; we’re lying to ourselves about having hearts and feeling all those human emotions. Tch, like I was even human to begin with.

Aside from that…I fail to understand why he cares so much for that girl. That girl, who just sits and draws against her own will. All she does is mess around with the memories of that Sora kid, nothing else.

What is it about her that he loves?

The witch is merely the same age as Roxas, if not a little bit younger. I seriously don’t get why he wants that girl so badly.

Yeah…he does want her so damn badly. Yet he can’t bring himself to touch her, until now. But before ‘now’, he’d resort to using others instead, mainly Larxene.

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Larxene. Whenever he felt like he was about to touch the girl, he’d turn to Larxene. I overheard one night. She’d be telling him that she loves him, yet he’d moan the witch’s name rather than her’s. While I felt pity for Larxene, I envied her at the same time.

I’m selfish and twisted, I know, to be jealous of someone that was being used by the one I love. Because he can’t have the one that he loves.

Only once, had it been me other than the Savage Nymph. Only ‘cause she had died, though. Every touch left me breathless; every kiss was sweet venom to me; every breath and moan, a fresh spring breeze. I felt happy, until I realized that he was replacing me with Namine all the while.

Namine. I used to feel sorry for the poor girl, being locked in that white room all damn day drawing. Now I hate her for taking Marluxia away from me. As much as I know that she never wanted him to think of her like that. I noticed that he was spending more time with her than with anyone. If she doesn’t disappear from meeting her Somebody, I’ll be doing the honors with a smile on my face.

Thanks to Marluxia, I can remember how painful it is to love someone.
Thanks to both Marluxia and Namine, I remember how much worse heartbreak is than falling in love.

But there was never a heart to break in the first place.

-Owari-

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