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[aug2][kh2] A Fine Name
Title: A Fine Name
Day/Theme: August 2:
There is a palace, and the ruined wall
Divides the sand, a very home of tears,
And where love whispered of a thousand years
The silken-footed caterpillars crawl.
Series: Kingdom Hearts 2
Character/Pairing: Namine, Larxene, Axel, Xemnas [asstd. preRoxas!OrgXIII-er cameos]
Rating: PG
Summary: How Namine comes to live in the Castle That Never Was.
[quick note: Marluxia and Larxene are named off the bat because they've introduced themselves to Namine in... a scene before this! :D]
What Namine first properly remembers is arriving at the Castle That Never Was; four other figures in black coats had been there to meet them, though she hadn't learnt their names until later. One of the men, cheeks marked with pierrot-like lines and possessed of an impressive crop of red-orange hair, hadn't been able to resist making a jibe when they half-dragged, half-carried her in.
Wasn't it, he'd sneered, voice pitched just enough to make the insult deliberate, so wonderful that this made, what, five blondes in the Organization now?
Larxene is the only one in range to snap a punch at his face, but some of the other black-coated figures (all blondes themselves) have expressions that suggest that she isn't the only one who had wanted to do so (though the man with the sitar, in the girl's opinion, looks unaccountably amused instead of offended). Perhaps they would be more successful in actually landing a hit on him if they worked in concert-- as it is, Red Hair ducks away from Larxene's hand with ease, pivoting to a stop in front of the younger girl still hovering uncertainly where Marluxia's left her.
"Hey, kiddo," he says-- she'll never forget seeing that sharp-cornered face suddenly inches from her own, grinning at her with toothy menace. "Welcome to Organization XIII."
She is terrified, at the time. Later, she realizes that this is just what he considers a fairly normal way of saying 'hello'.
Before he can say anything else, Larxene waves a hand and casts Thunder in his direction. Impatience makes her aim fall wide, and Red Hair doesn't have any trouble stepping smartly to the side to avoid it. The girl isn't half as lucky, as her nerves and reflexes are of a somewhat weaker constitution; the hair-raising crackle of electricity grounding itself between her feet makes her squeak and bolt backwards into a rather solid chest. She's too distracted to be contrite, eyes wide as the tableau continues to play out before her-- a sharp flick of the wrist, a motion she's seen before, sets blades blooming out from between Larxene's fingers, and Red Hair is already spinning deadly-looking pinwheels of metal and fire on his fingertips.
"Axel. Larxene." A sharper, newer voice rings out, and she realizes that it's coming from above her.
The man is speaking over her head, so the girl can't quite see what is in the look he's giving the would-be combatants. She guesses it must be sharp enough to match his tone, since it's enough to make Red Hair-- Axel-- sigh and regretfully tuck his weapons back into his coat, and Larxene tighten her lips before twitching her knives back into the depths of her sleeves. There must be dismissal in the look they're being given as well, since without a word, they spin away from each other and stalk away. Hardly ten steps are taken between them before they vanish in columns of swirling smoke, either to sulk at being deprived the opportunity for some gratuitious bloodletting or to continue their fight away from disapproving eyes. Either one seems likely.
No longer distracted by imminent violence, the girl turns to apologize, however belatedly, only to find cat's eyes staring down at her with candid curiosity. It's a gaze no less piercing for being hidden behind a fall of pale hair; feeling unsettled being the center of its focus, she resorts to glancing off to the side to avoid it. Marluxia, she realizes, has re-entered the room, and there are a few other new figures standing cross-armed by him. More people in black coats. Cat Eyes, she thinks, must be one of the people Marluxia has brought back with him.
Before she can quite make up her mind what to do next, cool fingers touch her chin lightly, a silent cue to tilt her face upwards, and she does not know what else to do but obey.
"What," --and now his voice sounds like cats too, a hundred dozen of them curled and purring in his stomach-- "Is your name?"
She doesn't even have to think about it.
"Namine," the girl blurts, mouth shaping around syllables pulled from the same foreign place as her memories of what cats's eyes look like, and of how their purrs sound. Eleven and Twelve had not asked for her name, so she has never had a reason to think about hers, but the longer she rolls the sound of it around in her mind, the more she thinks it sounds right. Namine is she. She is Namine.
Namine.
"Namine." Cat Eyes looks like he's sounding her name out too, tasting its vowels and consonants like a connoisseur sampling a new dish. "A fine name." He nods briefly, but not at her. The gesture is a signal for the other members of the Organization-- sans Axel and Larxene, for now-- to fall into line beside him, which they do with admirable alacrity. Once everyone is in place to his satisfaction, he turns back to Namine, pale hair swaying with the motion.
"We," Cat Eyes says, his introduction markedly graver than Axel's off-kilter greeting, "Are the Organization XIII."
And that is how Namine comes to live in the Castle That Never Was.
[This is actually an excerpt from a longer, in-progress fic thaaaaat I haven't quite finished yet. It will be, though. Sometime. Eventually. I just wanted to get something down for my birthday theme-- I should be grateful, actually, since the line 'this is the palace' spawned this entire section. :)]
Day/Theme: August 2:
There is a palace, and the ruined wall
Divides the sand, a very home of tears,
And where love whispered of a thousand years
The silken-footed caterpillars crawl.
Series: Kingdom Hearts 2
Character/Pairing: Namine, Larxene, Axel, Xemnas [asstd. preRoxas!OrgXIII-er cameos]
Rating: PG
Summary: How Namine comes to live in the Castle That Never Was.
[quick note: Marluxia and Larxene are named off the bat because they've introduced themselves to Namine in... a scene before this! :D]
What Namine first properly remembers is arriving at the Castle That Never Was; four other figures in black coats had been there to meet them, though she hadn't learnt their names until later. One of the men, cheeks marked with pierrot-like lines and possessed of an impressive crop of red-orange hair, hadn't been able to resist making a jibe when they half-dragged, half-carried her in.
Wasn't it, he'd sneered, voice pitched just enough to make the insult deliberate, so wonderful that this made, what, five blondes in the Organization now?
Larxene is the only one in range to snap a punch at his face, but some of the other black-coated figures (all blondes themselves) have expressions that suggest that she isn't the only one who had wanted to do so (though the man with the sitar, in the girl's opinion, looks unaccountably amused instead of offended). Perhaps they would be more successful in actually landing a hit on him if they worked in concert-- as it is, Red Hair ducks away from Larxene's hand with ease, pivoting to a stop in front of the younger girl still hovering uncertainly where Marluxia's left her.
"Hey, kiddo," he says-- she'll never forget seeing that sharp-cornered face suddenly inches from her own, grinning at her with toothy menace. "Welcome to Organization XIII."
She is terrified, at the time. Later, she realizes that this is just what he considers a fairly normal way of saying 'hello'.
Before he can say anything else, Larxene waves a hand and casts Thunder in his direction. Impatience makes her aim fall wide, and Red Hair doesn't have any trouble stepping smartly to the side to avoid it. The girl isn't half as lucky, as her nerves and reflexes are of a somewhat weaker constitution; the hair-raising crackle of electricity grounding itself between her feet makes her squeak and bolt backwards into a rather solid chest. She's too distracted to be contrite, eyes wide as the tableau continues to play out before her-- a sharp flick of the wrist, a motion she's seen before, sets blades blooming out from between Larxene's fingers, and Red Hair is already spinning deadly-looking pinwheels of metal and fire on his fingertips.
"Axel. Larxene." A sharper, newer voice rings out, and she realizes that it's coming from above her.
The man is speaking over her head, so the girl can't quite see what is in the look he's giving the would-be combatants. She guesses it must be sharp enough to match his tone, since it's enough to make Red Hair-- Axel-- sigh and regretfully tuck his weapons back into his coat, and Larxene tighten her lips before twitching her knives back into the depths of her sleeves. There must be dismissal in the look they're being given as well, since without a word, they spin away from each other and stalk away. Hardly ten steps are taken between them before they vanish in columns of swirling smoke, either to sulk at being deprived the opportunity for some gratuitious bloodletting or to continue their fight away from disapproving eyes. Either one seems likely.
No longer distracted by imminent violence, the girl turns to apologize, however belatedly, only to find cat's eyes staring down at her with candid curiosity. It's a gaze no less piercing for being hidden behind a fall of pale hair; feeling unsettled being the center of its focus, she resorts to glancing off to the side to avoid it. Marluxia, she realizes, has re-entered the room, and there are a few other new figures standing cross-armed by him. More people in black coats. Cat Eyes, she thinks, must be one of the people Marluxia has brought back with him.
Before she can quite make up her mind what to do next, cool fingers touch her chin lightly, a silent cue to tilt her face upwards, and she does not know what else to do but obey.
"What," --and now his voice sounds like cats too, a hundred dozen of them curled and purring in his stomach-- "Is your name?"
She doesn't even have to think about it.
"Namine," the girl blurts, mouth shaping around syllables pulled from the same foreign place as her memories of what cats's eyes look like, and of how their purrs sound. Eleven and Twelve had not asked for her name, so she has never had a reason to think about hers, but the longer she rolls the sound of it around in her mind, the more she thinks it sounds right. Namine is she. She is Namine.
Namine.
"Namine." Cat Eyes looks like he's sounding her name out too, tasting its vowels and consonants like a connoisseur sampling a new dish. "A fine name." He nods briefly, but not at her. The gesture is a signal for the other members of the Organization-- sans Axel and Larxene, for now-- to fall into line beside him, which they do with admirable alacrity. Once everyone is in place to his satisfaction, he turns back to Namine, pale hair swaying with the motion.
"We," Cat Eyes says, his introduction markedly graver than Axel's off-kilter greeting, "Are the Organization XIII."
And that is how Namine comes to live in the Castle That Never Was.
[This is actually an excerpt from a longer, in-progress fic thaaaaat I haven't quite finished yet. It will be, though. Sometime. Eventually. I just wanted to get something down for my birthday theme-- I should be grateful, actually, since the line 'this is the palace' spawned this entire section. :)]