notmeanttoexiist:

    “Namine…”

The other wants to embrace her.  To draw her close.  She wants so badly to protect her.  Xion is petite and pale and frail, but Namine is even more so.  And Xion understands how it is to be treated as other even among those who are meant to be your comrades.  As though Saix calling her it was not enough.  Xion herself has been on the receiving end of no such punishments, though perhaps the beats she takes from the Heartless ever-so-often are enough.

               {perhaps it her Sora, showing.  in her desire to protect the closest she’s got to a Kairi.}

When the blonde girl rests her head on her shoulder, Xion allows her own head to tilt just enough to rest against the other.  

   They both know who did it.  She knows the signs of thorns on skin.  She’s sparred with Marluxia before, after all.

        “I’ll…ask Axel to say something to them.  Okay?”

   It’s part cowardice, part reality.  There is a part of Xion that fears that the primarily emotional abuse she receives fro Saix, Xigbar and everyone else who knows the truth will shift to physical.  But mostly, she just knows that they won’t listen to her.  She can see it now; the girl asking the others to leave Namine alone {better yet, demanding it as she wants to} and their inevitable response: raucous laughter.  

                           ”Let me see your arm.”

         _{In the end the blonde is not entirely oblivious to what happens around them. Cannot be so oblivious as to not be aware that like her, Xion also receives a measure of cruelty towards her. Perhaps not as physical, and not from the same person, but she is well aware of the fact that there are times when she called It by Saix, when people would not take her seriously.}

         _{Neither of them would ever truly be taken seriously by the rest of the Organization, not when they were both so small, not when both of them were easily looked down upon due to their status, the gender they were created as, how little presence that they tended to have. No, they were used primarily for their abilities and what they could give towards the cause. That was simply a fact of their lives, something that Naminé had long since accepted, because she knew that the nature of the Organization was not necessarily bad.}

                                             _{Sometimes their methods could be, though.}

         _{Sitting there leaning against the girl the blonde let her eyes drift open and closed in intervals that were too long to be considered blinking, staring across them at the wall where there was a door that would lead into the hallway. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her white jacket strewn over the floor, and she knew that the sleeve was ripped and would have to be mended later on.}

         _{Hearing Xion say that she would tell Axel to say something the blonde could to little more than nod minutely, because what could she say to that? Axel may say something or he may not—his true nature was something shrouded and dark, and it was difficult to tell just who he was sometimes.}

         _{Lifting her head agreeably at the request to see her arm the blonde lifted it slowly, glad that she had already taken off her long jacket. Her entire arm ached faintly, and she could see the way that her fingers trembled slightly even as she tried to force them to stop. The cuts, the thorn markings, on her arm were vivid red and blood welled up slightly and her wrist was definitely bruising and she had to resist the urge to sigh. Instead swallowed and looked over at the ravenette and offered a weak smile.}

                                                      _{”It doesn’t hurt all that much…”}