Orchid

Marluxia was all too aware of what the other Organization members thought of him and his powers, and also of what they called him behind his back. Flower boy, pink princess, petal boy, sissy…

But Marluxia did not mind their cruel nicknames or their snickers. On the contrary, it amused him that his superiors, who claimed to be so wise and intelligent, could be so blind to his true nature. There was more to flowers than pretty colors and delicate petals, oh yes.

He was like an orchid, deceiving beholders with the harmless appearance of its petals and the sweet scent of its pollen, while the delicate tendrils of its roots slowly crept deep under the tree's bark and gently, invisibly sucked away its lifeblood to grow stronger.

That was how all flowers thrived: they would seduce and entrance with their looks, but the fleeting enjoyment they provided came at a high price. Let those fools have their laughs at his expense.

By the time they realized how far the roots had delved, it would be too late to exterminate the orchid without uprooting the tree as well.