Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Behind the Smoke Screen ❯ Animosity ( Chapter 4 )
Tensions are high as the mysteries of each person's pasts begins to slowly unfold. Everyone meets their match in life.
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.29.2006 | Updated On: 09.30.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 186 | Status: Completed
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A/N: Yay! I think I have a good plot now—maybe a bit cliché, but it’s fun to write, so that’s why I’m doing it! All right, well, this is going to be a dark fic w/some humor, if I can fit it in. However, it has mature themes to it; not just yet but they will become present so be careful if you’re reading it. It is inappropriate for the kiddies and well…immature people in general. I’m warning y’ll ahead of time. Well, please read and Review, flame, whatever. I take all, though flames will be used as fuel—constructive criticism is more than welcome. There is still Boy Love, Yaoi, M/M relationships; I don't think I can make it any clearer. Btw, there is stuff in here about transgenders as well, so please don’t take offense. I work for an agency that deals with that, so believe me, I’m not being tasteless—it fits into the personalities of the characters in order to make them slightly more realistic. But if you want to scream at me, go ahead. Send me a private email and cuss me out. That is all folks. Please enjoy. Sorry it took so long. .
Word coding: ' Thoughts' , "Speaking", Random flashbacks or other stuff
Animosity
Morning sunlight was usually what woke Marluxia up when he was in such a deep sleep; but a nice kink in his neck is what interrupted his “peaceful” slumber in the morning hours. That and someone shouting at the top of his or her lungs. Craning his neck to the right, he managed to catch a glimpse of Axel running around with what looked like a box of cookies, and after that, Roxas, with a frying pan. Demyx and Zexion were seated at the table sipping their drinks with mild interest, Demyx holding his head in what appeared to be pain while Zexion kept drinking. It was likely, Marluxia figured, that Demyx had a massive hangover and Axel didn’t have one at all. Roxas was still running around the house like a madman when Namine finally emerged from her sleep, stretching and yawning like a cat as she sat up, the pressure of her small hands bringing Marluxia back from his previous staring. She gave him a small smile as she watched the scene as well, not moving from her position at all. Marluxia was about to ask her if she could when Larxene walked in, her face wan and her eyes slightly puffy. He tried to figure out if it was from lack of sleep or crying, but the lack of redness pointed to the latter being truer.
She had made it to the coffeepot with relative ease until Roxas ran straight into her back, knocking her forward onto the pot and spilling hot, steaming coffee all over the counter, as well as dropping the frying pan on her foot. She let out a yelp as some of the coffee leaked onto her uncovered hands, burning them and causing her to lash out at the closest person who happened to be Demyx. He cringed as her yelling penetrated his hand-shield, falling back into his chair at the table, whining like an injured child. Finally coming to her senses, Larxene shook her head and went towards the couch where she was hoping to fall down and pass out again. But when she turned the small corner of the couch arm, she let out a furious growl at the picture before her. Namine gave her a nervous wave as Marluxia did nothing, knowing he’d been caught again and was ready for the accusation.
“What is this? Can you not keep your dirty, pedophile hands off my sister?” Larxene snapped as she grabbed for Namine again. This time the girl jumped up and ran before her sister got her in a death grip—Larxene’s nails were a force to be reckoned with when she did not have her kunai. Shaking her head in anger, she turned her wrath to the brown-haired man still lying on the couch with indifferent eyes. “Just what is going on? I let you sleepover for the night, mainly because Demyx is your friend, and you keep feeling up my sister! Man, are you that fucking perverted?”
He sighed, letting his head fall back on the couch arm. “What do you want me to say? Yes, it’s true, or the truth, which is no, I’m not feeling up your sister?”
She felt her left eye twitch. “Excuse me?”
He finally brought his gaze back to her, his sapphire eyes piercing hers with the first real emotions she’d seen since his arrival the day before; annoyance and irritation. “Listen, why don’t you let me explain before you turn into a high and mighty bitch that starts accusing me of trying to molest her sister?”
That surprised her out of her wits, and Larxene couldn’t think of a proper comeback. Instead, she lunged forwards, her kunai drawn as she decided to just give him a piece of her mind. However, she was pulled back by two pairs of arms. Axel and Zexion held her at bay as she snarled at the man on the couch who was now sitting up, but his facial expression had yet to change. The blonde woman fought against her restrainers, trying desperately to get within even an inch more of Marluxia’s space, her knives still drawn. When she realized her effort was completely futile, she settled down enough for Axel to hold her on his own as Zexion roused Demyx to talk to his friend. At the table, Larxene huffed, her arms still held by Axel as he conversed with Roxas about where the Dopamine sedatives were stored. She glared at them both as Namine re-entered the kitchen area, her steps timid and uncertain as she approached the counter where Roxas had laid out the cookies as well as other various junk foods.
By the couch, Demyx was trying to tell Marluxia what he’d gotten himself into with the woman who was hosting their sleepover. But instead of listening, Marluxia was staring out the window at the bright sunlight that shone with the promise of a beautiful day; he loved the sun and everything it offered to nature. Demyx, whose headache was starting to increase, didn’t bother to regain his friend’s attention as the chestnut haired youth strolled over to the large window and drew the curtain open to its full length. At this there was a resounding gasp as Marluxia turned around, just in time to catch a blonde blur shoot past him and close the curtains. All was silent save for the quick breaths coming from near the closed window. Marluxia looked up to see Larxene standing there, the curtain cord in her hands as she tried to catch her breath. Axel, who’d been holding her, was just as stunned. Demyx was in too much pain to care while Zexion simply stared. Roxas and Namine had stopped eating their cookies.
“Um…”
Larxene’s eyes widened at her own display before getting angry. “You...don’t you EVER open the curtains like that again, or I really will mar that pretty face of yours!” With that said, she fled the room, snatching up her book on the way. Moments later, a door slammed.
Almost all the occupants in the room blinked except for Namine, who merely gave them all a small, saddened smile. “What can I say? Larxene is sensitive about her privacy.”
“Bullshit,” Marluxia said, curious, as he stared from the spot Larxene had been occupying to the spot in which she’d disappeared. “What’s going on?”
Namine let out a sigh as Roxas, Axel, Demyx and Zexion all looked around the room as if they hadn’t heard him speak. ‘I guess it’s my turn to explain everything,’ she thought as she took a seat next to Marluxia. “Well…my sister…she’s not exactly…she has…problems.”
“We all do,” he replied, not buying her vague explanation. “I have my own. But this is serious, isn’t it?”
Namine cowered, slightly, under his hard, intense stare. He was intimidating when he was actually looking at someone, she realized, as she scooted away a bit to curl up next to Roxas who had seated himself next to her for comfort. “I…I’m not supposed to divulge that information to anyone…”
“Let it go Mar,” Demyx said as he shook his head feeling his headache coming back.
Roxas wrapped his arms around his friend, giving Marluxia a warning look. “Look, you’re cool and all…but there are just some things that you shouldn’t…you AREN’T allowed to know.”
“Didja get all that?” Axel interrupted, tapping his left temple as he watched Marluxia scowl. “It’s just the way things are, got it?”
“I don’t accept that,” Marluxia countered, annoyed.
“It’s none of your damn business,” a voice hissed from the doorway. Larxene gave him a bitter look as she spun on her heels, departing again but this time with a coffee cup. He hadn’t seen her come in, and she was even angrier when hearing the subject they were discussing. ‘It’s none of his business…NONE!’
Marluxia stared, once again, at the doorway where the blonde had vanished through, his sapphire eyes unreadable. Standing abruptly, he made his way towards the entrance of the old mansion, not waiting for Demyx or Zexion. “Well, thank you all for the hospitality. But it seems I have many things to do. Goodbye.”
He waved, briefly, to the group before disappearing through the doorway. They heard his footsteps descend the staircase and then the slam of a door as he exited. Demyx gaped as he watched his friend through the slightly open window, wondering where the brown haired man was off to. Marluxia didn’t exactly know where anything was in the town since he’d just arrived the day before. Zexion rubbed comforting circles on his boyfriend’s back as Demyx let out a long groan of frustration and pain. Axel and Roxas had begun to comfort Namine, who had started to cry as though she’d done something terribly wrong. Larxene had reappeared, standing by the couch as she watched everything in the room with a pensive gaze. She seemed quieter than usual as she sipped from her coffee cup, resolute and silent as she leaned against the couch’s back, eyes unfocused as she listened to her sister’s sobs. Zexion shook his head as he dragged Demyx towards the stairs, mumbling out a low “goodbye” to their friends as he went in search of Marluxia. Once they’d gone, Roxas stood up and went to the kitchen to get the box of tissues that were kept on the counter, for Namine’s tears. Axel was still smoothing her hair comfortingly, taking the idea from when he would comfort Roxas, in order to calm her before Larxene decided to rip off her fragile head.
The assault never came as Larxene just shoved her over before taking a seat on the cushions, her gaze still unfocused and far away. By the time she’d awakened, Roxas had returned with the tissues and was giving them to Namine before he disappeared down the hallway, most likely to his room. Axel watched, lazily, as his lover left the room, only vaguely registering how tired the younger boy looked—Roxas seemed slightly annoyed, too. Sighing, the red head went back to soothing the crying blonde in his arms as Larxene pretended not to hear, or at least she was doing a good job of that. He knew Larxene cared for her little sister but sometimes the older woman had something of a mean streak that would come out at the most inopportune moments; it bothered Axel at times. Sure, they were all pretty damned callous, with the exception of Demyx and Namine. But even they had their limits, though it seemed that, in certain instances, Larxene had no limit. ‘No wonder Marluxia was wondering about her…she’s a bit schitzo, I gotta admit.’ He shook his head as Namine began to calm down, her sobbing turning to sniffles before she eventually fell asleep completely.
Not very many people knew about Larxene’s past, save for a few vague details here and there, which Namine had provided oh so generously. But even then, Namine was pretty damned silent about it, keeping the secrets of their past lives and distracting anyone who dared ask about it. However, Marluxia didn’t seem to fall for the ploy; Axel rubbed his chin, thoughtful. ‘Hm…he’s the first to ever question her…it’s been a while, since Roxas and I, really.’ They had been the last pair of people to question Larxene about her life before moving into the abandoned mansion, which was rightfully hers; it was also where Axel and Roxas, who were runaways at the time, were staying in order to stay hidden. They’d briefly met Demyx in the marketplace one day while shopping with their friend, Zexion, and so Demyx and Zexion came about. That had been two years ago. New people never really came into town so seeing Demyx and Zexion when they’d first arrived was a surprise, with the exception that Roxas appeared to have known Zexion previously. Axel had been slightly jealous at first but soon overcame this when he realized that Roxas had eyes only for him, as corny as it sounded. Sighing again, he leaned back on the couch as Namine continued to sleep, her head against his shoulder while Larxene kept sipping her coffee, seemingly in a daze.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging in the distance. Larxene shot up faster than Axel had ever seen before as Namine awakened and Axel sat upright. Larxene looked angry and Namine looked terrified. Rubbing her temples, Larxene grabbed Namine by the hand, dragging her somewhat groggy form down the stairs and to the door. Once they’d reached it, Larxene and Namine stood to the side while Axel opened the crumbling wood surface, peering at the person on the other side. “Hey, can I help you sir?”
“Yeah, you seen this girl?”
Axel looked at the photo of a smiling Namine and shook his head. “Nope, sir, can’t say that I have.”
“Yeah well…thanks so much miss.” The man suddenly stopped. “Hey, this is private property! You shouldn’t be here! I’m gonna—”
Axel rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome.” He slammed the door as hard as he could without taking it off its hinges. Once he was sure the man had left, he turned to the pair hiding behind the edge of the staircase. “All’s clear. You can come out now.”
Larxene released another annoyed sigh as Namine leaned against her, tired. “Geez…how many times am I going to have to have these people turned away before they get that I’m not turning Namine into CPS? Lord…it’s not like she doesn’t have a guardian…” She trailed off at the mention of it as Namine looked away, biting her lip furiously. “Um…” she abruptly started stomping her way up the stairs. “I’m going to take another nap.” She turned to Namine for a moment before glaring at the younger girl. “Namine…” she glanced away. “Go home.” With that said she disappeared up the stairs and slammed her own door.
“I guess…I’ll see you…whenever I can again, right, Axel?” Namine’s eyes were watering as she stepped to the door, hand gripping the knob as the red-haired man stared at her, silently. “Thanks for comforting me. I had…a really great time. Tell…Roxas for me?” Axel nodded quietly as she suddenly jumped at him, hugging him tightly before stepping back and closing the door. “Goodbye.”
The young man could only stare after her, amazed at how saddened she appeared to be, at everything. He felt anger overtake him at the blonde woman on the floor above him. Punching his fist into the nearest wall, he stomped his way up the wooden stairs and up to Larxene’s room, where he, promptly, burst through the door. He glared at her still figure, which was lying on the bed, book in her arms but cover closed—she obviously was not reading. She did not acknowledge his presence, not even after he had stomped his way in front of her, eyes ablaze in anger. “Larxene.”
“Axel,” she replied, blankly as she continued to just stare at her book.
“You’re doing it again; you’re being a bitch!” Axel fumed at her as she continued to say nothing, even when he pulled his can of hairspray out with his lighter, too. “You made her cry! You were being your bitchy, sadistic self again! Didn’t you see her cry? She’s your goddamned little sister! Don’t you even care at all?” When Larxene continued to say nothing, he threw the can of hairspray at her, pocketing his lighter before shaking his head. She hadn’t even flinched at the impact when the can hit her square in the chest. “God…grow up Larxene. Life isn’t going to wait for you to figure out how to live. And Namine and the rest of us aren’t going to be around forever. Someday, we’re going to leave you.” He smirked, though there was a tinge of sadness to it. “Don’t let that slip away…like you did before.”
Once he’d gone, Larxene hugged her book tightly. “Like you did before…” She whispered Axel’s words in a trance, lost in memories and thoughts she’d long forgotten, or so she’d convinced herself. Everything had become strange and jumbled since Marluxia had arrived, and she decided that she had to adjust—or the worst was bound to happen.
Sighing, she placed her book back on the little box that served as her lamp desk, hoping that its weight wouldn’t break the cardboard. She was putting her head down to take a nap when there was a soft knock on the door. Annoyed, she rolled over, giving the door a brief look over before turning back to the wall. Whoever it was, she figured that he would come in without her answering. She was proven correct when Roxas walked in, his footsteps heavy and pronounced as he sat down on the bed, the mattress sinking in next to her legs. She sighed. “Yes, Roxas? What is it?”
“Namine is gone,” he replied, his voice low and solemn. “Is she…ever going to come live with us?”
“What do you think, twerp?” Larxene kept still as she stared at the wall, seemingly focused on something that wasn’t there. “Besides…she’s going to be eighteen soon. She can choose where she wants to live.”
“You think she wants to live here, with us? With…you?”
Larxene felt an angry blush rise to her cheeks. It was old news to the world and everyone she knew that, even though Namine loved her sister, the younger girl was still hesitant to be around her so much. Larxene’s nasty temper wasn’t uncommon but Namine had known a different side of her before she moved, by herself, to the abandoned mansion in Twilight Town. Nevertheless, she always felt offended when someone mentioned anything like that; therefore, as a result of Roxas’ statement, she promptly rolled over and pointed a knife to his back. Under most circumstances Roxas wouldn’t have cared but today, he was tired of seeming so disconnected from his housemate. Shaking his head, he turned to her as the knife dug into his back, not really caring whether he bled or not; Larxene wasn’t crazy enough to actually kill him. He just stared at her, ocean blue meeting sky blue as they communicated. Unlike Axel, Roxas didn’t have to actually speak to Larxene to get his message across to her. They just seemed to have that strange understanding. Grumbling angrily, she went back to facing the wall, her eyes blazing fire as he stood up and left, the soft clicking of the door signaling he had actually departed. ‘Great…just what I need…another pity party…’ Burying her face into the pillow, she shut her eyelids to prevent tears that were long overdue from spilling over.
He glanced out the window again only to meet the face of a very aggravated Demyx and rather blank Zexion, both who appeared to have just arrived. He watched as they entered the cafe, Demyx still with a hangover and Zexion with nothing wrong. The blonde ordered a Venti cappuccino while Zexion just had water. Both of his new roommates stared at him, seemingly waiting for some unknown explanation as Marluxia continued to give his cup of coffee vile looks. He couldn’t remember why he’d ordered the damned thing. After a few more minutes of silence Demyx finally spoke, his voice holding quite a bit of agitation.
“Listen, Mar, you can’t just run off like that.”
“Why not? I didn’t know I needed a sitter,” Marluxia fired back, irritated.
“You are unfamiliar with this town. You’d do well to be careful,” Zexion stated nonchalantly before taking a leisurely sip of his cool lemon water.
Marluxia rolled his eyes, “If you insist.”
“I do,” Demyx answered, eyebrows knitted in frustration, which, for the singer, was rare. His carefree, happy go lucky personality was gone, for now. “I understand that you can take care of yourself—no one here doubts that—but Zexion is right. This town isn’t quite as nice as you think. It seems so but there are some elements that can cause trouble. Just…tell us where you are next time?”
“Yeah, fine.” The brown haired man added a bit of cream to his coffee before stirring it and taking a small sip. “It’s bitter.”
Zexion turned his gaze to the window just as Marluxia looked up. “Life’s funny that way. A bittersweet melody of pain and pleasure. It tastes like cigarettes, poison and chocolate covered spider legs, sweet and pleasurable but bitter and deadly.”
Demyx stared at his boyfriend, aghast but happy at the same time. “I think I’ve been inspired.” Zexion remained silent as Demyx started scribbling furiously on the nearest, available paper napkin. Beside him Marluxia said nothing, his eyes focused outside once again.
‘A flower…like…a savage plant…devouring all around…beautiful but misunderstood in the plant world…in nature…you are….’ Marluxia suddenly realized what it was that he’d been searching for in his thoughts, the answer. “A Venus Flytrap.”
“Man, you two are awesome! I should employ you; make you a part of the demo!” Demyx raved as he continued scribbling on the napkin, his face a mask of elation.
“I think I’d starve as a result,” Marluxia retorted in annoyance. He leaned back in his chair as Zexion took another large drink of his lemon water, silent while he listened to the scratching of Demyx’s pencil against the tabletop. It took him a minute before he realized what Demyx had said. “Wait, you finally got a demo?” Demyx nodded. The chestnut haired man sighed. “Wow…I have to admit, I never thought they’d give YOU a demo.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Demyx’s voice had taken on its annoying, high pitched tone yet again. Zexion looked the other way, sure that an argument was about to start, one which he did not want to witness. It was a moment before the furious movements of Demyx’s pen had halted. “Listen Mar, I know you had little faith in me, but that just stings.”
“Demyx, you’ve always known that I thought you sucked,” Marluxia replied, stirring his cold coffee. “Why is this sudden news to you?”
“It isn’t, but don’t you have any tact, or consideration?” The musician shot back, his eyes angry now. Zexion kept ignoring them as best as possible. “Have I ever been unsupportive of you?”
Marluxia shook his head in reply, closing his eyes. “No, you’ve always been supportive, but when have you known me to be considerate? You act like this is all so new to you, and I don’t get why.”
“I’ll tell you why; because it’s time for a change!” Demyx slammed his fists on the table, earning him Marluxia’s full attention as well as the attention of Zexion and the entire café shop. “You don’t get it, do you? You have to know that there IS a time to change, and maybe it’s come up sooner than you anticipated! You’re my best friend Marluxia but it sure as hell doesn’t stop you from being one of the biggest assholes around!” With that said, Demyx threw his latte in Marluxia’s face like a broken-hearted girlfriend before stomping his way out of the shop. “YOU ARE A JERK!”
Zexion gave him a small nod before leaving as well. Marluxia was able to catch a small glimpse of Demyx wiping his eyes as his silver haired boyfriend carted them off down the street, no doubt to their house. Cringing internally, the brown haired man sunk further into his chair as coffee dripped from the ends of his hair and slid down his chin. Though he wasn’t one much for sulking, he had just pissed off his new roommates, best friend and said person’s boyfriend. He wasn’t intimidated by Zexion, not in the least; but he couldn’t afford to lose his best friend, who was currently and conveniently housing his poor, disowned ass. Sighing for what seemed forever, he stood and went after them, not really wanting to apologize but figuring Demyx would accept whatever he offered, if it was near what an actual apology should resemble—but first, he needed to clean the sticky beverage off himself. When he arrived at the house he found the door locked and he had no spare keys; he felt his face flush with anger at who locked him out. Either way, he had no choice but to go somewhere else. The option was chosen for him as he snatched up the piece of paper hanging on the door, ripping the sheet straight through the tack. He practically snarled in disgust when it directed him to Larxene’s house, telling him that it would set him right. In other words, Demyx needed to think about continuing to let him stay with them. ‘Great,’ Marluxia mused on his way to the abandoned mansion. ‘I’ve only been here a day...’ His frustrated sigh was short lived as his unfocused gaze met Axel’s.
The red head was standing by the gate, waiting. Marluxia made a face. “What?”
“Zexion told me you’d be coming. I came to fetch you,” he said with a smirk on his lips. “Hm…so…you pissed off Demyx, did ya?”
“Not that it’s any of your business…and no, he’s just a priss because he’s gay,” Marluxia spat back.
“I’m gay too, buddy…or didja forget? I’m not a priss ‘cause I’m gay—in fact, I bet I could beat your ass.” Axel stated still smirking at the man before him with amusement. “Anyways, aside from your obvious homophobia and homosexual issues…what part of the house didja wanna stay in tonight?”
“Any part preferably away from you,” The other man replied, his arms crossed firmly.
Axel let out a peel of laughter. “Well, lucky for you, I’m taken and I rather enjoy sleeping with my toy. But there is a special room right next to…the lady of the house.”
Marluxia paused. “I do not want to stay by that witch. Next thing you know, she’ll be accusing me of trying to molest HER.”
“Not that you’d have a chance, flower boy,” Axel answered. “She’d kill you.”
The latter snorted. “Hm…is that so? I care to differ.”
“Don’t you mean beg?”
The brown haired man snorted. “I NEVER beg.”
“Whatever. By the way, about this gay thing…are you sure YOU’RE not gay? I mean with that girlie hairstyle of yours and that pretty face, you might be mistaken for being gay…or extremely metro sexual.”
Marluxia twitched. “Don’t you ever shut up?” Axel shook his head. “And no, I am not gay.”
“Hm…still coulda fooled me,” Axel whistled in reply as they disappeared into the house as quietly as possible even though Axel was still teasing Marluxia the entire time.
When they arrived in the living room Axel proceeded to push Roxas off the couch so that their guest could situate himself. It appeared, to Marluxia, that the red-head had been too pushy in his demand as he saw the younger male gave an annoyed glare in the direction of his boyfriend as he stomped back up to their joint room. Marluxia ignored both of them as Axel took off after the blonde, glad he was finally able to lie down for the night though the choice of temporary staying quarters were anything but welcomed. He could vaguely hear the TV upstairs switch on and the volume blaring as he heard the voices of Axel and Roxas rise as well. That side of the house became rather noisy easily, according to previous information given by Demyx and Zexion. He sighed as his gaze traveled to the right side of the house where he assumed Larxene stayed; it was pretty quiet. He leaned back, deep in thought. Demyx had mentioned how Larxene kept to herself most of the time, that she liked to read and spent most of her time doing just that, locked away in her room. Suddenly, he refocused his gaze on the area that was her room, wonder striking as he drowned out the arguing coming from the left side.
Upstairs, Larxene gave an annoyed sigh as she heard Axel and Roxas argue about god knew what. She knew they did this at least once or twice a week so it wasn’t unexpected; but she really didn’t feel like hearing it, more than usual. Slamming her book shut, she reached for her headphones to shut out the noise blaring from the other side of the house. She figured that, if anything, she could block them out until Axel screwed his younger partner senseless—then she’d only have to deal with sexual noise. ‘Oh, how I love my fuckin life.’ The window curtains in her room were closed tightly, shutting out the moonlight so she could sleep peacefully when she chose. However, unlike many other nights, she couldn’t sleep. In fact, she was exhausted but her body refused to comply with her wishes to join Morpheus in the Land of Nod. Cursing her luck, she arose from her bed and went down the stairs in search of something—preferably a drug—that would induce sleep. ‘Thank god for sleeping pills.’ She made it to the kitchen with relative ease until she noticed someone standing by the window, the curtain partially drawn. Immediately she was on her guard, knowing it was not any of her housemates. As patiently as she could, she walked towards the figure, trying hard not to throw her full glass of water at him.
“What are you doing here? Didn’t I warn you that I’d mar that pretty face of yours if you didn’t listen to what I said?” She spat as Marluxia turned to her from the window.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I wasn’t listening to you,” he replied airily as he went back to staring out the window.
Growling, she drew her knives and without any warning, let them fly at the brown haired man before her, angered. However, her eyes widened when she realized she’d missed—all four times. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed him holding one kunai between his two fingers, an amused grin plastered on his face. “Why you…fucking bastard…”
He let out a chuckle. “Why, Larxene…you seem frustrated. Is something the matter?”
“What the hell are you doing here, you jerk?” She asked as he began removing the knives and placing them on the coffee table. She could feel the glass cracking in her hand as she glared daggers at his back. “I thought you were staying with Demyx and Zexion.”
“Well, not that it’s any of your business either, as I told Axel before, I am here because I was kicked out of Demyx’s house.”
Larxene blinked. “Oh, so you pissed him off.” Suddenly, she smirked evilly. “Well, I don’t want you here either. I’m kicking you out of my house, too.” Smiling darkly, she began to walk away. “The door’s right there. Don’t let it hit you on the ass on your way out, pretty boy.” She was halfway to the stairs when she felt someone grab her from behind, twisting her arm from behind her back. She hissed. “Listen, you pretentious asshole, I will slit your fucking throat right now if you don’t let me go. I don’t even know you, and personally, don’t care if you die. And somehow, I don’t think anyone else will either.”
“Are you scared, Larxene?” He whispered to her in the dark.
She felt a small blush penetrate her cheeks as his warm breath slid continuously over her ear before she replied, viciously, “Don’t you wish I was, jerk!” She let out a furious hiss as she broke free, drawing more knives from within her pajamas, and threw them with deadly aim at Marluxia. He managed to catch three but the fourth stabbed his straight in the shoulder. He merely winced as the knife sliced into his skin. Larxene wasted no time in continuing her assault. Letting out another cry of anger she dashed forward, knocking him on his back where she successfully pinned him to the ground, her knives digging into his neck, drawing a faint trace of blood. Scowling angrily, she leaned over, applying a slight amount of pressure to his skin. “Stay the fuck away from me if you know what’s good for you, pretty boy.”
He chuckled, drawing more blood. “My name is Marluxia. You’d do well to remember it as well.” Outraged, she made to press the knife fully into his neck when he suddenly threw all his body weight at her, catching her by surprise. As a result he ended up pushing her backwards, causing her to land flat on her back, knives sliding across the floor as he pinned her hands to either side of her head. He held her in place as he trapped her knees between his own, cutting off any way she had to fight back and escape. He couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly as she struggled beneath his, hissing like a cat as her eyebrows knitted together in frustration. She let out what he deemed to be a defeated sigh as she stopped moving, though her pulse did not slow—she closed her eyes, her face contorted in anger. He couldn’t resist. “Say you give up.”
At that, her eyes flew open. “You wish.”
He chuckled again. This time there was a tinge of evilness to it that sent a shiver up her spine. “If you do, I’ll forget this ever happened.”
“But I won’t,” she muttered under her breath. “Never. I don’t ever give up.” Instead of adhering to his wishes, Larxene stared at him, the malice in her eyes enough to kill anything in her way. She squirmed again, trying to ignore how they were positioned on the floor. Hardly ever did Larxene think about anything that could be considered remotely “romantic,” nor did she give anything regarding sex a second thought. She’d never met anyone she’d been “attracted” to in such a long time that she’d brushed all thoughts of the like away into oblivion. However, she couldn’t—though she would—deny the fact that the man above her was something new, he was someone unlike anyone she’d seen before in Twilight Town. ‘Or maybe it’s just that I’ve been deprived for so long…’ Mentally stabbing herself, Larxene released another low grunt before she finally brought her gaze back to Marluxia’s, trying to ignore the sparkle in his sapphire eyes. “I won’t give up and I sure as hell won’t give in, you bastard.”
“Then I guess we’ll be here all night, won’t you, little nymph,” Marluxia countered evenly.
“What the hell did you just call me?” She asked, annoyed—somehow, she’d become quite comfortable with the weight of his hands around her wrists.
“A nymph,” he replied, unfazed. “With these ridiculous wisps of hair,” he motioned his head in the direction of the antennae, “you could be mistaken for one.” She was about to retort when he silence her again. “But with that personality…I’d say you’re more of a…savage nymph…similar to what we think is beautiful…but rather vicious.”
She wanted to gape at him for the sheer blatancy of his words but pride did not permit this of her; so in turn, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I get it, flower boy. I’m beginning to think you’re gay.”
“I’m not,” he answered, suddenly tense.
“Prove it,” she fired back, equally annoyed and irritated. “With those looks and all your little “nature this” and “flowers that” talk, it’s really hard to believe you’re not as gay as Axel. In fact, I think that you’re prissy—”
She was cut off when he leaned over so close to her face that she thought she wouldn’t ever be able to breathe again. “Don’t mock me, Larxene, or I promise you, you’ll be sorry.” He could feel the slight tremble of her body underneath his and relished in the fact that now, he had the upper hand.
“What are you…” she trailed off as she felt her eyes close, the sensations running through her body foreign as he inched closer. She could almost feel his soft lips against hers when she was jerked away from the moment.
“Well, well, well…seems I was mistaken about you two,” came a smooth, sarcastic, mocking voice from the hallway.
Larxene felt her blood boil, knowing full well that Axel was standing in the doorway, probably leaning against it, with the biggest smirk on his face. Forcing the blush down her cheeks, she put all her weight into her push as she managed to throw Marluxia from atop her, mainly because he’d been about as stunned as she that Axel was there; in any case, he’d let his guard down for but a moment. It was enough to give Larxene the leeway she needed to get away. Dusting herself off as Marluxia straightened himself as well, she spun on her heel and made a beeline for her room, ignoring the look Axel sent her way. As she passed him, she gave him her famous death look. “One word Axel, and I cut off something important.” He blinked, disbelievingly. “I’m serious. You say a word, and pretty soon, you’ll have to become a transgendered lover.” Satisfied with his look of horror, she marched up the stairs, trying to ignore the fact that, for the first time in many years, she was attracted to someone. Shaking her head, she threw herself onto the bed.
Bad memories, useless, bad memories--who needs them?
Sadistickunais