Maybe I should've worded it better, but, is not that I don't care, it just...didn't affect me, you know. His death, for one, he killed himself to a bunch of Dusks (-_-), and I find that quite not the feat to accomplish to just implode yourself for, minus Nomura having to kill all Organization XIII off. Sora went through 1,000 Heartless army, why couldn't he handle Dusks? I just felt the execution wasn't right, and they should've made it more dangerous, so Axel's "sacrifice" [sacrifice, as in, he will come back as his original self in KH3, so it even takes away the whole point of the sad death. Another reason why I can't feel upset], would have more need of it. It just felt really dampered, they should have made it to the point where it got too much, they were literally going to get killed, and there was no other alternative. That's why I wasn't impressed. Second, he wanted his death. I doubt he just upped and decided that he's going to implode himself for fun, it was his choice, not like the one who WANTED their lives, and who he took it from, without their consent. Is hard to feel sorry for a guy like that only because he was crying for his best friend, whose friendship we didn't even really get to see except a scene in KH2: FM+ a year or two later. Which brings me... Third, I was there, in my screen, waiting to see his final words of overdramatics (because apparently, other Org. members' deaths weren't as important to get one minute rather than just a few seconds like him), and when I think he's going to say something worthwhile, something bad@ss to go along with his explosion, he comes out with, "ZOMG!ROXAS! *sniffles*" And I facepalmed. I swear I even twitched, can the dude be more...? That made me laugh, rather than...feel, depression or so. It made do a double take and go "Did he just say that? o.O" rather than, "Aww...". That just completely took away from the scene in general. So yeah, I do feel other members when they faded have more of a need to have recognition with how they died, than Axel. He died for a reason and stuff, but it just didn't make me feel for him. Zexion's death is worse in the GBA, in which, the room blackens and you hear a sword slash. In Re: CoM, they only have him choking, but is still just as bad T-T. Vexen is the same, in the GBA, he got stabbed in the back by Axel's spiky wheel, and in Re: CoM, he got fired. Both begged for their lives, and I found it horrible. That's why I shake my head when people say Larxene is a b!tch [and not because I like her, truthfully, but because I look back at the game, and find myself going..."lulwut?"], and fail to mention Axel because he got the pity party on him. Honestly, the cold hearted one wasn't her. BTW, wouldn't like, Marluxia be in the territory like Xemnas, who both their deaths were similar?
Okay, well! This is my first fanfiction that I ever posted here, and also the first time I ever done the characters in a Organization setting, which was difficult for me, since it's Axel baking a cake for Larxene. The theme was inspired by madammina, a member of another forum, for Larxel day, which is 12/8 [and I know is highly late for that one], she gave me the idea, and tried to figure out how to implement it that would...not be out of character xD. I also wanted it to be mild in terms of interpretation, and leave it to the readers about what characters were really thinking. Don't know how much I succeeded with that, I feel it came alright overall. It was met with good reviews, and I was encouraged to post it here, and, thus, there it is. You can also read it here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4709061/1/A_Cake_Just_For_You Hope you enjoy and like it, and any criticism, I'll gladly take, since I'm all for improving. ♦~♦~☼~♦~♦ ~♥~ A Cake Just For You ~♥~ ♦~♦~☼~♦~♦ When Larxene had walked into the kitchen, a section of the castle that mostly no one ever used (and no male here was able to cook anyway), she had expected to simply glide in, get to the refrigerator, take out a unopened bottle of water, and leave. Back to her sanctuary; her room. What she didn't expect was to almost slip on something that was on the floor, having to quickly balance herself as she held on to the edge of the entryway in surprise, and stared at what was the worst mess this kitchen had ever seen. And the culprit was standing by the stove, kicking the oven, and muttering a few choice words under his breath. As she studied the place when she was able to stand properly, she noted the whole area was covered in flour, thrown over the counters, on the floor [what she had slipped on], cracked egg shells here and there, some containers and measuring spoons and items strewn on different corners, and the kitchen smelled like it was in high fire before she came in, burnt. She wriggled her nose distastefully at the ash infested air, and settled her gaze on the redhead, who was throwing whatever crap he brewed up on the trash, worse for wear with white particles in his hair, face, and outfit just as much as the floor. It was odd how he did not catch her presence, as usually, it was quite normal to sense when one of them was about to portal in with the slight rift in the air. Her question was answered when she met deep, jade pools looking back at her, disinterested and blank. As she leaned on a vacant wall after she cautiously walked on the flour hazardous ground, she crossed her arms, their locked eyes playing a staring contest for a minute as she smirked in amusement, until Axel turned away and continued on what he was doing, not unsettled by seeing her there. "I'm not in the mood, Larxene." "Obviously. But has that ever stopped me?" "Silly me." He merely moved forward to the free table without saying much else, where a bowl, lined with many ingredients, were situated. She watched as he simply took a measuring cup, and picked up the bag of flour, pouring it in, specks of white flakes shooting and spreading throughout the atmosphere in fluffs, and she raised a eyebrow when he unknowingly let some spill. This was...a very disturbing sight. Axel baking. For no reason that she could come up with to make it sensible. He could barely cook a fried egg right without something going haywire in the process, and now he was proceeding with a big step in his lack of culinary skills? There was something off. This wasn't like him. Precisely, not in the time she's known him. Narrowing her eyes as he put the flour down, and threw it in the mixing bowl, he was about to go for the milk, until she began with, "What the hell are you doing?" "What the hell do you think I'm doing?" There we go, another set of familiar territory after the first one. That was proof for her that this was actually the real Axel, something she was questioning, and rightly so. She took the opportunity to saunter over to him, nestling next to his body casually as she eyed the concoction, not noticing the tension she formed by doing so. "That's exactly it. You're baking. What the hell are you doing?" He took a deep inhale of breath, apparently irritated by this point, and it was here Larxene noted a kind of exhaustion that she now saw up close, and it made her curious, needless to say. His green eyes appeared tired, and he carried himself as if he just wanted to lay down and lose himself to sleep any given second. However, Axel gave her a sharp glance, and she just blinked patiently. "What I'm doing is none of your business." The sentence came with a expression that specifically told her to go away. But, Larxene never really got it, as always. "I think it should be anyone's business if you're wrecking and may destroy the kitchen if you continue." "Nobody uses this kitchen." "Doesn't mean that no one can pass by for a bottle of water." "Then why don't you get your bottle of water?" "Because I stumbled upon a redhead who can't cook to save both his lives." "I thought you were the one who always manages to make charcoal." Larxene scowled, obviously not appreciating his insult on her cooking skills, because of just one incident when she was trying a new recipe, and it backfired with her first attempt. It didn't change the fact that she was the only who can conjure up a edible meal among this group. "That is called grasping at straws. I'm not the one who can't cook fried eggs." "And I'm not the one who, while better than the men, can't cook worth anything," he countered without much fervor to the banter, slipping off next to sink to get the already used wooden spoon, still laced with a previous mixture. "Which is a whole other level above you," Larxene retorted, not taking her eyes off of him, her hands on her hips now that she was getting slightly bored at his evasion on why he was really even baking. It wasn't like it was a hobby. "Either way, you mean to tell me you're doing this for yourself? Or does Roxas like treats?" The way she conveyed the line made Axel glare at her, while she smiled with saccharine sweetness in return. He decided to ignore her once more as he began to batter the mix, and the little "conversation" seemed to satisfy Larxene enough for her to move over to the refrigerator, knowing at this moment that he would not budge and the topic couldn't be continued. It was this along with the fact that it was losing her fascination fast. Stepping over the egg shells, she went to get the bottle of water she came in here for in the first place, rolling it in her hand as she closed the refrigerator door behind her. She gave Axel a last look as he kept working, rolling her eyes, wondering how he was to manage without a cookbook not even in hand, and headed out without another word in the careful manner she had inhabited after almost falling down. She was done for now, however, the zest of needing to know what was he doing didn't escape her. And it was when she was leaving, that she barely registered the tight, muttered words that reached her. "You'll find out soon." ♦~♦~☼~♦~♦ He, truthfully, did not understand why he was doing this. More so after the less than pleasant visit the woman provided him with. A part of him, after she finally left, wanted to just stop and throw away this idea that to him, was quite foolish to do, as he wasn't tied in giving her anything she didn't deserve. She was able to get under his skin, and it was at that standstill the he'd rather be left alone, and clear away from her presence completely, not having to deal with her endeavors, or have to bother to do so. Then, at other times, she was more proficient, and more easier to speak to, and these were the times where he was able to stay, and have a real exchange between them. It was the same to him, however, another way to pass the time, and with being a Nobody, things slid by him without much effort. So it was a right to ponder on why he was still here, baking a cake for her. The fourth attempt at baking a cake, that is. He knew part of it was a challenge made by Roxas, that suddenly took a turn from talking about a simple discussion of presents and how one would go about it in the usual clock tower, to him agreeing on a bet that he couldn't even recall how it escalated. The most vague statements he could pick up was that it did include Larxene, and how much she would be hard to please, in Roxas' opinion, as she seemed introverted. Then, he made a comment he shouldn't have, and now this is where he found himself. And Roxas was also waiting for the result, the little runt. Yet, it didn't connect on why he was trying so hard for the cake to at least look appealing. He had been up since late morning, and had gone over multiple bags of flour, and other necessities, that he picked up today from a store after him and Roxas finished their sea salt ice cream (a tradition that had made itself permanent since he had first met him on that fateful day). He was tired after moving around and going through three stabs at making the vanilla layer, when he should've settled for the first burned and hard one, and hand it to her. He really doubted her reaction will be any different at whichever outcome. The only part that he succeeded in was making the chocolate cake, safe and placed in a corner that did not catch Larxene's sight when she had come in. His plan, was, that he was to make a vanilla and chocolate two layered cake, with strawberry icing coated around, and in the middle gap. The three basic flavors. He didn't know how the trio would taste in one, but it had been so long that he was encased in this kitchen, that he'd rather take the chance. And this was what had him confused; the energy he was exerting into this when it really was nothing. In the end, nevertheless, he placed it in the back of his head, thinking that it was a need to gain the triumph of impressing the "hard to please" Larxene, and getting Roxas to earn his loss by it. In fact, when he told the girl purposely as she was leaving that she'll find out soon, it would keep her guessing until the time came, making it much worthwhile, and liable for a better reaction. Or so he thought. It didn't take long until the new blend was placed in the circular pan, and put inside what would be his last struggle in the oven. Dusting off his hands, he sighed, and pulled up the only chair to the table to sit on, resting his head on his palm lazily as he waited for the designated hour when he could finish. ♦~♦~☼~♦~♦ "You think it's right for me to actually spy, without her noticing?" "Just trust me, it's me who you're talking about, you know. Got it memorized?" Roxas slapped away the hand that repeatedly poked his forehead in turn, sending a slight annoyed glance at the chuckling redheaded man, who had come to be so different to the rest who he had slowly gotten to know. It was something...he had yet to fully comprehend. A friendship...between beings who cannot feel. Was that really possible? The lingering and forceful issue came at times when he was not certain, or maybe, perhaps, it was just something he couldn't grasp. Shaking his head slightly, not wanting the burden to fall on him now, he thought back on what got him to walk side by side with his...best friend, as they were reaching Larxene's room. He was what he would call surprised when Axel showed up, holding the prepared cake in front of his blue eyes, a smirk etched on his face. It was there he suggested, seemingly confident, though as a Nobody, they couldn't feel as such, that he should witness the meeting and the delivery. In truth, he didn't predict that Axel would have taken the whole bet seriously. Or even going through with it. And, the cake looking like...it can be good. Axel even made a final touch by having her name handwritten with red, gel icing very neatly, along with the words, "a cake just for you", that he dubbed to be a "professional finality". Roxas didn't think Larxene will be too fond of the pink, but she also didn't feel as a picky woman to care much about frosting, and he did deem the letters kind of dainty, almost sounding quite romantically cute in his view, if he didn't know better. That was the point of Axel's joke, from what he was told by him. His friend also didn't go out of his way to clean himself up, so he, while a bit faded after a while, was flour clad from head to toe still, and there was even spots of the cake mix around him. Not presentable, but again, Larxene felt as the girl who couldn't care for something so trivial. He had only ran into her himself just few a times, and it wasn't meetings that would truly get him to know her better, other than making a first impression to being highly haughty, and a bit overbearing. Yet, that was the worst of the matter, because otherwise, she didn't seem so bad. To him, at best. And it told a lot when he was the number below her. He stopped as his friend's footsteps halted, and he looked up to see that they were at her door. It was there that Axel gave him a gesture that he should go to the corner to hide as planned, since it wouldn't do good for Larxene to spot him. As he watched the kid give him a nod with a grin on his face, and quickly take his residence at the left turn to be unseen, and far off enough for his presence not to be known, the redhead focused back on the task at hand. It took awhile for him to do anything, as he just stared at the surface of the door, doubts sprouting on whether this was actually a great idea. He could scarcely see himself ever hesitating, yet, here he was, doing so. It was for logical reason that he wouldn't be too sure, as the whole thing seemed pretty ridiculous to do. The last thing he wanted was to face Larxene's teases about this, and make it unbearable for the few days after. What got him to finally knock was the thought of Roxas as the onlooker, and he slid the cake on his back as he stood there until she came to open the door for him. That was another thing. Him going to her private quarter was rare. It didn't take long, as her blonde head revealed itself in the entry, pulling the door when she spotted him there, her eyebrows together in what was confusion immediately, especially at his floured up appearance. There was a moment where they remained silent, and just explored the other intently as if waiting for one to move, until Larxene got distracted, aware that there was a certain person missing. When he saw that she was turning her glance to the side in the hall where Roxas would be cozily covered, he exposed the handmade cake he had worked on close to her face, seeing as that was the right time to divert her concentration on him. And thus, began the awkwardness. He didn't say or do anything as her aquatic eyes traced the pink product, a bit enthralled at the shimmers that crossed over them and her expression, ranging from being quite lost, to then shocked, and back to puzzlement, before it ended with her staring down the cake suspiciously. Axel never really took in much about people's words of her being a woman of strong emotions, even as a Nobody, until now, and somehow, he wished he could do what she just did. Could he? He thought so. She made it possible, and she was a Nobody like him. Either way, the mood got thick and soundless as the clock ticked on, Larxene not speaking a word as her thoughts processed, putting their earlier run in and what this meant in realization. "What is this?" she asked in a rigid tone at long last, the one breaking the noiseless ambiance that surrounded them both, yet sounding as if this was some kind of sick joke. "Read the words, darling." She gave him a nasty glance, not amused. "I read what it said, darling. Why?" He didn't get why would this get her in such a attitude, but he just shrugged indifferently. "There's no reason 'why', really, just that I made it for you." She scoffed in disbelief. "It's probably poisoned." "Now, I don't work that way," he corrected idly as a fox-like smirk reentered his face, still holding out the cake for her, despite that his arms were protesting. "Axel. You've got to be kidding if you expect me to accept that you worked all that time in that kitchen, slaved over, and put all this trouble for making a cake for me from the goodness of your little Heart," she sniped arrogantly, short and with the last word coming out bitterly, and so laughable, that there was a short-lived paused. Short-lived because it didn't take long for her to continue. "I know you were here with Roxas." This didn't faze him, even when a sound of a slight gasp came from the corner, Roxas apparently overhearing, and giving himself away even more. Inwardly twitching at the lack of tact in part of his best friend, he responded to Larxene unconcerned. "And I was. And he is hiding just over there." It was pointless to keep playing ignorance when she knew. "And rightly because it was his idea, and I made it happen with some slight force. You don't have to take it or eat it, but acknowledge the fact that I worked for it." "I don't have to acknowledge anything you do if I don't want to," Larxene snapped, her body stiff as her eyes ignited, impaling them into slits at him without holding back that she wasn't really "content" at this turn out. There was another round minutes of silence, something that was becoming constant with the two, before she simply snatched the cake that was in the plate roughly into her own hands, and opened the door more ajar as a sign to come inside. Axel followed without much thought, despite questioning the sudden invitation, and shut the door behind him, the whole Roxas "spying" on them going down the drain, and for a moment, he swore he heard a huffed shout of "Hey!". He just shrugged apathetically, knowing the male blond will hear everything from him sooner or later. With or without ever being in Larxene's room, it wasn't contrasting compared to his, if at all; the same pale color with the same gray markings striking across the walls, floors, and ceiling, and everything, even the tables, or side tables, and desks, the exact, empty, shade. Boring, just like the very castle. The bed was no exception, minus that the headboard had the Nobody symbol engraved in black, and so he took his vision to Larxene, who placed the cake on a desk in the far corner, that, coincidentally, had two chairs prepared. It appeared they were communicating silently as well on top of their reactions just a few seconds ago, as she had comfortably sat down in one, and without permission, as he didn't need one, he stepped up, and he seated himself as well. The ache that overcame him, and the relief of his body inactive and laying on anything, told that he was yet to heal from the trials he had gone through to make a cake. As his eyes traced her, none of them said anything once more, for what was the, fourth or fifth time? He didn't know. All she did was lick her rose colored lips, and went into a pensive phase where she just shifted her gaze from him to the cake, her face bored, and yet, skeptical. After a moment of arriving at a resolve, she reached out her hand to pick up the knife that he had placed on top of napkins to cut the cake up when the time came, and he kept his attention on how she leisurely began slicing a piece elegantly...and he wasn't sure where this was going. "How nice. Didn't bother to bring a extra plate." "I was built with two hands, so I apologize if it seems very low for your standards," was what he merely responded with sardonically, knowing that with Roxas, he could've brought extra plates with him. He just didn't feel like mentioning it, and begin a argument that didn't need to begin. "Since when was a remark suppose to reflect that I have high standards?" Larxene asked with a sort of deadly sugary venom that was hard to miss as she cut another slice of cake with a more hardened manner, gracefulness lost, and it seemed Axel hit a nerve that he never intended to when she hissed, "I know everything about low standards, Axel. You have no damn idea." He wisely didn't comment on that, and she took it upon herself to motion him to take one of the two slices, in which he just stared at her with a stern countenance. "I told you it's not poisoned." "Did I say it was?" "It was surely hinted at. Oh no, no, you outright stated it." "Well, I'm not going to eat this alone, is all," Larxene said as she took off her black gloves, making the purpose clear, as she wasn't going to eat this alone. If she was going to taste this, so will he, if he hadn't already. With any common sense he should have done so, considering that it would be a grave mistake that he didn't check how exactly the flavor came out as. Meanwhile, Axel didn't know why she was buying time, or making what would be a simple second action be so difficult, especially as he wanted for her to try the baked good to see the aftermath, and end it all. To admit, he was anticipating what she will think, considering he did more labor than he was truly ever suppose to. Not that he was asked or it was needed for the cake to be perfect, but...maybe it was him heading to prove himself. Yet, then to who? To her? That he can have some cooking or baking skills at his disposable? It wasn't even much of importance to Nobodies. And the reasons he had given himself before, which he perceived to be logical, were starting to be torn down, more so because he really didn't know how the cake was going to be, and whether she will praise his new knowledge of baking or reject it. Letting out of breath, he was physically stressed, and this was too much trouble, and a meaningless one, to be confused over, or even to question anything that wouldn't really affect him in the long run. This was a cake. This was Larxene. And he was waiting for her to put the said cake in her mouth. What a pain this is... This was all Roxas's fault. "Here." Getting reeled back out of his tangled mind, he found Larxene offering the second slice that he didn't get as was asked of him, while the other was in her left hand. And she wasn't even gazing at him in all, but at the creation, almost as if this was about explode with a hidden time bomb that he had put in there to blow her head off. That was quite the image. She raised her eyes up to give him a "look". He sent her a blank stare at what was going through her head now about the gift he brought her, or whatever it was to be called. Nonetheless, he took off his gloves as well, knowing that him not eating the piece would only delay this more. "What?" "Vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry..." she recited mockingly in such a forced wonder as she turned the slice, and Axel rolled his eyes to the side slightly. "Looks okay in the outside. What kind of mix...?" "It was done on a whim. Besides, I doubt I may be the only one who has done this type of combination," Axel refuted, his lips setting into a thin line, though he, finally, took the slice of cake that was held for him the same way he had held out the full cake to her by the door. Their hands touched, fingers brushing slightly together, and he blinked as he didn't move. It wasn't that he felt anything, contrary to what it was usually pictured as. It was that, with the friction, it reminded him that it had been a long while since he had freely stroke anyone's skin but his own without the gloves getting in the way. It was sort of unnatural and bizarre to him, and that Larxene actually had smooth, almost silky hands that appeared as if they had never seen the light of combat, which was guile and ironic to every sense. Then again, everything about Larxene's appearance was ironic, now that he thought about it. If he didn't know her or met her personally, he wouldn't think her the savage and merciless person she can become with big, wide, blue eyes, and a overall outward innocence. If she knew how to use this advantage, she could fool anyone. When he noticed that she was raising a inquiring, bemused eyebrow at him because of his hand still on hers far longer than need be, with something else he couldn't read flashing across her face, he quickly grabbed the slice and took it, breaking that small connection that he didn't mean to commit, and he scrunched his own eyebrows together in displeasure when the frosting was spreading over his palm as he held unto it. Larxene had double the problem, but all she did was lick them off, seemingly enjoying the strawberry tang. One positive point? "Good?" "The icing? Yeah, I like strawberry," Larxene mumbled dismissively. Definitely one point. Now all she needed to say was that she liked chocolate and vanilla, and he might slide through this, and show-off to Roxas the astounding upshot, since the kid was doubting him. "Ready?" Axel looked at her to see that she was holding his cuisine close to her mouth, biding from nibbling it until he did the same. He took her lead, not seeing the point of making it a hassle, and when they both positioned their respective share of the treat, they locked each other in skeptical gazes, as if to predict the other's motion like children who were watchful if they will really eat it or not, the old trick. He would've thought it funny, really. But they still had that unknown, silent communication, and they did not shift their eyes when both ended up taking a bite out of the cake, taking in the two layers, and chewing it warily. Then, they stopped, especially when Larxene felt something crunch under her teeth that felt suspiciously like a egg shell...and it was proven when she tasted some sort of dried egg yolk, and some other extras that she didn't think were supposed to be in a cake. The vanilla, or what was dubbed to be the vanilla layer, was pasty and tasteless, and she felt like she was biting on taffy, and the "chocolate' wasn't what she would really call chocolate. It was...spicy? Her stomach churned in protest, or what she believed it was, and the whole thing together made her feel quite sick. Axel was experiencing the same thing as he slowed down his munching, a unpleasant and tight expression appearing as he tried to keep it inside his mouth. It was another one of those pauses as their distorted faces eyed one another... It didn't take long before both grabbed napkins from the plate, and took whatever the hell they were eating out of their mouths in gags, wrapping it and enclosing it in the paper, and trying to get the aftertaste off their tongues, coughing. Larxene shot her hand straight to the halfway done water bottle in her desk, something that Axel didn't spot before due to focusing on the cake too much. He frowned, wanting some, to get that...horrible savor out of his system. As she chugged down the liquid enough to compose herself, letting out a refreshing sigh, he reached for it, only to have it pulled away from him, her eyes flaring accusingly. "That WAS poison!" "It wasn't! It was...well, I...it was just..." he fumbled as he tried to unsuccessfully explain himself unceremoniously, not knowing what went wrong when he was making the thing. This wasn't what he was hoping for... It was then he heard laughing...her laughing, her out of this world laughing as she found the whole scenario hilarious, and was chuckling and giggling to her delight. It wasn't exactly like times before, when she was doing so to grate someone's patience with her, but she was genuinely laughing, muttering things about his hard work, how tired he was over this, only for it to end awful and pointless. But she was always able to laugh, and what shocked him, and he will use the term loosely, was that he found himself laughing as well for some inane reason, something harboring in his chest that he wasn't suppose to have. Even if it was faint and weak, and not real, he was making fun of his misfortune too, finding it absurd, especially with his actions that occurred from buying the ingredients to this point in time. "That was terrible!" she breathed, trying to gain back some control. "Great job." Axel snickered. "It wasn't as worse as the fried eggs though." The whole thing befuddled him so much that he covered his mouth, halting the mirth that was coming out of him immediately. It wasn't that he hadn't done it before, but it was becoming real, for lack of a better word, to him lately as he kept hanging out with Roxas. Yet, the laughing hadn't reached to this degree, and he would've thought this would happen when he was in the company of his best friend, not Larxene; that was what perhaps perturbed him the most. It was also quite amazing how he didn't portray anything revolving negativity at his utter failure either. Maybe it was easier for him to take that way... She seemed to stop her field day when the air got stagnant, and she shook her head, a fake sympathetic smile on her face. "What...what...I mean, spice, Axel?" He raised his hands in uncaring defeat. "I thought it was cocoa powder. Give me a break." Larxene placed a finger on her chin. "I think the only good thing that came out of this was the strawberry icing." "And that's because I thankfully bought it." At the comment, Larxene took the moment to study him rather keenly as the room swiveled into a different environment, thinking that he was taking this, with her taunting and joining in on it, rather well, considering he did appear overworked. "And you don't care at all and aren't disappointed?" He just shrugged, a notion he was doing more than usual. "It's not like I can care or be disappointed, right?" "I guess. But you did laugh..." The mood slithered into silence, this time, a bit uncomfortable, but it couldn't sway Axel anymore after the multiple mutes that had covered them in the half hour, or what he guessed it to be. And there really wasn't anything else to say on the matter at hand. He wasn't going to deny laughing, and it was a act that couldn't be explained anyway, so it should be left alone. The cake didn't came out right, and that was acceptable, as, while he was quite convinced that he did more of a good job, he didn't think it was ever really going to be perfection, which was what he was aiming for. Close to it would've been fine. Or in even in the far middle. However, he did have enough of this stillness with them halting their conversations this way, and for once, he was the one to break it, admitting, "It was nasty..." "But I admit, I liked it." He gave her a flat stare. Really, who was she fooling? She took it in stride, as if knowing the reaction that would come when she recited this out loud to him. She was technically quite truthful in her compliment. He couldn't care or be disappointed after all, so she shouldn't opt to make him feel better by lying, correct? "It was the worst thing I tasted, don't get me wrong..." Since being blunt was a part of who she is, it didn't impact Axel from giving her that aura of not believing anything that was coming out of her mouth. "I never say this, and I can get why you're looking at me that way, but I liked it." He snorted. "What? It's the thought that counts?" She tilted her head, a devious smirk forming, saying charmingly, "Well, no. But, what else would you expect when someone makes a cake just for me?" Another typical sense of quietude went between them when he calculated her as she redesigned the quote etched on top of the frosting back to him, searching for any hints to decipher if she was truthfully up to something, or if this was just one of her games that she was known for to quench the amusement that wasn't suppose to exist. But, all she had was that smirk, a well-knowing one, and he couldn't spot any traces of anything amiss, so he just concluded to let her say what she needed to, if she wasn't done. This didn't sound like her...but it wasn't like he truly knew her at all when it came down to it. "It was a horrible cake," she recapped smoothly, as if it was fact, which it was, taking a swipe of the strawberry coat with her index finger, and sweeping it into her mouth when she handed him the bottle of water, her quivering eyes deeply and sternly rapt into his own, no sign of dishonesty and deceit. And something within it made him feel like it was alright. Even just a little. "But it's the best cake I've ever had." He took it as her odd way of saying thank you. ♦~♦~☼~♦~♦
Zexion - Horrible, horrible death, no matter in which console, whether PS2 and GBA. I can't really watch it without turning away, and it is sad to witness. Vexen - Probably tied in with Zexion, though, I am able to sit through it, mostly because it isn't long and quite fast, and you don't hear choking. However, he didn't want to die, he begged for his life [as did Zexion], even if he didn't really exist, and I don't think anyone deserved that type of end, especially when he was about to help Sora. Larxene - Is hard to feel for her death in the original CoM, but in Re: CoM, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor thing. Not only did it finally break her down and showed another side of her, she sounded genuinely sad and almost about to cry. I blame the VA for perfecting it to such a level where I wanted to hug her [if only the English version didn't ruin her line by saying "won't lose to a bunch of losers" crap. That isn't what she really said in Japanese, and is more "No! I can't be defeated..." or something similar. Not a drastic change, yet, it only made her look more like a b!tch in her death when she really wasn't]. I felt more understanding of her character after I read the Novel translations in Kingdom Hearts Extras, with her saying to Marluxia that it's better off without a Heart because is painful, and while I always suspected and believed in theory that she was never cruel or a b!tch just to be one, that slated her spot as my favorite female character in KH, permanently. Saïx - He's the same as Larxene, where we saw a different side of him, and we then knew what he really wanted most of all, and why he was so hard in accomplishing the goal: he wanted his Heart. Probably more than the rest of the members. Demyx - Kind of. I couldn't feel much because his death ended in a more comedic style, but I don't think he deserved to die at all. I don't feel anything for Axel [I love him, but then I have a love/hate thing for him]. Last time I checked, he's the one who gave no mercy, and decided to kill himself, instead of someone else ripping it from him like he did others. Can say I wasn't affected, and I felt they were making it too dramatic as well to be taken serious. If only his lines weren't so cheesy...but really, he brought things upon himself. Don't know why anyone cried. I cried at Jack's death in Titanic, don't know why spill tears on this one since it wasn't at all to that level. He didn't get my sympathy, I didn't find it that moving.
Larxene smiled sweetly when Xemnas, after her desirable speech, called Demyx down to the dais, for whatever fate is to be brought upon him. She felt like she had finally gotten her revenge for what he had done in her room, and in her opinion, he did deserve it. You could not expect for someone to touch her without a sort of merciless payback in return, and so, he was the one that went ahead, and committed his acts knowing well what was to happen. If he had a brain, that is. She was only partly to blame for the first fiasco that hounded the Superior on them, as she admitted her part in the matter without deceit, but after, it was his decision to break in her quarters later, and she did nothing, except to want a break. And he was not all that sorry either, not that she wanted it. Which is why, in the end of it all, she could care less for his tears when she recalled back on what happened. She had been watching him from time to time to note his reactions, and she did see his eyes glistening before he covered it, and for a moment, she was wondering if she was a bit too hard on him. The best that did was sort of make her doubt and question her own actions, however, is not like it moved her or affected her in any way. It was impossible, as she couldn't sympathize with her victims, and she had seen many tears, as well as hers spill for more serious and cruel situations than this. There were people worse off than they were, and they were the ones who were to cry. So yes, it only made her actually entertain the idea that he probably didn't mean it. Until, of course, that notion was taken away by him opening his mouth again. It was unusual to see a Nobody cry, of all things, because they couldn't due to the lack of feelings and emotions that they weren't suppose to have without a Heart to really ensnare you in it or make it as strong, so they were perhaps even fake tears in the first place. Larxene simply gave him a flat and blank stare at his words, not at all fazed, nor upset, knowing the first half was true on her being a heartless, and yeah, she had no Heart being a Nobody, and a witch, that she proudly wore the title for. And she was enjoying this, if that unbreakable smile said anything. The rest, while fact, was completely off. She'll never regret anything, even with a conscience, because she was just as bad before she became the creature she is now, and didn't feel a inch of remorse. No one did for her, and when she needed help, so she shouldn't for them. And she was better off without a Heart, considering that it won't be as hard to get it broken or hurt like when you had one, so things now slid past her effortlessly, and she didn't have to fret of pain. And for the last sentence, she had always been alone and miserable, so that was barely anything to worry about if it ended up occurring. In fact, when she thought about it, she didn't have anyone right now as they spoke. The members, these people, weren't to be seen as anything, as they really couldn't give a damn about you if you disappeared or got lost, or faded. For her, nothing has really changed in both her lives. That's why Demyx was way, way off, overall. Witnessing the whole scenario as the guy pulled out his weapon, she rolled her eyes. He did know all Xemnas had to do is lift a finger, and he would spent the rest of his nonexistent life as a Dusk, right? There wasn't even a point of putting up a fight when there can't even be one... Xemnas looked at Demyx in front of him, weapon drawn, emotionlessly, knowing well that it was futile. There was not such a need to present strength, or make this more difficult with what stands now. He found the man completely foolish, for his words, more so than his actions. Feelings? The boy has lost himself with the delusion, after all. There was no getting closer to his Heart, and he could pretend that the emotions that he was portraying were real all he needed and desired, but it did not change the fact that he was empty as the rest of them, and his chest had nothing left. It was the memories that triggered most of what he had done in this meeting, and he in return, did not take him at all in a serious manner for that alone. However, to continue...he went to portal off from his throne as he got covered in black swirls, only to appear in front of the mullet haired musician without much of a expression, as he stood. Now that they were in position, he stared up at Larxene, who gazed back at him with questioning eyes. "Larxene, you are to come down here as well, as this concerns your part." "For what, though?" she inquired, pondering on why her presence was called for own there. She didn't believe Xemnas was to punish her as well, as she was the most innocent of the two in terms of the situation, but then why? "You would soon see," he murmured, his tone more sharp that he won't explain himself any longer. "Come down." She did so, pushing herself off her chair hard enough for her to leap into the air, and then to be swooped down gracefully when gravity played its part, her stomach going through a flip-flop of adrenaline rush as she was free falling, her cloak billowing upward and its rustling filling her ears because of the harsh wind as she landed perfectly and on her feet with a tap of her heels, her knees slightly bending, until she straightened up, quite exhilarated. It was no question on why Xigbar enjoyed jumping downward from place to place, and she enjoyed it as well. True, she did this easily when in battles, and she was used to the feeling, but it never failed to make it any less...fun. Dusting off her outfit, she stepped to the two, and waited patiently for her purpose.
Another one! :D That's not a good reason, honestly. And take your mind outside the box for once, or don't reply at all if you think is weird [why did you even reply? This goes for anyone who's answered this way. If you don't think in that regard, why post? To think you're cool and sane because you don't think a pixel is hot compared to the rest?]. They're virtual, but made to look human enough to actually garner a "pretty", "nice", "hot", etc. People think a vase is pretty for its appearance, yet is nothing, but dried clay.
But she doesn't really have green eyes. They're blue. Everywhere other than Re: CoM [I do think, however, they are some type of different blue, since I do see the shade, if you study it hard enough] they are blue. Thus, I always take it as her official color. Blue da ba dee.
THANK YOU! I think her hair is adorable, unique, and it fits her. She does look like a pixie, as someone said. I wish someone pulled it.
You might as well have placed it as, "Do you like her personality?" as a title, since this is what people are basing her on, apparently. You should have also added a "Middle" option, instead of "Who's she?". Personally, Larxene >>>>>> ALL. Along with Aqua, of course. They're the chick fighters here.
Uh. Zexion wasn't against the Organization. There doesn't need to be a understanding of why Axel killed him, or why he's consider in a-hole in CoM, because there really isn't. If it wasn't for KH2 to get people feeling sorry for him, I doubt he'd be as popular too if he died in the very same game without the development he had. The Basement group were only trying to get Riku to combat against Sora who Marluxia was plotting to use to overthrow them, for the sake of silencing and canceling the betrayal. There's NOTHING traitorous in that action. Thus, nothigng to set Zexion up to be destroyed, and in such a horrible and gruesome way, while Axel was "Teehee :D". And they say Larxene is the sadistic b!tch here? The guy was just as worst back then. As for Zexion saying Axel is to be killed next, I think, with the new Novel translations up in the Kingdom Hearts Extras section of the forum, it's starting to make sense once you read the conversation of him and Lexeaus about their leader. Xemnas, is more into Castle Oblivion than people thought, and he rightly chose new members Marluxia, Larxene, and Axel to be the Upper Floor group on purpose, because they were the "suspicious ones", according to Zexion. That might mean that they are suspected of betrayal or so. I didn't really understand, yet, I think, from what I guessed, that Xemnas was planning for them to die in CO, or come to a conclusion on memories. So, maybe Zexion was referring to that, and perhaps Axel being "with" Marluxia and Larxene in their scheme as a "traitor".
*chases after you* You can't glomp me without me glomping you back! D< *jumps and MEGAGLOMPS*
"Demyx, I prefer it if you keep silent, let me speak what I want to speak as was asked of me, not you, and don't ever tell me what to do, you little sh-," Larxene cut herself off when Xemnas sent her a look of disapproval, but didn't say anything on their interaction as he simply waited for her. She wriggled her nose for a bit as she frowned, giving the mullet haired man a deadly and sharp stare, her eyes glistening like glass shards themselves, before concentrating on her part of the matter. The reminder made her smile again, and giving a exhilarating breath, she proceeded to state, "However, I would not lie to you, Xemnas. You can do what you wish, even tap into my mind, yet, you will see that every word is true." Placing her hands in her lap as she crossed her knees, she only paid attention to the Superior above her. "Since our dear Demyx wants me to start with the morning, I will rightly say that I was just talking to Xigbar about the problem with Xioimara after a good breakfast that I made, since no one here can properly cook, and was in a sort of bad mood at this other Organization copying us and trespassing. Demyx came in greeting with commenting on my angry demeanor, joking about it, and called that I am acting like a witch, and I'll never stop acting like one, so they'll never get a break. And I do, but he had no right to do so in front of me, and anyone with common sense would know, that since I am already angry, and the person is aware that I am angry, that it would not do anyone good spilling out those words. And that was technically a insult. So, of course, I replied accordingly. I told that 'if you want to die? Since I had not a kill today'. It was more of a warning to shut up, basically, and then he made himself try and appear tough by continuing it with saying that I would the one to die, and ready to attack me, which made him look ridiculous to me for taking it seriously in the first place. And, I think you know how I would respond...so really, it was his stupidity, not mine. Is not like he didn't bring it upon himself. The way I act is no shock to anyone, figuratively speaking, and I don't know what exactly he expected. It was after a few more exchanged words that you found us." Xemnas nodded cordially, allowing her to continue as he took her words in. It didn't sound like she was deceiving, or had any trace of lies within, so to her, what she was explaining was correct. The situation with it was, that most had different point of views, and what might be true and right for her, cannot be right for the other person. However, she seemed more descriptive than Demyx had been, as he happened to "miss" his own words to her that began the whole argument. Before she could go on to what occurred in her room, he went to put a rule down, "Try no to insult the other member in your soliloquy, Larxene. You're a lady, and thus, will behave as so. Especially more respectful when facing me." Well, is not like you can act like a lady with the group of guys that take their place in this castle, she countered back in her mind. But, since she couldn't really screw any of her chances up when he appeared to be taking into account her story, she merely gave a nod in understanding. Sighing, attempting not to appear too happy at what she was going to say next, she merely breathed. "As for the room. Well, when you let us go free...I know you said not to insult Demyx, but I couldn't stand his presence, being near him, or even ever speaking to him again. That's what I was going for and thought when I left, because, really, there's no reason for Demyx to talk to me and I him. So, with that in mind, I set on just ignoring him as I always did, I got to my room to relax, the whole scenario over with. Yet, apparently, Demyx didn't have enough yet." She glanced at the musician in turn, before gazing back at Xemnas. "He stalked me into my room after he left you, literally barging in the door roughly, making it slam back into the wall, and I swear, if he broke it...and, to put it plainly, this was all his fault. I didn't do anything, and it was his choice. He came here threatening me, disrespecting my privacy, continuing something that was supposed to be solved after you almost killed us, disobeying what you said at the same time, and of course, I wasn't going to stand for that...there's no damn way I'm going to stand for that. So I said a few choice words and told him to get out, as he should, as it was my room, thus, my rules, and I didn't want trash here. This is exactly what I said. 'We? Talk? You must've hit your head a little too hard, haven't you? It might also explain the fact that other than being a failure, you've become a stalker. How sweet. You should learn your matters too, barging into a lady's room like a barbarian and whatnot. Now, shoo, little boy. I got better things to do than wasting more of my time with you'. And he deserved it, because, you know, he didn't make himself welcomed properly, and after what happened before, I was sick of him." She took a break there, knowing that she was getting to insults again, yet, truthfully, how can the topic not get her into it? "When I went to the bathroom to ignore him again, without doing ANYTHING, mind you, since I happen to have more control than everyone thinks I do, he grabbed my hand, twisted it, and started to speak about me thinking that he's useless, hopeless or whatnot, and it was funny...because at the very moment he was showing just how hopeless and useless he is. And all I thought to myself was why in the worlds...hahah, would he give a damn about what I think of him? Is my right to have a opinion, last time I checked, and I think him as scum who I want nothing to do with. I barely even care what he said, and I don't know what made him think I ever would. It was not like it was going to stop me from degrading him if I had the chance, because that is the reason on why he tried to 'scare' me. You failed on that, by the way, Demyx, no surprise there. So, I did not do anything again, and let him do what he wanted, you know, I left him alone, see what he was going to do, and after he just shoved me on the bed, and pinned me down after hurting my wrists, which were kind of burning due to the thorns you tied around them, he went ahead to slap me. He did not succeed, because by that point, there was no way I was going to lay low any longer, and I blocked the attack. And he disappeared before I could pay him back for that, like the little, pathetic coward he truly is. And he is lucky, because he would not be sitting here right now if I had my way." Crossing her arms, she eyed the Superior more sternly, to show that she was honestly serious. "I apologize for the fact that I didn't manage to hold my insults back, but when I have to recite what went on, is hard to, if you can understand. That alone hit my nerve, and while we're not suppose to feel hatred or anger, I could pretend that my memories did so for me, and that's my basic opinion towards him if I did have a Heart. I dare him to deny that happened. I tried to take the high road, and Demyx wouldn't let that go." "It was 'proudly' done, if we had a Heart, to take that high road for once, and I will hold you to that regard, Larxene, as you have given me another view of yourself in the process. Demyx held back on that tidbit of the story, or rather, avoid it..." he replied, snaking his orange, cold eyes to the Melodious Nocturne in a very displeasing, and dangerous expression, that told things were to go very wary for him. He didn't need anything else to confirm Larxene's words other than that action when he had personally questioned him, and it was with that, that he had straightened up, not shifting his merciless and hard gaze from the only other male present. "I would dismiss the insults for this moment, as things are rightly clear now. Number Nine, stand in the center of the room." He gestured to the dais in the middle after the command, the one that had engraved the Nobody symbol to represent the core of their existences.
Is not a degrade, exactly. Quinton did do a good job in overall ability. Is that most prefer KH2 Axel voice version compared to the new tone and voice he's given Axel in Re: CoM. Including me.
I'm going to have to requote Nomura here to the naysayers. If you want a link for proof, since some are really tight about that, then I will if you ask, though is common knowledge. Basically, when a Heartless is defeated, the Heart freed goes in a state of suspension. When its Nobody is defeated after, they rejoin with the Heart, and become whole once more/return back to their original [think about it: Nobody = Body & Soul. Heartless = Heart. That's all you need]. Now, in the case that a Nobody is defeated first, and then the Heartless, the chance is slimmer to return, but there's still a chance. In other words - They can all come back.
Axel barked a laugh. "Poor, unfortunate boy. Well, that's just too bad, not many of us are as...gifted." He sent her a arrogant wink, knowing his was anything, but needing padding, and he leaned back proudly in his extravagance of his ego, biting the last remaining bit of his ice cream with a satisfied grin and fervor. Throwing the now finished stick to the nearby trash in a perfect swoosh, basketball skills did play a part, he turned back to her, raising a very surprised eyebrow at the revelation, though. He frowned a little. Of all the things he hadn't done, it was skinny dipping, not that the idea seemed that great to him in the first place. Despite his rather...questionable crazy life before, he didn't feel comfortable getting all naked unless he was to use it for something. Either that, or bath time. And he honestly did not see the point of two guys skinny dipping if there weren't no girls to compensate. What fun is that? He eyed Rei from the corner of his eyes again, pondering, as what she said ran over through his mind, and a idea was forming. It was mostly...something, to be certain about for future purposes, because, they had to learn, and this was a perfect way to be aware on how they will react now that the agreement was set. He didn't do anything for awhile, though, making sure to really think it over, because it was a bold move...and one he shouldn't do. Yet, it also wasn't going to do anything, depending on her. He just needed to know, if they were ever stuck in a situation. Even then, he still did not do anything for awhile, hesitating, though he attempted to find console in her other sentences to move forward as he nibbled his lip lightly, and moved to sit nearer to her, beginning smoothly, "So, none of those guys were anybody you'd want to do anything with, is that right?" It was almost intangible and without not much pause as he slipped his arm around her petite waist securely, taking his time as he leisurely placed her in his hold. He pulled her closer in return once he got the grip he wanted, himself just as much nearby until he found his body molded unto hers suggestively as he maneuvered her to fit in the position, chests causing friction as they went through a small caress. His face followed suit as he leaned down slowly, his lips finally hovering above hers as their warm breaths mixed in between the remaining, barely able to be called gaps, tension rising. A smirk of a fox covered him as his jade eyes dug deep into the same colored orbs, though a contrasting shade. He was getting slightly exhilarated, waiting for her reaction as he gazed at her intently. Tilting his head just a bit to the left, bringing their mouths more inches forward, he husked enticingly, in a low whisper, "And who do you ever thought of getting intimate with?" In his mind, he chuckled a little, smelling the sea salt ice cream taste coming from her, however, didn't shift, even when he felt people's eyes on them.
Yeah, I'll perhaps be on MSN, as it's Friday. And I better pass with straight As ]:<. .... ... :)
I am probably exaggerating, but, it just isn't the same *sniffles*.
:kiss: Just fine. Caught up in college, considering the Fall semester is ending, and Final Exams are needed to be thrown at me. And, I won't allow to get any less than a "A", so...oh yeah, and homework >.>. But, otherwise, fine. I only need two more tests to do, and a Final Speech for the terrible Speech class which I want to end so badly.
OOC: Before I start with Xemnas, do I just...pretend that all the Organization members are gathered? Because I would think him wanting everyone there before he made his grand entrance xD. Or, I'll just do it with the taken Org. members? Can I have Naminé, by the way? Once Marluxia set off on his own, Larxene didn't waste any more of a second as she portalled herself out of the castle, and away from The World That Never Was, its inhabitants, and the experiences that ended her making her learn more about why people had to depend on themselves, and solely themselves. She was a rogue Nobody now, and the next step, was to change her clothes. She wasn't going to throw her uniform away, but it was less questioning and suspicious if she wasn't walking around with a trench coat. It called too much attention. She didn't know where she had gone, or where did the Dark Corridor take her, but her command was somewhere far off from the place that she had just been, and now she was standing in a bustling town, in a abandoned alley, of course. There was no way she was going to appear to people in mid-air, and ruin any chances of making something of herself here. This place didn't look modern, and in fact, reminded her of older years, very much older...and from what she could hear, they spoke French. It was hard to ignore, as it was her favorite language. Not that she spoke it. Everyone was wearing plain, cotton clothes, yet some, she noted, also had very colorful wear that stuck out in other warmer colors, and it was this that caught her eyes in terms of picturing herself dressing. The buildings were made of old fashioned relics and styles, that it really made her curious as to what world she got herself in. She was going to have to find a way to fit place, too. Either way...she was out. She was...free. Able to do what she wanted, and how she wanted it. Not ruled or working for anyone, and just a independent spirit, as she knew that's the only thing she possessed as a Nobody that attached her to her memories. She breathed a exhale, a genuine smile forming on her lips now that she had accomplished what she had set out to do, though, it couldn't be this easy. Or could it? If there was a need to quench the thirst of her sadism, which wasn't even that desirable for her anyway, unless people happened to get on her nerves, then this is her opportunity to start whatever life was left, and then in the end, fade as a Nobody. The end of her existence, and to become nothing. She knew that was her fate, and yet, she was so tired of everything, that she didn't mind just leaving in any sense, and go where her Soul was going to go to finally conclude her reason to even be born. That was one thing too...she didn't understand what was her point in her birth, as she didn't bring anything for anyone, and her life was filled with nothing, but pain, betrayal, and lies. And this wasn't only speaking as her being a Nobody. It was the same way of how she will spent it alone; she had no family to return to, no friends, and thus, was basically on her own, like she had always been, past and present, and she preferred it: it was something she was used to since she was eight years old. She wasn't stupid either, however, if the Organization wanted her to be found, they will search for her, but, she was not going back or join again. Not anymore. She was not going to be a puppet whether it was for Xemnas or any of them. If they left her a ultimatum, she'd rather die, period. Yet, she doubted they will even blink a eye at her disappearence, or even bother, as she was just one loss, after all, nothing important or that mattered. But, that was all left behind. Now, she had to figure out what her plans are going to be.
OOC: Noooooo, Hell! *huggles* I hope everything turns out alright, and yes, I'll take the reign, as the Saïx I am :D. Just come back soon. Xemnas didn't bother nor listened much to Demyx's drabbles and unneeded comments, as his mind only focused on the key words as they reached his ears and as he thought of something, half-way ignoring the lad. It would've been funny, if he had a Heart, that is, how Demyx took his questioning as concern or caring. The member was getting quite delusional in the thought of feelings when he does not have any, and the only reason he needed to get this solved, was because there will be no misbehavior in his Organization. And these two, he predicted, are going to be quite troublesome if he did not deal with the situation quickly. When the man was finished with his ranting, it took a while for Xemnas to get back to concentrating on him, yet eyed him blankly, not much of a reaction, as he said tonelessly, "No, you are not allowed to leave. And you will not until I say so. This is not over, and I am expecting you to be courteous." He snapped his fingers after the sentence, though nothing appearing in Where Nothing Gathers... It was sent to another destination. That makes you no different than Xemnas, then, she thought, locking her eyes on his features without a ounce of movement as he admitted the lust for power. Nothing will improve... And she did not like the sound of this, mostly because of things she might have to do or commit in the future concerning her pink haired partner, considering that she was into this ploy mainly to get rid of Xemnas before he could screw them over. She didn't trust or bought into his words, and that man just dripped poison and his own hidden agendas every time he opened his mouth and she had to listen to his drawn-out speeches. And with that poison, comes failure, as no one who desires power for their selfish greed can ever succeed. But with a person who was just like him taking his place, there'll be no growth and no change. And she was somehow wishing Marluxia was not the same, in that regard, yet, she was slowly proven wrong. Larxene shook her head mentally, but did not say anything to reply to his words, wondering if he did not know her well for him to believe if she really just wanted power. Certainly, everyone would like to be respected and be higher in ranks, or even looked up to, yet, she had her own other reasons for joining him. That was barely even touching the surface, because her eyebrow raised when his tone evolved to that of a sly sound, and she narrowed her eyes in suspicion, trying to understand what he was getting at. Debate? Apparently, he didn't bother to decipher the meaning in all this as he placed his hood and was heading to leave, and she didn't stop him either, though her expression didn't shift as she gazed at him tightly from behind his back. What he said next, made her somehow lurch nausea in her throat, feeling sick at the notion of what Marluxia was actually proposing. Was...was he saying to seduce the little annoying ******? Her face scrunched into a befuddled and horrified stare, as her nose wrinkled distastefully when he shut the door as he took his exit, frowning deeply at his figure before it disappeared. Why...in the worlds, did he want that piece of nothing in their team? Was he serious? Did he want her to kill Demyx? It was like getting Axel into their plot; chaos. There was no way, ever, in this Nobody life, and her many reincarnations, if she even will be reincarnated, that she will degrade herself into such a thing for...for...Demyx! Ridiculous. The whole idea was terrible. Larxene could barely stand him any longer after today, and that's saying something considering she had always ignored him until he found interest in her for some reason, or found to care what she thought of him enough to stalk. She had seduced many men, and Marluxia did witness it at one point, but...Demyx? Who the hell was Marluxia kidding? Scowling hard, she turned around, wanting to slam into her bed, the whole ending of the conversation putting her in a very foul mood, but something materialized in front of her with a swirling, small gray vortex before she could express any sort of anger, and she blinked when she found a Sorcerer Nobody standing there. Master Xemnas has asked for your presence in 'Where Nothing Gathers'. She just nodded, cursing Xemnas for choosing such a bad time to call her up. As the lower Nobody went off, done with its job, sighing, and breathing deeply, exhaling and inhaling to at least have the appearance that she was calm, she covered herself in darkness as she portalled, passing through the Dark Corridor, and finally revealed herself in her appropriate seat, glancing around. Her eyes ended up connecting with Xemnas's. "Very good. Now, we can proceed with what occurred when you left, Larxene, after yours and Demyx's punishment, and where had Demyx gone," he stated, monotonous as always, looking at the girl specifically, knowing there wasn't much time to rule this out properly with the plan of his ahead and minutes passing. "He told his part of the story, now, it is your turn." Larxene could only smirk delightfully, her cruel orbs dropping on Demyx now. "Oh, really?" That definitely lifted her mood. She was going to love this.
o.O I never brought life.
