Organization XIII - It's a beautiful day!

Zexion merely smiled as Larxene spoke, secretly cheered by the fact that she had yet to do anything to harm him. He assumed it would happen sooner or later, but for how long? It didn't matter much to him really. He watched as he grabbed Demyx's hand, widening his eyes in surprise as she reached out, grabbing the two front strings of his cloak, yanking him forward towards her. In a moment, they materalized within the small boy's room, a strange peacefulness about it.

As the Savage Nymph gave a couple of orders, she sneezed, releasing Demyx's hand to block it, as she groaned. Quickly, Zexion wrappied his arms softly, gently around her, bringing her close to him. With his right hand, he tilted her face up towards him.

"Are you sure you don't require any rest...?" he asked, in a low tone of voice. "I don't want it to become worse..."

 

Sniffing again, she was going to go rub her eyes from the sting, until unexpectedly she felt herself being pulled closer, and soon she was in a warm embrace caused by the forewarned Cloaked Schemer, and for a moment she laid still, her arms by her sides, taken fully aback and dumbfounded. That only lasted for a few seconds though until she blinked, snapping out the surprise and the fact that she’s been hugged for the first time (in her Nobody life, at least), and as his hand touched her face, some type of fury boiled inside her, and her eyes narrowed hazardously enough to send the most strongest men back. Did the guy have a death wish?

Clenching her fists, her lips set in a thin-line, white sparks flew around her, and delivered a devastating electrocution throughout his whole body until it wrecked and writhed him in pain, and as his arms loosened, she pushed him off, only to deliver a swift kick to his stomach that can only be heard as a wind, sending him to a wall in a slam. Just as quick as her element, literally, in a second, she had him pinned to the surface, one kunai pointing at his neck dangerously, the end just slightly touching his skin, as her other hand clutched the scruff of his trench coat harshly.

"I've warned you, don't know how many times, and you've finally driven my patience thin," Larxene growled, her face darkening hauntingly, her body pressed close against his, but not in any affection, breathing raggedly in anger. "I've been too passive. Don't think I won't kill you..."

 

"FOUND THEM!" Demyx yells, pointing to the top of the dresser that's bigger then him. Demyx only went up about half way in height. He looks back to the two adults, finding Larxene pinning Zexion to a wall with a Kunai at his throat. "Stop fighting!" He yells. He didn't know what to really do. He, instead, runs off to his bedroom door, and out, yelling something about telling Saix.

 

Vexen looked around watching what was happening shaking her head. But then she noticed Roxas come in and instantly knew what had happened. The little brat had stolen on of her vile thinking he could get away without implication. She turned around slyly looking at Roxas. "What have you been into hum Roxas?" she asked watching his movements with a grin. "You have been going through my things haven't you" she chided him.

 

As electricity ran across Larxene's body, Zexion had instinctively recoiled, refusing to make any sound of pain, when she shoved him, lifting her leg to kick him, sending him crashing at a wall, his head banging roughly against it. Before he could even recover or contemplate the situation, the Savage Nymph was there, pinning him against the wall, her hand tightly grasped around his collar, a sharp kunai pointed at his throat.

Zexion's head was spinning, and his entire body still quivered slightly from the previous assaults, but at this he simply smiled, a small chuckle erupting from his throat. It was quite obvious to him that Larxene didn't take well to a display of affections...perhaps she didn't like revealing any of her 'emotions'? Frightened of what could happen if she opened up? There were many possibilities, but at least he was a step closer to figuring her out.

"You're beautiful even when angry," he remarked, sounding impressed. "I don't doubt the fact that you won't hesitate to 'kill' me, but can you blame me for caring for you?"

 

Larxene let out a exasperated breath, here she was, ready to slit his throat (or stab her kunai into his esophagus), and all he could do is chuckle...and compliment her again? Not only that, but she also noticed her other victim ran off. Perfect. Just perfect. She silently fumed as her cold and burning eyes rested on him unimpressively, not removing her weapon just yet. Despite all this, she gave a small smirk, either from amusement or for the hell lof it, she didn't know. Her tone was low and dark as she spoke quietly, "Your compliments don't sway me, so your pathetic opinion on my looks are worthless. And yes, I do blame you because I never gave you any reason to 'care' for me. If you do, your problem, don't bother me with it!"

Her smirk turned into a grin as she moved the tip of her kunai, cutting his skin slowly, around where it would truthfully kill him, but not going deep enough. She didn't stop until she made a type of long line, a trail of red blood seeping out and leisurely dripping downward, but it wasn't much, just the amount of a cut. Larxene was still hesitant, contemplating this carefully. Could she actually kill another Organization member? Would she actually get away with it? Will she risk it? There were witnesses, Vexen and Demyx as examples...

After a moment of silence to herself, she reluctantly dispersed her kunai in a crackle of sparks and released him, lifting him slightly by the scruff off his collar and throwing him hard on the floor like a rag doll, his body landing in a loud thud. This guy...Larxene peered downwards at him displeased, muttering to herself, "Idiot...what is your problem?"

The she covered her mouth again with her fist as she sneezed once and once again. This really needed to be taken care of, and now she felt more colder than before. But Demyx...

 

Zexion felt the kunai pierce into the skin of his throat, a warm liquid soon trickling downward. The wound stung, but he still did not move, let along make a sound of discomfort. He noticed she hesitated to go any deeper - what was stopping her exactly? He was more than prepared to stop her if she tried to go any further, but she had ceased all on her own.

Suddenly, she dismissed her kunai, briefly before reaching out, picking him up and tossing him to the floor. His head banged against the hard floor, adding to the previous injury he had against the wall, but this time, the back of his neck, and his entire mind, burned. He closed his eyes temporarily, waiting for the firery feeling to stop singing at him, feeling as if his consciousness was slipping away.

When the pain was gone, he re-opened his eyes, his vision blurry, his entire body aching with pain. What was going on...?

Reaching up with his hand, he rubbed the back of his head, before slowly sitting up, groaning softly. Blinking to clear his vision, he took a quick scan around the room. He seemed to be in Demyx's room...and Larxene standing in front of him, covering her mouth as if to stifle a sneeze.

"Larxene?" he asked, peering up at her. "What on earth just happened?"

 

Sniffing involuntarily, she raised her head up a little, hearing Zexion's question, confused. Larxene had watched as he revolted in pain, closing his eyes as he ached from all the shocks and hits she had given, which was what she was looking for, so he can perhaps learn the hard way not to keep constantly playing around with her, and the consequences that may come of it, but his sudden inquiry got lost on her. Did she made him bump his head a little too hard?

Larxene glared at him, wondering if he was joking with her, simply messing with her mind for some type of game. But instead of saying outwardly what she had done, or to answer, she simply asked back, her voice incredulous and venomous, "What do you mean, 'what happened'?"

 

Slowly, Zexion got to his feet, his body quivering slightly.

"I was in Vexen's lab...helping Demyx...the next thing I know, I'm lying on the floor of Demyx's room here, as if I've been thrown across a room three times," he remarked, as he glanced down at his throat, frowning at the trickle of blood running down it. "Moreover, I have a cut on my throat...and my head's spinning."

He tilted his head to the side slightly. "...You seem quite upset as well...is something wrong...?" Just then, he realized something. "Wait a moment...where's Demyx? And Luxord? Xigbar? They're going to run amok if we don't find them..."

 

Larxene just stared silently when it finally dawned on her what had occurred, yet she was still a bit unsure, he had no problems messing around with her before, why now? He could be lying. However, Zexion did look honestly lost, she could see, and unless the Cloaked Schemer was a undiscovered natural actor, he couldn't pull this off so well. Raising a eyebrow, debating with herself, she finally decided that he was in fact, the true, real Zexion, and she wouldn't have to deal with that insufferable player style of his any longer. Coughing, she composed her body, her face relieving itself from the icy and disconcerted features she had, now that this was over. She placed her hands on her hips as if tired, beginning to explain nonchalantly , "We were working on finding Luxord and Xigbar, with Demyx, who just ran off. This is why you're here. I don't know what really happened, but you lost your memories for awhile, and we came here to get Luxord's cards so you can get his scent, since, of course, you didn't remember. You were bothersome, so I slapped you around a little, and threw you to the floor, where it seems you bumped your head...and...your memories returned. "

After this, she added, a bit entertained as a mocking smile grazed her face, "But you should've seen yourself. Flirting with female Vexen was a sight to see, and here I thought you were straight, Zexion..."

She also came to the conclusion not to bring up what he did to her and what truly went on. Larxene didn't see the reason to, and it was to be forgotten...he was back to normal.

 

Zexion could barely believe what Larxene was telling him. And he was actually flirting with Vexen? He didn't flirt with anyone[/I, let along a man. And being bothersome...that's why she had to kick him all around? Wow. Well, this was who he was dealing with. A Savage Nymph.

Sighing, he shook his head. "Well, let's just find those brats...and whatever happened to me, I'd prefer the next time I'm being 'bothersome' - however that is - you don't try to kill me."

By 'kill him' he meant that as a sort of exaggeration, but little did he realize that she really did try to eradicate him...

"Demyx is somewhere around here still...so you find him, and I'll go after Xigbar and Luxord...who seem quite far..."

OOC: Where is Xigbar and Luxord again? lol

 

((In Bambi's forest, seperated and crying for their mommy.))

Demyx wonders around the halls, yelling for Saix. He don't know how much longer Zexion could really hold back Larxene. The woman was scary in her own way. He didn't want to be alone with her, no matter who said it's okay, he'd always want to be with someone else. For his own life. "SAIX!" His 5 year old voice yells and echos in the hallways two floors down.

 

Larxene just smiled at his request, her pearly whites showing. "Oh, that will depend, you weren't exactly behaving. To be honest, you're lucky I didn't kill you, I did do that cut on your throat, after all..." And she was mad at herself for not killing him at all. Sure, there were the consequences she had thought of, but when did that ever stop her? Her life would be at risk, and even a liable story might be suspected on, but she hated when she had held back. That was weakness, she should've just done it instead of thinking it over or even hesitating...then as said before, she didn't think death as a well-received punishment.

Sneezing again, automatically placing a free hand to her lips, Larxene moved her other hand to see if the vial of poison was still there safely tucked in her glove, as she listened to Zexion's last words.

She scoffed unceremoniously, her face appearing as a pout unintentionally (happens whenever she got annoyed), though she was glad she got to go after her run away toy. "I'm not just simply going to look 'somewhere around here still'....can't you portal me to where he is exactly? I'm not the type to hunt for kids...except for certain reasons."

 

((Demyx is ded.))

 

((Yay Zexion's back! xD))

"Yes! Yes!! I'm sorry!!" Roxas cried, "IknowIshouldn'thavetakenit!! ButitwassotemptingandAGH!! HELP!!" He shrieked, and then calmed himself down a bit. "You do have an antidote right?" He asked hopefully. "I don't want to be invisible! I still want to be seen, and see stuff while being noticed!!"

 

OOC: I know xP. Who knew that when Larxene was on her sadistic spree, it would end up helping someone? xDD

 

((Apparently, you did....))

 

Vexen stared at him "I may have something to correct that but you have seen the results of my experiments." she told him angry that he had gone behind her back and taken from her. "Why should I fix you before myself , Demyx , Luxord and Xigbar " she asked raising a brow.

((I'm sorry that I've been very quiet as of lately. I have had allot going on this past while. I'm trying to be around more and Foxy lets me know when I am needed if I have not seen it myself already. ))

 

"Finefinefine!" Roxas said, "Do your problems first..." He sighed, "I just hope no one else will find out about this..." He scratched his head. "Maybe I should just wear my hood all the time... no one would notice that way..."

 

Vexen looked at him with a smirk on her face. "Well it will teach you to mess with my things Roxas now wont it " she told him striding over to a shelf pulling a large hooded sweater down. "Here you can wear this but let this be a lesson to you not to go through other peoples things and mess around with them" she told him.