The War for Kingdom Hearts

"You're lying," Larxene accused dangerously, beginning to give him a glare. She diverted her eyes at Axel for a second to see if he knew what he was talking about, but he remained blank. Great, now this was going to frustrate her. She shouldn't bother him when he just got out of a deep sleep, but the curiosity had her on edge. "Tell me. I won't be so shocked at what else you people are hiding, I figured it's expected."

 

"Zexion. Since you are here longer than I am, you might as well tell her." He says as he gestures to a fustrated girl.

 

Zexion looked at Larxene and sighed. "Come with me..." he said, turning. "Let me talk to you alone..." He glanced at Axel and then back at the girl.

 

Axel nods in acknowledgement. He knew Zexion has been acting strange and portals to his room.

 

Larxene had a dreading feeling that this wasn't good news, but made her way to stand up anyway, dusting off invisle dirt off her cloak, and seeing if it got rumpled. Finding it fine, she gave a nod to Zexion, a bit anxious on why this was a big deal to speak to her alone about.

She derived her eyes to Roxas, who was still sitting down with Adhira on his lap on the ground, looking a bit confused at all this. Larxene gave hima stern look. "Take care of Adhira for me, you two seemed fond of each other. I'll give you something for the trouble."

With a penetrating gaze, she went back to Zexion, casually saying, "Take me away."

Roxas didn't do any movement or said anything, he was a little miffed that he was new as well, and he wasn't going to be told or couldn't come. He'll take care of Adhira though.

 

A small smile tugged at Zexion's lips at her words and he approached her. "As you wish..." he said, and swiftly wrapped his arms around her, lifting her into his arms.
He then turned and began to quickly walk out of Ansem's study, still holding her tightly.

 

Larxene bit back a yelp as she felt Zexion heave her up out of the blue, his arms encircling around her and picking her up as he scurried off. She didn't know whether to give him a lightning attack again, laugh, or pinch his arm, due to him being hurt before. She felt a little flustered though, when he took the chance to hold her, this wasn't exactly the first time this happened.

Bitingly, though it was almost overshadowed by the amusement in her tone, she snarled dryly, "I didn't mean it literally, you fart."

 

Zexion's smile widended, hearing the amusement in her tone of voice. "Oh, I didn't know...want me to put you down?"
He went around the corner, heading for a room. It was weird...he hadn't felt this happy or done something he'd enjoyed in a while...had Larxene short-circuited his brain? Or was it just him?

 

Larxene rolled her eyes, yet she smirked. "If you don't want a certain incident to happen to your hair when you're sleeping, I suggest you do."

This kind of attitude from Zexion flabbergasted her, not getting in how did he changed moods so fast, and this was soomething that didn't seem like him either. He was all serious, stern, and all mature, and now he was acting...childish. It was odd, really, maybe his mind was stil dazed from just waking up. It certainly took her mind off what was the purpose of leaving with him though, now she was reminded again.

 

"Very well," Zexion said, and, upon entering his room, placed her on the bed. Placing his hands on the bed besides her waist, he looked into her eyes and smiled once more. "Happy?"
He still wondered why he was playing around like this...but it made him feel...exactly what he had asked Larxene - happy.

 

All Larxene could do was nod her head as a response, quite bewildered at how he had her positioned in a bed, his arms beside her, and her body tensed. She stared back at his eyes, making sure hers were blank as she fought down a burning in her cheeks, she was much more self-controllable than that concerning the male species. She could see in his orbs that he was cheerful, out of nowhere, apparently. Twice he had carried her, he touched her cheek, and now this. That couldn't being ignored. What was he doing?

Making her voice strong as she gulped, she uttered plainly, "About what you need to tell me..."

 

Zexion sighed. It seems she just wanted to know...and she wouldn't give up on it.
"Why is it so important to you?" he asked, softly.

 

"Because is obviously serious, you wanted to evade the question, and if it has something to do with me, I deserve to know after I got my dream crushed," Larxene answered as placidly as she could, going for honesty, for once. She had regarded that he didn't move, and it only made her more jittery and stiff. Larxene took her next words carefully. "Why do you ask? Wasn't that the point of coming here?"

She had to concentrate at the task at hand, because that tibbit that he had accidentally let out was bothering her in the back of her mind, and wouldn't sooth until she knew what was so...foreboding about it.

 

Larxene's dream had been crushed...Zexion had assumed correctly before - her hopes had been dashed away by this...experiment, which Ansem hadn't even been sure would've worked at first.
"I'm sorry...for all that...you went through..." Zexion whispered. "I wish I could help you..." He touched the side of her face, moving a stray strand of her platinum blonde hair behind her right ear. "If I could...I would've never had taken you away...from your dreams...and I'm sorry..."

 

It was getting harder for Larxene to speak, her throat was drying, and her eyes had traced Zexion's hand on her face. She had to stop another set of burning in her cheeks, and tried to steady her now uneven breathing. She had to wonder why was he being so bold, what was he playing at? But right. Relax. She wasn't going to get thrown off by a male. It was always the other way around when she was there.

Not wanting to keep silent in case he suspected it, Larxene replied, forcing her tone to stay clear and crisp, "I told you is not your fault, don't apologize...is fine, really. There's no way my life can return to normal if enemies are after me." She let out of a breath, her eyes to searching his, trying to find some clue. "Which is why I don't mind knowing about this 'secret', call it that. Is not gonna change anything..."

 

Zexion was silent for a moment, as if thinking it over. Sighing, he drew back slightly. "Very well..." he relented. "No one knows this...aside from Master Ansem...so please don't let anyone know..."
He then stood up, and slid off his white lab cloak, and then took off the blank, long-sleeved shirt he wore underneath. On his chest, there was a scar - exactly the same one Larxene had on her chest...

 

Larxene had just gave another nod, though was a bit lost, since the "present" she was going to give Roxas for taking care of her kitty was going to be to tell him what Zexion had admitted. Though, now she couldn't. Larxene felt like she didn't want to go behind his back and blab it out, if this was much secrecy. She just had to think of another alternative.

Breathing more freely now, feeling a bit heated, she sat upright from the mattress, only to grasp the sheets tightly in her hands in surprise at what her vision saw.

This time, she wasn't able to maintain her nonchalance as she stared at what would be Zexion's body. Muscular, toned, and with abs glittering in the light. Unexpected move, though he was very fit for Zexion. Getting herself dignified again, not wanting to show herself so flustered, she purposely made her eyes stay on the scar on his...very sensual...ON his scar, that scar on his chest, right. The fact that he stripped his shirt caught her completely off-guard.

Focusing on the mark, cautious for her eyes not to wander anywhere else, she tried to get her brain back on track. "Uh...that scar. That's where the bomb was implanted. I know this already, unless, there's something more to it...?"

 

"Hmhehehehehe" Xehanort said, he created an armored clone.

 

Gilgamesh looked at Xehanorts keyblade "well it the sword i was looking for" Gilgamesh said

 

Xehanort´s Armored clone summoned too a Keyblade.

Xehanort smiled "Now, die master" He said going into his battle stance.