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Savagery

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Number Twelve could feel nothing.

Yet she felt everything.

And what she felt more than anything was anger.

A bitter, twisting, lingering sense that sent tendrils up from the hallow in her chest (for she had no heart) to her throat, threatening to choke her if she did not open her mouth and speak to dispel this curse upon herself and force it onto someone (anyone) else.

By default, he was her favorite victim. She would shout and stomp while he simply laughed and mimicked her ugly expression.

When Naminé arrived, the witch was shy and demure. Hesitant while spirited, despite the fact she had no heart.

Larxene hated her on sight and made a point out of making Naminé miserable.

But whence Larxene reduced the child to tears she was told to stay away from the girl-witch.

Not, Larxene rationalized, that Naminé knew any actual sorrow

Still seething she moved on to pester Number Thirteen, the only member whom was technically below her. Until he stopped her.

By that time the dark inside her became too much, she yelled her words at him, the worst things she could think to say and he rolled his eyes and smiled.

If there was no work to be done she spent the majority of her days in the company of Number Eleven, whom, in turn, spent most of his time with Number Four. And while Larxene was rather wary concerning the deadly and scholarly Vexen, she thought she enjoyed Marluxia's presence.

Around graceful Marluxia when her mood became foul, he would dismiss her with a wave of his hand, telling her to take her "vile attitude elsewhere".

So she would.

He narrowed his eyes as her words became more focused and, like the knives she carried, meant to maim.

Thirteen left and Eight suffered, though he felt it not at all.

She vented and his hands formed trembling fists at his sides.

Days passed before any of the members dared to breathe the name "Roxas".

A single, carefully thought out, insult murmured in passing and he screamed back at her in retaliation.

Inside the walls of Castle Oblivion the darkness in Larxene soared to new heights that terrified and exhilarated her. To rid herself of it's excess she sought him out once more.

And when her mouth opened to wound and offend he pressed her against a pillar and used lips to steal the words away from her.

Silent now and frozen with his hands gripping her shoulders, his head was tilted down towards her, hovering a scant breath away.

Had she a soul, something would have stirred. Instead fury and frustration overtook her and she used one of her knives to stab Axel in the chest where his own heart ought to have been.

With a glare, she spat on the ground and teleported away.

He used fire to blast the pillar to pieces. When he pulled the knife from his chest, a grimace graced his features though he felt nothing.

When Axel betrayed them (her) Larxene wondered, if, perhaps, she struck him deeper than intended.

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