At first glance, it seemed like the Nymph and the Diviner hated each other. It wasn't possible, but it sure looked like it. Every day when Saïx assigned everyone their missions, Larxene just had to make some kind of snarky comment. And every day Saïx replied by giving her a mission he was sure she would loathe. A frown, a glare, both left the room and the other members would go about their day as usual.
They're not right in the head, they had said. And they were right, in a way. Sadistic and cruel, yet she giggled like a schoolgirl. Cold and emotionless, until he called on the power of the moon. Psychopaths, the others had joked. A hit with a claymore and a knife held to their throat had quickly shut them up. They didn't make jokes about the two of them anymore after that.
Fighting like cats and dogs, that is what they did. He, slow but powerful. She, quick and nimble. Fuelled by this phantom rage, that they both knew shouldn't be able to exist, yet somehow was. The anger and hatred that they felt, even without hearts. They never held back during their fights, always fighting until both were so exhausted neither of them could talk. At those moments, they truly felt alive.
Another thing they had in common were windows. Windows to stare out of as a thunderstorm raged through the World that Never Was. Windows that let the moon, Kingdom Hearts, illuminate the entire castle. It was only then that the two tolerated each other, entranced by their respective elements.
Larxene was sent to Castle Oblivion, along with others, to research the power of memories. The last time they saw each other, they smiled. Finally they would never have to see each other again. She expected to return home as a queen and squish him underneath her boots like a miserable little ant. He realized the end of her existence was nearing. They were already celebrating the victory they hadn't achieved yet.
The traitors had been exterminated. She woke up somewhere, her pink haired colleague lying next to her. Blue hair and yellow eyes looked down upon her. "Congratulations. You have been chosen as a vessel. Be grateful." For the first time in many years, she was afraid. She begged, pleaded, cried and sobbed. "Saïx! ISA! This isn't you!" In her last moments, all that remained was a single memory.
"Do you like me, Isa?"
"Huh? What kinda question is that? You're my friend, Arlene. Of course I like you!"
"Really? Promise?"
"Promise."
Ahaha, I have no idea what I'm doing. Or how to write. Happy 7/12, I guess. All I wanted was a slightly younger Arlene having a crush on Isa, then somehow this abomination appeared. Oh well. Next time I'll try putting some actual effort into my writing instead of just throwing my thoughts in a Word document.