*twitch* ... *twitch and rises from coffin* I LIIIIIIVE! oh my god, Has it really been a year since i submitted a story? I am soo sorry, Mina-San! T-T with school, cosplay, moving (yes, i moved), and switch class schedules, i haven't actually had time to sit an write like i would like to. head desk I DIED!

Okay back on track... This is a crack pairing for Marluxia/Luxord from Kingdom Hearts ( -w- meh fav coupling~). Since today is 10/11, (Happy MarLux Day~!) i decided to have this story uploaded and ready for you. So as usual, don't like the pairing, don't read it. But if you're just a fan of mine or just like yaoi and want to read for the story have at it.

As you read, you'll notice my style has changed. *deep breath* My friends say i should stop listening to music. from music becomes stories from stories comes fanfics from fanfics comes the worse/better level of yaoi and perversion my mind becomes. (don't ask *woke up early and had coffee* ). The song that gave birth to this fanfic was "Pretty Rave Girl." (youtube it.) Okay, like i was saying, the style for this story has changed.

1) is cuz I had this from 1st person POV. *listening to pretty rave girl and thought if it that way*.

2) I asked my friend (also a MarLux fan) to write this with me. I wrote for Luxord and she wrote for Marluxia. so yes, they will be OOC because this is an AU.

3) We switch back and forth between Marly and Luxy but the two stories are happening simultaneously so they actually interact with each other.

4) This fanfic takes the course over 3 weeks since there are 3 Chapters. So when you go to the next story, it's the next week (we say it but this is just to inform you.)

*looks at list* okay, i think that pretty much sums it up. i'll TRY (no promises) to write more. I have a HUUUUUUUUUUGE KKM monkey on my back, my CG bug... it may come back after i finish Fem!Zero. (reason why i'm not writing it because Zero isn't easy and i am loosing patience with it.) But in the meantime, there you have it. Why i haven't written in a year, what this fic is about and why it's here today. Hope you like~

Key:

italic (most of the story) is thinking

regular is talking

Disclaimer: no characters are mine. in reality, i... okay "marly" (my friend's nickname) is mine. ^^ so i own "Marly". but in this case, No... i-i don't... T.T

Here I am again. I don't know why I come here when there is NOTHING here. The lights in this… club, I suppose it can be called. It looks more like a light show with idiots dancing. All of them painting in glow in the dark paint that hurts my eyes.

God, why did I let Dalin- oh wait it's "Xaldin" now. What a stupid idea for a club.

Outside the front door is a giant "X" right by it. Nothing else, so one would suppose it's the club's name – X. It had only one rule to get in: you had 1 minute to rearrange your name to include an X to get in. If you did, then you can get in. If not, you couldn't get in until the next day.

Me, I was unfortunate to actually get a name on the first try. Luxord. What the hell was I thinking? It sounds like the name given to a Lord or something.

Oh Finally. My drink is here…. Ugh, that hit the spot. Nothing helps me relax more than a talk with my good friend Morgan. Yessir, the captain has helped my weather many storms but this may be the worst I've ever been through.

I'm not very sociable nor do I want to be. "Xaldin" like the bastard friend he is, drags me here in the middle of my program, no less! Once I lay my hands on him, I'll tear off everything dear to him. Starting with that ridiculous ponytail. Honestly, what self-respecting person would have… THAT on their head?

*sigh* Oh well. It's all in good fun I suppose. Note to self: tear off second favorite thing dear to him or should I say her? Heh heh heh…

What the… I turned my head to the floor only for a moment but now I really don't believe what I'm seeing. A young woman, in incredibly short what I assume are –were- jeans. Her short was a tank top that was cut above midriff. Probably to match her shorts.

Huh… she has bands on her arms and legs. I barely noticed with that paint she has on her. Wait… are those…? Yeah, those are vines on her arms and legs. Must be a biiig nature lover.

Just for the hell of it, let's look at the rest of her. And she turns… typical. Nice ass, though. And she has pink hair? Phh, as if "Xaldin's" wasn't bad enough. Eh, what are you gonna do? Let them do their hair.

Great, my 3rd drink is here. …Ah, much better. What time is it? 10:33, eh? I'll drag him out in half an hour. I can't stand being in this place much longer.

Look at all those people on the floor. Dancing like idiots. Why do they dance to this so called music? Those drumbeats are hurting my head. Thud, thud, thud. I'm going to get a migraine in the morning and for once it WON'T be from a hangover.

And they dance like they never danced before. Bet money none of them has ever danced before.

…Gah, why do I keep looking at that pink haired girl? She's no different from anyone else here. She's painted, has bright colored hair, and hardly any clothes. It's no different than… Okay, my neck is gonna hurt in the morning but hey right now it's worth it.

1… 2… 3… ahh, and shot number 4 is down. Well, I better go find "Xaldin" and take him home before I get to my 8th shot.

Whoa… what proof was that rum? I can hardly walk. Oof, Fuck! Okay, whoever pushed me onto the dance floor is fucking dead! Dalin, I swear to God if it was you…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I love to dance, I think it must be in my blood. I could dance like this forever if given the chance to do so. I could do without the random flashing colored lights, it starts to hurt after awhile, but the body paint is so fucking fantastic. It feels great to have it on your skin, sure it looks rough and itchy which it is, but that is nothing when you're dancing around and shimmering thanks to the paint.

Because I'm a self-proclaimed tree-hugger, I had to use the paint to draw my favorite plant on my bare skin: roses. Though I really only did the vines...which look Kick ass if you ask me. It's my personal opinion that if you have a good body, flaunt it. Which is exactly what I'm doing tonight, no bragging intended...well not really.

The club was hell to get into. My real name is Lumaria which automatically makes people think I'm a girl...which I am not. It took me the full minute to come up with my new name: Marluxia. It still flowed off the tongue well and was a bit more masculine than my real name, at least I think so.

The first and only thing I've done is dance in this place, not really caring who's around me. I take the time to glace around, look at all the people around me. As I turn I spot this blond man at the bar. He is pretty good looking though with that facial hair it is nearly impossible to gauge his age, damn facial hair to hell...

Though as I stare at this man, discreetly of course, I notice him looking at me too. I smile to myself and turn in time to the music. Let him get a good look if he's that interested. I turn back and notice he was no longer looking at me, rather at the drink in his hand.

As I turn to look that way once more, I see the blond fall to the ground. I hurry over there, weaving through people to reach him. Bending down, a grab his hand and pull him up, and close to me with a small grin " Hey there, Cutie. Fancy a dance with me?" I ask still keeping the grin on my face.

- Luxy -

What the-? Who the hell? It's that girl with the vines. Must be trying to be a Good Samaritan or something?

…A dance, huh? Well, one dance wouldn't hurt. After all, she is cute. What a sec… "Cutie?" I've been called many things "cutie" sure wasn't one of them.

Hm, I can let it slide once. "Yea, I got time."

This may not be so bad. I got to dance with her. Maybe if all goes well, I'll be taking her home instead of Dalin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I laugh softly and nod, "Glad you said yes." I say to the blond before putting my hands on his shoulders and begin swaying to the beat. Man, if there was ever a song to get your groove on to, it was this one.

Dancing with the blond, definatly a new experience. He seems drunk, but he's moving well despite that fact. As the song ends I slowly pull away from him," I could really go for a drink, wanna join me? You look like you could fall over again at anytime." I motion for the blond to follow me and walk to the bar.

Unfortunately, drinks are NOT my forte. I can't tell a margarita apart from rum… wait...are margaritas made from rum?...No, can't be right...DAMN DRINKS! I sigh and try to think of any drinks people had recommended to me...No luck whatsoever

- Luxy -

Damn, do I hate dancing. If it wasn't for the fact I had a good dance partner, I would never be here. Let's just move off this floor.

Back at my place at the bar. Nice. Hm, poor thing must not be a drinker. Okay time to prove my mother right and show that chivalry isn't completely dead. Hm, what to get that isn't 100% alcoholic. "Barkeep, shot of rum and a sex on the beach for this one." Let's see if she's a real drinker. "Virgin, right?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Excuse me?" I ask the blond indignantly. "I really don't think that's any of your business." I turn from the blond, hands across my chest then something dawned on me.

"Wait... Are you talking drinks?" I seem to recall virgin has something to do with the amount of alcohol, though i can't think of what. "NO I don't want a virgin drink, but I have no clue what to drink, so if you would be so kind to help me pick something, I'd appreciate it."

- Luxy -

Wow, I never thought I'd get that reaction! She's not exactly strong about the terms but hey, that's cute. "Fine, how about a Sloe Comfortable Screw?" That's really not my drink. I like one can feel the alcohol when it hits my stomach. "Though, if you get it against the wall, its stronger."

That'll work. Good, they're here. This leads to another thing I'm terrible at: small talk. "So, how'd you hear about "X"?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I smirk a tiny bit. "Alright then, I'll take your advice, Cutie." I wink at him and get the barkeep's attention. "A Sloe Comfortable Screw Against the Wall," I say. I'm feeling a bit adventurous I suppose, plus I'm only having one drink tonight so no big deal.

I look to him. "X?" I blink and think before shrugging. "I can't remember actually. I think I just heard it through the grapevine so to speak. It was likely some group of kids at school talking and I decided to look it up...I think that's what it was."

- Luxy -

"Interesting. I came with a friend." Speaking of which, where the hell was he? Ah fuck him. I got more important things to worry about. "So… What exactly do I call you?" Hm… maybe I should try her regular name. "Rose, Petunia? Anywhere within that range?" Hmm, if I got it wrong, it doesn't help to look at the markings. Who knows, they might give me a clue. No tattoo on the arms… Nothing on the legs… aside from the jeans. Wonder how far that body paint goes… Does it go ever- I'm getting ahead of myself

Great, a drink. Nothing helps calm the nerves like a shot. Liquid confidence.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"If you came with a friend why aren't you with him or her?" I ask the man with a small tilt of my head. As he asks me my name I can't help but laugh. "Nowhere near, though maybe I oughta call myself Rose every once in awhile. I suppose since we're in X I ought to use that name shouldn't I?" I ask, noting the drinks arriving. "Well, you can just call me Marluxia." I raise my glass and down the drink before waving and slinking back into the crowd, ultimately ending up outside the club.

- Luxy --

"Marluxia? That's…" And she's gone. Marluxia… Not a usual name but this isn't a usual club. Maybe… JUST maybe I'll come back with or without Dalin.

^^ Hope you guys liked it~! This is only Chapter One (not numbering them. cuz i was lazy) If you like, review please~! if not, go take up your complaints with someone who cares. Me and my friend made this up for Marlux Day not for your you like and Happy MarLux Day~!