A/N: This was meant to be Larxene's thoughts, sarcastic and bitter in the moment of her death. I'm hoping that the writing and characterization are at least decent. I don't know, the effort was there, though. I'd enjoy some constructive criticism, as I'm attempting to improve my writing skills... So here it is!
Wary
He's such a dork. He's always making loud exclamations of love when we were alone; grinning happily, and babbling incessantly. Something about that sex crap, and true love – I never really paid attention.
He's so gentle; so afraid to touch, and so cautious. It's as if he's afraid that I'll break. At the same time, I'm cruel; giving than taking, and barely there long enough for anyone to see. Still, could you have taken the strength of lightning…?
Hah… I doubt it wholeheartedly. Will you look at that, you persistent pest! I made a joke. Har-dee-har.
Honestly? He's a fool; he had always avoided me whenever possible. It really was something fun to watch – or maybe I'm just a sadistic bitch.
I'm wary when in his presence now. He'd play sometimes; as if afraid I'll smash his precious instrument to bits. I barely even tolerated his presence until he began to speak to me.
He's no sissy though, and he made me acknowledge that. He's smart, and he's powerful - but only when he wants to be. That's what makes him ever-so special… and I hope he dies. I hope he's killed by that idiot of a Keyblade Master!
"I... I'm fading?!"
But, we'll see each other in the Oblivion, won't we my dear?
"NO...this isn't...the way I... I won't...ALLOW..."
If I'm gone, you can't possibly survive for long.
