Her first words to him were "Do the curtains match the carpet?" In return his were "Do yours?" Marluxia almost regretted introducing them to each other.
Their first date was a disaster. When he suggested they do something she liked he had no idea she would pick kick boxing. He didn't even think that was a date. They went anyways. She kicked his ass and he ended up needing five stitches on his forehead. They still laugh about it today.
The dates after that went better. Thankfully.
When they decided it was time they got married, they did it at the court house. Big, flashy ceremonies just weren't their style. She wore a white sundress from a wedding she went to years ago and he wore a dress shirt and jeans. The judge oversaw their vows and they signed the papers without to much fuss.
No one even knew until a week later when someone hit on Axel at a bar. They wouldn't leave him alone so Larxene took care of it. The charges were dropped but they're still banned from that establishment.
Now, Axel works as a photographer for a local newspaper and Larxene teaches self-defense to rich women looking to kill some time.
One day, she comes home late. Her face was flushed from running to catch the last bus and her hair was stuck to the back of her neck. She unlocked the door and dropped her bag on the floor. "Fire crotch? You here?"
No reply.
She peeked into their bedroom. No one. Bathroom. Empty. Living room. Empty yet again. The only place left was the kitchen.
"Axel, whats going on?" She quirked an eyebrow. The red head stood up from the table and crossed the space between them in two strides.
He kissed her cheek. "Happy anniversary, nymph," he chuckled.
She glared up at him and sighed. "That's not until tomorrow," A smile forced its way on to her lips.
"What?"
