I wish she was dead…
Axel's POV
I could hear them shouting.
Shouting my name.
I could hear them,
But I didn't care.
I turned my music up louder, pressed the headphones to my ears. Maybe if I didn't answer it would stop. I heard a pounding at my door. I sighed. I should've known better.
I turned the cd player off and opened the door. Standing there was a very irritated Larxene.
"Glad you could be so kind as to open the goddamned door." She griped.
"Fine, you're not welcome." I muttered.
"Shut it." she snapped. "Now where is it?"
"What, dare I ask?"
"I wouldn't dare if I were you. Especially since you know damn well because you took it." She began nosing around and yanking drawers open. I stopped her when she opened my bureau. Which- I might add- is full of things you women out there need not know about.
"You, um, didn't see that." I mumbled, blushing.
"You wear boxers with your name on them?" she stopped to laugh.
"Well I need to keep separate somehow."
We all washed our clothes on the same day. Sometimes we would find things in our piles later that didn't belong to us.
"You know, it'd be a whole lot easier if you just told me what to look for." I was starting to get a little agitated. Larxene wiped the tears from her eyes- she'd been laughing so hard- and shot a death glare in my direction. I didn't flinch.
"Fine, since you're being so ignorant. It's a-" She swallowed. "A diary."
"You keep a diary?" This was news to me. "Dear Diary…" I mocked.
"That's not funny!" Larxene shrieked. "I had some very personal writing in that."
"Did you?" She had caught my interest. "Now I wish I really had taken it."
"You mean you didn't?" she questioned.
"Nope."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"C'mon Larxene," I acted hurt. "Would I lie to you?"
"It wouldn't be the first time." She muttered. That got me pissed.
"You can be a real bitch sometimes, Larxene. I mean, why am I always the first suspect? How do know your queer boyfriend, Mr. Flower Petals didn't take it?"
All I saw was the look on her face and then I went down.
"Don't insult Marluxia," she warned. "It makes me look bad."
"Don't need any help there." The words escaped before I could stop them.
Now she was ticked. (I must've caught her on a PMS Day or something.)
"Oh shit."
"Choose your words carefully; they may be the last you ever say."
Instead of zapping me, she tried first to slap me. Big mistake.
I grabbed her arm and twisted it back. She cried out in pain. I heard a snap. Like a loud popping noise. I might've broken her arm, but I didn't care.
She attacked me first.
"You should've finished me off quickly." I whispered in her ear.
I slammed her against the nearest wall. Keeping her from escape by pressing my weight against her.
I was stronger. And we both knew it.
The element of surprise gone, she had no chance.
"I'll keep that in mind next time." She said softly.
"Oh, there won't be a next time." I smirked.
I was winning.
"Never say never."
I felt a jolt run thru my body and up my spine. It flowed from my neck to my arms and down to my fingers. All at once I knew what was happening.
All I could think was: "Goddamn it!"
The pain surged to a climax and I let go.
Larxene ran.
As I regrouped, regaining control over my aching muscles, I swore over and over.
Swore at her and promised she would pay.
When the time came, I told myself. I would not hesitate.
And it would come.
It was only a matter of waiting.
