This part of the story is yuri, which means women having sex. The rest is yaoi, which is men having sex. It's not a sex story though, the fact that there's sex in it is purely coincidental. It's more of a love story… a love story with lots of sex.

The nice thing about Xion is since she hasn't been introduced yet I can make her into whatever I want. So in this she's dark, I like dark characters. I don't like Xion though, she seems like she was just thrown in there so they could have a major female character that actually did something. I changed Namine a little too, she creeped me out before.

It's another experimental thing, I've never done yuri and I'm trying out different styles of writing.

Xion

Doomsday

It's snowing in May, is that a bad omen? After a cold, rainy Memorial Day weekend we get snow. I really hate the cold, no tolerance I suppose. I'm not as bad as Axel I suppose.

I really hate churches, religion makes me uncomfortable. Zexion hates them too, he's just better at hiding it.

Flowers are everywhere. A picture of Marluxia smiles at everyone, he had pink hair, which makes me wish even more that I'd known him. People around us are crying, I try to but it's impossible. It's a talent I've never had.

After a while his brother gets up to speak, his hair is a normal brown. He talks about their past, Christmases, birthdays and so on. Happiness and innocence. I don't cry but inside I panic, like I always do when I think about Zexion dying, then I mentally kick myself for relying on him.

I see my uncle, Xigbar, crying his eyes out. It's not like those movie cries you see where they look all serious, his face is screwed up, there's nothing graceful about it, he's lost all self control. I think I'm going to cry then, but I don't.

After the service we're dragged to dinner at my aunt's house. It's crowded and my brother looks pained, probably from the mixture of scents. His freakish sense of smell is fun sometimes but he can't stand crowds. Everyone's talking, laughing and crying; I carefully excuse myself and go outside to escape from it. There's a group of kids outside, probably his friends, they were standing around a blue-haired guy with an x-shaped scar on his face. The scar looked new so I assumed he'd been in the accident too. He was forcing a smile as they all stared, his eyes wandering to meet the orange glow of a silver-haired man under a tree, who was looking down at a blond girl with an expression of disgust. The girl looked mockingly into his face, a smirk plastered on her face.

She was in pain, I could feel it. The strongest feeling I'd had in a while. I hate feeling for other people; whether I have ESP or I learned it out of necessity. I wouldn't mind but I always manage to feel the emotions I sense, it pisses me off because I'm never sure if I really feel my own feelings or if I'm just 'picking up a reading'. So I have to walk over and lead her away by the hand. She's probably the one that was driving the car so people are pissed at her. She didn't resist, just followed me until we were out of sight. Once we'd escaped she spoke.

"What the hell?"

I shrugged. "I'm bored and I don't know anyone here."

She smiled sweetly, a smile dripping with venom. "My name's Larxene."

"Xion."

"You didn't think it was a bit weird to just pull me away like that?"

"You don't seem that surprised."

"Nothing surprises me anymore." She grabs my hand and pulls me away. "We're going to my house; my parents are here so it shouldn't be a problem."

I don't question it, I'm bored, after all, and I don't feel like spending all day with superchristians.

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I wasn't sure what she was planning to do exactly, but I wasn't worried. I probably should've been worried about some random girl dragging me to her empty house but to be honest I don't worry about anything.

So we spent the rest of the day there, just hanging around playing video games and stuff. She told me about her school, Oblivion, which was a great name for a Catholic school. She said that half the students and some of the teachers were either gay or bi. We talked about what she called the 'straight agenda' and all the people we knew that went against it. For love, sex, or just for the hell of it.

Most importantly, she tells me about Marluxia, which was good because I felt guilty for never having met him.

"He was my best friend." She says with a smile "He loved flowers, himself, and a new guy each month."

After a while her parents arrived, they didn't ask who I was or anything, they didn't even say anything, just looked at her then walked away. She plastered on that mocking smile and called after them but they didn't turn around. I don't think she cared, because she turns back to me.

"Anyway, so there was this guy that Marluxia dated for about a month. He was pretty cool. It was weird 'cause he was married but his wife didn't know and we ended up hanging out with his kids a lot so they didn't say anything."

How can this girl just keep talking? Unless she's like me, which would be weird.

"Xion? Shit, you're thinking about them aren't you?"

I nod.

"Look it's not a big deal, they ignore me a lot 'cause they liked my sister. Then she got hit by a car and died so they don't know what to do."

"Where you close?"

She shrugged. "Closer than most people would expect. We were really different but we still hung out a lot and everything. She got run over by some drunk guy a few years ago."

Drunk?

"Everyone was being all sensitive that night because it was the day she died. It sort of pissed me off so Marluxia took me and Saïx to this party at some chick's house. He knows what to do when I'm down."

Wait…

"So we all got drunk and I decided to drive, in honor of Rikku."

So does that mean she's…?

"Then we crashed and Saïx got a scar and Marly died. But I'm okay for some reason." She was laughing hysterically now. "Why the hell am I alive anyway? I'm surprised I didn't die too."

I have no idea how to comfort people so I just hugged her, well more like pounced her, but that was an accident.

There's a look in her eyes, pain and desperation and guilt clouded over by lust. She's pleading with me. I have to give in. Because I'd do the same if I had the strength to let my guard down.

She's vicious the first time, biting and scratching. I'm just lying there, loving the pain. I can feel her tears on my thighs as her tongue releases her anger. Then she's murmuring apologies and kissing my neck, my collarbone, my face, our lips never meeting.