A story about straight love!

Chapter 1

He was never one for excitement. He was never one to do much really. They say you can tell a lot about a kid by letting them near a teeter-totter. You can sort out the shy from those who are willing to have a little fun by placing them near strange things such as a teeter-totter. Whether they choose to exhibit a little bit of curiosity, thus leading to subtle enjoyment, or whether they choose to play it safe…but thus sacrificing what could have been a fun new memory.

Not that Luxord cared.

He didn't go near the teeter-totter. Nor did he go near a lot of things. He was such a shy little boy, never one to give strange new things a try. Not that this was a flaw built within the system or anything; he just preferred to live a bit more quietly than others his age.

He was six.

And so it was just another day in the long week in which young Luxord was forced to go to school and do his work, only looking forward to free play time and recess. One would question recess though since he spent most of his time doing just about anything and everything aside from playing on the jungle gym or swings. I mean, who would dare refrain from the swings? Well, Luxord would. He found simpler things to be much more fulfilling in his childhood, which was already halfway past till he hit puberty, which would result in lose of wonderful innocence and free play time. Not that he knew any of these things yet. He was young and hadn't the slightest clue to the many mature things in life, and he liked it that way. Just wait till he eight, when he would get his first glance at where exactly babies came from.

But this is another story.

So for those who were wondering what our young hero was doing, as he was the main character of this story; you should know he was reading.

Yes, he was reading at six. And he liked it too, a lot more than getting himself all dirty at the jungle gym or falling from the monkey bars and scraping his knee. Reading was enjoyable, and it was something he could do alone and without others, and since he was usually alone, it made perfect sense that he do this.

Luxord was reading a book, sitting by himself as he flipped through the pages and staring at the bright colored pictures before playing attention to the big bold words that were typed on the bottom. He, being young and not the best at keeping close attention to himself, was reading aloud, though not entirely loud itself. He was a quiet boy after all, and he liked to refrain from gathering too much attention. Not that any of the other kids cared much for reading. A scene from reading time would show that many of his fellow classmates had better things to do than sit silently and listen to what their teacher had to say. Bodies would wriggle and kids would chuckle and giggle over the smallest things. Someone would pull someone else's hair and there would be a scream and reading time would be over and chaos would soon be unleashed in the mighty form of first graders. And Luxord would simply go to his seat and try to avoid someone biting him or yanking him the wrong way. Luxord was a wimp of a child when it came to self defense, let alone fighting, so he did himself the favor and avoided it entirely. And should you dare ask, nobody bullied him into getting his lunch money. Not only was that pure fiction, but Luxord got lunch tickets…so it would be absolutely pointless.

And so the young blonde boy closed the book, having reading all by himself in less than the thirty minutes given during lunch recess. As one could imagine, he was rather proud of himself. He had one what he would have assumed to be impossible, but it was at this very moment did Luxord feel something that a boy like him had never felt much before.

Accomplishment.

Luxord smiled happily to himself, giving him the emotional pat on the back, before coming to the realization that he was not alone anymore.

He turned to his head to the left and noticed that someone was sitting next to him on the green bench. He blinked a few times before taking notice in the others appearance, his blue eyes widening in curiosity and surprise.

She looked like a little ghost. A little ghost in blue shorts and a white flowery top, and she was smiling at him.

He couldn't help but smile back.

He wasn't afraid, for those who had made the simple, and stereotypical, presumption that Luxord was a coward. No, he was surprised, he was a tad shocked, but he was not afraid. Luxord knew this girl was alive, and he knew this girl was not something to fear, not like the ones who wanted him to get married with them and kiss, as she seemed to emit some sort of strange force telling Luxord she was nothing for him worry about. Despite the fact that she was…a girl. Luxord couldn't help but let his smile grow a bit at this fact. Then again…she might not be a girl…no…it could be possible right? Luxord glanced at her outfit and wondered if boys could wear such pretty clothes. It was just so strange to see what he was seeing. Normally girls would have long hair pulled into some sort of fashion, which this girl lacked. He had a girl face, girly clothes…but she lacked hair; and when you're a young child who was used to things being a certain way, things like this could really throw you off. Luxord looked down to her little hands and noticed the pretty pink finger nail polish that was sloppily painted on them. Yes, she was in fact a girl.

The two stared silently at each other for a few minutes. The girl spoke;

"You're really good." She smiled and blushed, resulting in Luxord to back away a bit. But he spoke back, happy to hear the compliment, and happy to have someone to talk to, though he did keep his guard somewhat high.

"Thanks," he said, looking away for a second.

"You can read all by yourself," she asked, oblivious to the question being completely rhetorical.

Luxord looked back to her and nodded his head.

"That's cool," she said. She looked to the book and then back to him, "I can read too, but not as good."

Her smile did not fade, and she seemed to look rather impressed by this.

Luxord let his guard down a bit as he saw that she made not intention of getting closer to him. When he saw that she was looking at the book he lent it to her and figured it enough.

"Thanks," she said as she passed through a few pages, not really reading through it. She looked to Luxord for a few seconds.

"What," he asked.

"Nothing," she answered, "I was just looking…"

"At what," Luxord asked.

"You."

Such an obvious answer, but seemed to satisfy Luxord nonetheless. Unfortunately this meant Luxord would have to up his guard once more. But it was now that Luxord couldn't help but stare back at her. She was rather interesting kind of person. He had never seen a girl like her in his life, and it fascinated him. He wondered whether or not she was real, that maybe she was a part of his im-mah-gin-na-shun or something along the lines of fake.

He saw her place the book on the bench. Her stared at her for a bit longer before letting his innocent urge to find answers escape him.

Luxord couldn't help himself; "you look like Casper."

The girl frowned a bit. "Casper," she asked.

Luxord nodded shi head. "Yeah," he said, "from television. You look a lot like Casper."

Her smile didn't seem to hold so well after this.

Luxord tucked his hands into between his legs and looked to the ground when he saw her facial expression telling him that she wasn't all too pleased from what he had told her. He honestly though he was saying the right thing. But after a brief pause she spoke again.

"I'm going to have really long hair soon," she said in a very proud fashion. "My mom said that since I'm done with going to the hospital, I'll be able to grow my hair out and look even prettier than what I do now."

Luxord looked to her strangely as he tried to put t he pieces together. He didn't see why the hospital would leave her without hair, and so he couldn't help but find her comment to be a bit difficult to grasp. In the end, he hadn't the slightest clue what she was talking about. He had been there several times throughout his life, no matter how short it may be, and he couldn't recall how it would have lead to him without hair. Luxord shrugged it off, taking the assumption that she was either keeping a secret from him or lying. He went with his gut and figured that she was lying.

"How come you're not with the other girls," he then asked her. Normally most of the girls her age would be playing amongst each other, playing house or dolly or something that he would hardly ever have interest in partaking in. the fact that she was not with them made him a bit confused. The very fact that she was sitting next to him, and for the longest time he had no idea that she was next to him, was still confusing him.

She looked down and her hands began to fiddle with the other.

"…they won't play with me," she finally said.

"Why not?"

"Because…," was her answer.

"Because why," Luxord asked.

"…because…that's why," she concluded, not wanting to continue the conversation. Her arms crossed and she looked away from Luxord.

Luxord felt a bit of guilt run through his chest and he couldn't help but feel a tad responsible for this. He didn't mean to upset her, and it was apparent that she was in fact upset.

"How come you're not with the other boys," she then retorted snidely. A trait that she would learn to master in the future, though this is another story as well.

Luxord was silent. Well, why didn't he play with the other children? He thought for a moment and was able to come with a simple answer.

"I don't want to," he said to her. And it was the truth. They always picked out for something that he never found interest in, and he found it so much easier to be alone where he could find comfort than have to partake in anything that he would not enjoy. It wasn't just the swings or the jungle gym; it was people as well. He wasn't very social, and it wasn't by birth defect or by force, but by simple choice. He was a peaceful kind of human, and he liked to remain in this state for as long as he could muster, not wanting to break from it and be forced to do all of that nonsense. True, he didn't like trying out new things, but that didn't mean he was afraid to. He would, once in a while, break away from his everyday routine and learn about the bigger things in his life, and he would sometimes enjoy it.

This did not make matters any better though. The young girl was not very pleased with Luxord's answer as she was hoping for him to not be able to come with an answer of his own much like her. If anything, this answer had made her even more upset, and she was not the only one aware of this either. Luxord was quick to sense that he had made matters worse, and it startled him quite a bit to realize this as he could here the sound of her muffled mutters. He had never hurt anyone before, especially not a girl. And it bothered him that this was actually happening.

He gave into the first thought that came into his head as he questioned what to do next. She was upset, so obviously she did want to be with others, but no one wanted to be with her for some reason. And although he couldn't figure out why this was so he went along and said the only thing that seemed plausible to say at the moment.

"I'll play with you," he suggested.

She turned and looked to him.

"I don't mind," he said, once again looking away from. This time he was the one blushing. A part of him wanted her to say no at this moment as he felt embarrassment pass through him. He had no idea who this strange girl was, and yet he felt compulsion to make her happy. He dare not think the word, but according to what he had been told, he was doing this because he liked her.

As if he could ever like a stupid girl.

But when he saw the smile spread across her face a feeling of even more accomplishment rose within him, and he forgot about his worries as she nodded her head. He had made her happy and for some reason this seemed to make a worlds difference.

"What's your name," she asked, her smile out and abloom.

It made Luxord feel very uncomfortable.

"…Luxord," he answered shyly, his eyes now locked to that smile that seemed to be getting closer to him ever so slowly.

"I'm Larxene," she said sticking her hand out to Luxord.

Luxord looked to the hand, letting his guard down as he wondered whether he was to shake it or to take it. He wasn't given much time to decide as Larxene soon took action and grabbed his free hand, skipping off and dragging him off. The book was to be left on the bench, and Luxord would have to pay once his teacher realized that he had left it there to be messed with by a fourth grader who figured it would be fun to rip and tear at its pages.

But at this moment Luxord could hardly care about such thing. He had been pulled away from the shade from the bench underneath the C building and was being dragged into the light where all the other children were at play. And as the sun beamed down on him he could see this girl, Larxene, and fully grasp who she was and why she was sitting next to him rather than playing with all the other girls. He could see why she was who she was and he could see what kind of person she was and would eventually become. It was in the sunlight that he saw past her pale colored skin and saw something past it, and by which I don't mean veins, nerves and muscle. And although he would end up getting a kiss on the cheek once recess was over, resulting in him breaking into a fright of screams and desperate wiping, he would eventually come to admit that this particular day was one that he would cherish forever. Even when his teacher gave him a slip to be signed by his parents, even when his parents scolded him for his irresponsibility, even when he found out that he was going to have to go without dessert; he would still look upon said day with a smile ion his face.

Because on this day Luxord had taken a step out of the ordinary and was brought out to a world where he was to do the most unthinkable. And although it would be years before he took his next step, it was the first to be of many more.

Oh yeah, and he sorta had a crush on Larxene too.

That also helped.

"Where are we going," Luxord asked Larxene as she dragged him to the grassy part of the field that still yielded green.

Larxene turned to Luxord and smiled.

"House," she said ecstatically.

Luxord frowned.

…yeah, it really did help out in the end.

So you pretty much know how this story is going to work out, or at least the basis of what will be going on.

Or do you? I do have some surprises for this story, so be a bit imaginative for what will happen later on. I know this pairing isn't the most popular, and that I should have waited a bit longer, collecting favorites and fans before posting it up, but I really wanted this story out. It's simple and it's pure at heart, something that hardly ever comes out into written words (from me).

Anyway, reviews will be appreciated, as well as pms. Any mistakes made in this story will be corrected if you could please tell me where.