Quick summary so as not to forget: Larxene's final year of high school, senior year baby! But what happens when the new redhead arrives and sets her mind aflame? Larxene x Axel
The Devil's Dance Floor
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Disney, Square Enix, Axel, Larxene, Demyx, Zexion, or the united states of america! Those go to their respectful owners.
The last year. They always said that it's the most tearful, or you'll never forget it, it's your best year, or you can't wait for it to end. For Larxene, it was the final option; she was ready to get through with this dump and onto a broaden horizon with a lot more colors. The girl had spent a good portion of just seeing black and white. The therapist that mommy and daddy had bought for her had always suggested more colors beyond the green and white that her school uniform offered. And that's what she wanted. Of course, she had never mentioned it to her parents. They had a plan already set out for her.
Larxene was your average teenage high school student… For the most part. She had great grades, kept them great too. She was a great writer of poetry and short stories. She was cute, if not a little sexy. And, of course, her parents gave her whatever she wanted 99.9% of the time. The girl was what most would consider Miss Perfection. But deep down, Larxene called herself imperfection; she had but only one friend in this entire school, town even, but she was happy with that. Demyx, her homosexual companion, was the only friend she would ever need. The problem was the stress she felt at trying to live up to parental and teacher expectation while keeping her grades perfect so that she would be able to go to that perfect college and commence with her perfect life. But she had such a great frontal image, who would be able to tell that?
Perfect little teeth bit into her bottom lip while sharp aqua eyes looked left down the road, and then right, making sure nothing bigger and faster than her was coming up before she set her black Mary Jane onto the pedal of her bright blue, sleek Jaguar and began crossing the lane. Those same eyes then shifted down to the stereo of her dash, looking to the glowing red digital numbers that would reveal the time. 8:30? She was going to be on time for once! A smile was brought to Larxene's pretty pink lips at the thought of actually getting to the school without worrying about tardiness. Her parents had warned her that the next time she was tardy, they would be taking away a few driving privileges. Something the teenager was not willing to live without.
Unfortunately, the teen's head was so wrapped around getting there on time that she hadn't caught sight of the black, beat up Mercedes Benz suddenly whipped around a curve and heading her way. The only thing that had tipped her off was the sound of an engine wheezing and a horn screaming at her to get out the way. With widened optics and a gasp, her head lifted before she rushed herself to the other side of the street, the old junky whipping by her and continuing on it's merry way. It sure had moved quickly for an old piece of scrap!
A sudden case of road rage began taking over her body and Larxene let out a low growl before pressing her foot to the pedal again. She wasn't going to let that ugly piece of crap make her late! Though she would show her dislike for the thing on her way there by mumbling a few colorful words under her breath.
"Piece of shit Benz that needs a new paintjob. Damn dumbass driver that doesn't know what they're doing. No consideration for other drivers. AT ALL!" The girl hissed through her teeth as she finally pulled into the school's drive way, ignoring the large brick walls of Ultimate Kingdom High. UKH. One of the best school's that mommy and daddy's money could have bought the blonde haired female. She swung the steering wheel around, making a right and pulling into the school's parking lot and parked the Bug into her designated parking space. Making sure her appearance was fine and that her cheeks hadn't became too fired up in her anger, that no hair was out of place within her short strands of blonde and that her quirky little antenna were still holding at the right angle, she crawled out of the vehicle and stepped onto the lot, slamming the car door behind her.
"Uh oh, you seem angry. Should I run away while I still can?" A higher pitched masculine voice had called behind her. Her face had scrunched up in anger and she had turned around to face the owner, only to see that it was just a boy, a head taller than her, adorned in a male's version of the school uniform she wore with a dirty blond spiked up mullet. Yes, mullets were definitely not the latest-style of hair right now, but somehow this little twink made it work. Demyx was a music oriented person and was able to play many instruments, usually of the string and piano variety. But just because he could play a tune on an instrument didn't mean he always had the lyrics down. That's usually where Larxene or Zexion came in.
Beside the blond boy was another who was much shorter. One could go as far as to say that the boy was an inch or two shorter than Larxene. Much like Demyx he wore the same uniform, except he kept his upper body covered by a black jacket with it's many chains interlacing the sleeves and hood instead of a regular draw string made of yarn with a hair of deepest blue that he liked to have covering the right side of his face; the emo type as she liked to say. Though it was sort of hard for the boy to pull of being emo, as he had a tan. Not quite as dark as the musician's skin, mind you! But it was darker than Larxene's. Zexion, who was Demyx's definite closet boyfriend, was the more quieter of the two who usually kept to himself in public and always wore a stoic expression. The male never cracked a smile, but instead smirked when he thought something was amusing. Our heroine didn't know much about him and wasn't as close to him as her homosexual companion, but she did happen to share an AP English class with him where they usually sat together in silence and shared notes, homework, the like.
"Oh. Hey Demyx." Larxene greeted the blond, her face losing it's pinched expression. "Hello, Zexion." She inclined her head to the other boy in greeting. A bitter little smile had taken her pink lips and she had calmed down a smidgeon at the sight of her two companions. "Consider yourself very lucky, you twink-ass. If you had been someone else, I'd give you a very pleasant greeting." She said to the two males in a teasing tone, her nose wrinkling and making her seem younger than she actually was. Which was hard, considering she was at least five feet and six inches.
"What happened, Larxene? You seem a bit flustered." Zexion asked softly, his face keeping that stoic expression except for the left, thin blue eyebrow that had perked itself up high in question.
"Oh nothing." Larxene said nonchalantly, adjusting her black canvas messenger bag onto her shoulder as she leaned against the side of her Jaguar. "Just some people don't know how to drive. This punk in a piece of crap car almost ran me over!" She cried out, her delicate little foot slamming against the ground beneath her in her fit of outrage. Some other students who were trying to make their way to the school turned to catch a sight of the little outburst, but were ignored.
A hand flew to Demyx's mouth in seriousness of his friend's words. "No way!" Whether he was being serious or mocking her, no one was sure. Except for maybe Zexion, who instead of sympathizing, snorted in laughter.
"Yes! If I ever see the punk driving the junk heap on wheels, I'm giving them a foot up their ass!" She cried out, removing herself from the vehicle and starting to walk away, starting up the path that lead from the parking lot and up to the high school. Demyx had been walking right beside her, but for some odd reason, Zexion was walking a bit slower than the two, his hands deep within the pockets of his plaid green pants while his own dull blue eyes seemed to be surveying the parking lot.
"Larxene, was the car black?" He asked, his deep and monotonous voice somehow carrying over the sound of a wheezing engine.
Larxene blinked, a thin white brow arching in suspicion, but she wasn't bothering to turn to look at the boybehind her. "Yeah. Really old car. Why?"
Zexion seemed to be contemplating on the answer until he had shrugged his shoulders and spoke. "I believe I may have found your," his small hands were pulled from his pockets and he used his index and middle fingers to make air-quotes, "punk."
"What?" The blonde haired girl whirled around to face the smaller male, who was looking to a black 1987 Mercedes Benz that suddenly drove past them. Her sharp aqua hues flashing with a sudden anger while they followed the car's movement as it found a random parking space and took it, which Kairi was sure would anger the space's owner later.
Larxene stared in disbelief at the old, worn out car that she could have almost swore had followed her to school. Was this a message from a deity up above? It very well could have been. The wheezing engine stopped suddenly, the shuddering metal growing still as it seemed to cough a puff of black smoke from it's tail pipe and rolled back about an inch as if the driver had let go of the brake.
"Well…" Demyx mumbled, leaning closer to Zexion and taking one of the boy's chains into his fingers, twirling it slowly. His own sea blue optics were glued to the car before them. "What are you gonna do about that, Larxene?" He asked, almost as if to egg the girl's anger on. Not that he really wanted to, because she would usually take it out on him later. But it was always fun to see her riled up like this.
Larxene had been quiet for the most part, as if unable to believe the nerve of this maniac who surely, she thought, needed their license confiscated and destroyed. She had tried to stay calm and sift through her thoughts, which was no easy feat for her to accomplish! But the blond seemed to snap her out of her thoughts and made her realize what she needed to do.
"I'm going to kick their ass." She said quickly, dropping her messenger bag on the walk for one of them to pick up as she started at a brisk pace toward the Mercedes. Oh, the kicking she would give! One of anger and hate and the need to make herself feel better this morning!
Her Mary Janes clicked against the pavement as she made her way to the car, her normally pale cheeks beginning to take on a rosy hue as she got closer. She was just inches, now, a hand raised and prepared to knock on the tinted glass window before the driver's door suddenly swung open on creaking hinges. One green and white plaid pant leg covering one very lanky leg stepped out from the car, and then another before one rather tall body crawled out from the vehicle, wearing a copy of what Demyx and Zexion seemed to be wearing, but instead had a green jacket encasing his thin torso. A new student? Larxene surely hadn't expected that. Her lifted hand had changed and bawled into a fist, her index finger jutting out from her ball of a hand while her lips had parted to prepare for some strong choice of words before her eyes slowly trailed up. She blinked.
"Can I help you?" A warm voice full of sarcasm and cockiness asked the girl, who happened to be just a head shorter. The boy was close to six feet! Making her bite her lip, she noticed the long spikes of bright red going back from his head that stood out so much against his pale skin and emerald green eyes which had thin black triangles trailing underneath them. Between his pale and thin lips was a lit cigarette, a thin trail of smoke rising from it's burning end and a silver Zippo lighter was clutched tightly in one of his leather-gloved hands. She wanted to punch those lips. Among other things… Larxene was giving the male a full once-over again, Demyx and Zexion had been left waiting on the walk, one waiting nervously for their friend while the other seemed to find this about as amusing as Algebra. Too bad she didn't realize that this was the boy she wanted to take home to her parents.
She cleared her throat and then spoke. "I think you owe me an apology." She said, her voice stern and her fist dropping beside her.
The boy let out an amused chuckle, his free hand lifting to remove the cigarette from his lips before exhaling a cloud of smoke in Larxene's face, who tried to wave it away without a care. "Excuse me?" He question in mock disbelief. "You think I owe you an apology?" He slipped the lighter into his pocket and quickly finished his cigarette before dropping it to the asphalt below and stomping it out with the toes of his black boots. "And what did I do to deserve this?" He asked, making this sound like a punishment. Oh the nerve!
The arrogant attitude seemed to slap some sense into the girl and she growled. "Your piece of junk on wheels almost ran me over!" Larxene cried out, her finger pointing to the black car behind the male in an accusatory fashion.
An expression of hurt flashed onto that pretty face and his hand reached back to pet the hood of the car as if it were a prize possession. "Naw, baby, she didn't mean it, you're beautiful." He crooned to it. Larxene's aqua optics merely gave the boy a glare that could kill while he pet the car like a cat… Or a woman. Was this guy 'special'? Like. Smiling Sam special?
"I did no such thing." He said, his expression of hurt falling from his face while his lips took on that smirk again and his eyes flashed with excitement. Was he enjoying this?
"Yes you did! I was the blue Jaguar, you jerk!" The blonde antennae'd girl had been about to go off in a full tantrum when the sound of a bell resounded from the large brick building up the hill from them.
"Larxene, we're going to be late!" Demyx called out, twisting the strap of Larxene's bag in his hands in a slightly nervous fashion.
There goes being on time. Damn it. A sigh escaped her pink cupid's bow lips while the boy simply laughed in a taunting manner, waving his hands toward the school. "Better get goin'. Don't wanna be late."
Her aqua hues glared daggers at him once again, this usually being a hint of danger to her prey. "I'll deal with you later, jerk." She murmured, turning from him and heading back to Demyx and Zexion, her Mary Janes stomping every step of the way.
"Don't keep me waiting!" That cocky voice called back, making Larxene flip him the bird while she took her bag from Demyx and shrugged it onto her shoulder while they all began hustling up the hill. She wasn't quite sure who the hell this guy was, but one thing she was just oh so sure about, was that he would regret trying to play with her. Or so she thinks…
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Well? What do you think will happen to our dear heroine? I smell a love/hate romance, though, dunno about you. C: Leave me some ideas and suggestions about what I should do with this! I need ideas on pairings and couples, cliques, and teachers, if you don't mind.
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