I felt like writing a Zexiné fic :] SO I DID :3 I'll update it every day, it's not THAT long.
I do not own Kingdom Hearts
"No, no, her nose is a little wider.." Naminé giggled. Zexion smirked and waved a hand over his lexicon. The shimmering figure of Larxene stood before the two, stuck in a cocky pose. Her hand was on her head as if she was smoothing her hair back. Larxene seemed to twirl for a moment, shimmering lights surrounding her. When the Savage Nymph faced Naminé again, her face was locked in the same deadly stare - but her nose seemed far too large in proportion to the rest of her face.
"Naminé.." Zexion breathed. His voice slurred slightly.
"I'm sorry, I know. You're tiring. It's just fun." Naminé giggled and wrapped her arm around Zexion, who had to crouch slightly for her hand to reach past his neck. Her cool fingers brushed against his heavy hair, winding themselves through it. Zexion's face creased with worry - she was breaking his focus with her heavenly touch.
"It's ready."
Naminé nodded and smiled, taking her hand away from his shoulders. While her back was turned Zexion rubbed his cheek against his shoulder and inhaled.
Larxene's smirk didn't falter when Naminé touched her shoulder with a grin. In fact, when the room became Larxene's chamber, the smirk widened.
"And what gives you the impression you are welcome here?" Larxene chimed. Naminé hated Larxene's voice. She knew Nobodies couldn't hate.. but then what was this irritation that swelled up in her whenever she heard or saw the woman?
"Answer me, you little tart."
From behind Naminé Zexion winced. Maybe he had gone too far with calling Naminé a tart.
"Tart? I'll tell you who's a tart!" Naminé barked. The illusion stepped back slightly with a surprised look on its face. Naminé glanced back at Zexion with a nervous grin. He nodded, forcing a weak smile. It was taking a fair bit out of him - Naminé wouldn't have noticed, but the texturing on Larxene's wall was flickering.
"You're so mean, always pushing me around! Zexion's the only person in this Castle who's nice to me.. maybe Axel.. but everyone else makes this place so much worse! I hope Sora and his friends find you out for the awful person you are and they hurt you!"
Such anger from such a petite girl, Zexion thought. He knew Naminé harboured ill feelings for Larxene - that's the reason she had asked him to do this for her in the first place. She wanted her chance to get back at the sadist. Zexion couldn't help but wonder if he was rubbing off on her. The last thing he wanted was to turn her into an emotionless schemer like himself - wait, not emotionless. No.. the girl was rubbing off on him even. He felt more gentle around her. It was strange.
"Um, Zexion.."
"Yes?"
"She's acting funny."
Zexion looked up through his steel blue fringe and moaned. His illusions had never done this before - Larxene was raising her hand and slapping the air above Naminé's head with a strange look on her face. Naminé ducked whenever the illusion swiped at her and Zexion walked forwards, sheltering her under his cloaked arm.
"There is no reason to be afraid. It's not real."
"What if something's going wrong?"
"That isn't possible. Calm yourself."
Naminé clung to his cloak, the previous courage melting away. "Something's not right."
Zexion waved his hand out, his fingers passing through Larxene's cheek. In an instant both the bedchamber and Larxene disappeared, leaving Zexion and Naminé alone together in the room.
"It's fine now."
"No.."
"Naminé.." Zexion sighed.
"She's here." Naminé squeaked. Zexion stiffened and gently pushed Naminé behind him. The girl wasn't even visible behind his tall figure. She tried to peek out from behind him, but Zexion shifted.
"Don't," he murmured.
Click
Click
Click
Larxene didn't even wear high heels. Most members of the Organization assumed that she did, but Axel had debunked their claims when he said they were merely boots (and that Larxene preferred to keep them on when having sex). She didn't wear high heels, but still when she walked there seemed to be an ominous click click click to it. Naminé whimpered.
"In a town in the woods at the top of a hill, there's a house where no one lives~"
Click.
"So you take a big bag of your big city money there and buy it."
Click.
"But at night, when the house is dark and you're all alone, there's a noise upstairs. At the top of the stairs, there's a door."
Click.
"And you take a deep breath and try it."
Larxene turned the corner of the hallway and leaned against the open doorway.
"Well, hello there, Six."
Zexion bowed his head slightly.
Keep walking, Larxene. Keep walking.
"You wouldn't happen to have seen our little artist around, would you~?"
"Can't say I have."
Larxene ran her eyes over him.
"Well, Ienzo.."
"Zexion."
"Oh, how important are names, really? They let us pretend we have meaning, no? Like we're our own person. You and I both know that's bullshit." Zexion winced. As she was talking Larxene had crossed the room with a flash, uttering her last word so close to him that he could feel her breath against his upper lip. "Being our own person is overrated, is it not? I'd say joining with another is far more enjoyable.."
Her hand was winding its way down to his lower back. Zexion had a split second window to push her back before her fingers would have brushed Naminé's face.
And he took it.
"Take your hands away from me." He pushed carefully but still forcefully at her shoulders, causing her to stumble back. "I'm not interested."
"Shame~" Larxene whined. "Perhaps Axel will be." Her boots clicked against the floor as she began to leave.
"Perhaps," Zexion muttered. His hand was behind his back, lightly stroking at Naminé's cheek. He felt dirty now that Larxene had come so close to him.
Bitch.
At least he had spared Naminé a beating.
"And another thing, about the Riku boy." Larxene said, turning. "Make it slo - "
Her eyes caught on the pair of blue sandals she had spotted between Zexion's feet.
"You bastard." She growled. "You've been protecting that little whore, haven't you?"
"Leave him alone!" Naminé squeaked from behind him.
Larxene cloak twirled about her feet. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, kunai appearing between her fingers. Zexion glanced over to his side. If he reached for his lexicon, that would leave Naminé vulnerable, but if he didn't he would -
Zzzztt
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