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Marluxia closed his eyes slowly. He tried mediating in a field of flowers but that didn't help. He couldn't make the feelings go away...the feelings he had for the Savage Nymph. What man could ask for more? Spunky, cruel , same interests, blond hair, pretty face, great body...oh GOD, Marluxia, the Graceful Assassin for petes sake! The Assassin! Assassins where not supposed to fell anything, and he was a nobody so he shouldn't be feeling ANYTHING! But alas, he couldn't help himself fall for the girl.
He decided that disregard was the best way to go, he would be disregarded by Larxene and he could, hopefully, get over this infatuation. He summoned up a bouquet of the sweetest smelling flowers and teleported himself to her bedroom door. "Larxene." he called. She poked her head out of the door.
"What do you want?" she asked, impatiently.
"Well." He started. He whipped out the bouquet. "Larxene...i have feelings for you." He announced calmly. She blushed.
"Uhhhhh...Marluxia...come here." She told him, he walked closer and she opened the door. Demyx sat on the bed, stark naked.
"Uhhh... this is awkward ha Marluxia." He said, smiling a bit awkwardly.
Marluxia blushed madly. "It is...um good by." He said and departed, the blush still there.
Larxene smiled and busted out laughing. "I can't believe he fell for that." She said.
"Yeah, I know." He said and they met half way. They began to kiss passionately. Demyx, being naked, started something more mature. Larxene was impressed and that morning they woke up happy. Demyx woke up first and got dressed quickly. He materialized his sitar and began to strum a love song to the Nymph. He even sung a few bars.
Oh baby
You strike me like lightning
Your love is sharper then a blade
I will die fighting
For you
Baby
It wasn't a good song, he was still working on it but what the heck...he never sang anyways. He kissed her cheek softly and vanished from her room. Larxene had been awake the entire time and loved the fact that she song for him.