A/N: On a whim, I decided to write this. But I'll keep up with it. I've always wondered how Larxene coped with the conditions she was under while in the Organization: the ONLY female in the ranks, as well as the lowest in rank (Roxas doesn't shown up yet for quite a while, remember?) Well, enjoy.
The young woman eyed her surroundings with cold wariness and taut suspicion; she sensed the tension around the massive circular room crackling like brittle lightning. Her blue eyes flicked from cloaked figure to cloaked figure, somehow knowing that they were all males. The white-washed walls sickened her, the black figures a stark contrast to it all, making one feel forced to put their eyes to them. She felt intensely scrutinized underneath her ragged dark clothing, plucked from the world where she had been wandering as a mere vagrant. Her razor blond antenna strands swished as she snapped her head to a sudden, miniscule sound to her left, high above. A man had leapt to his feet, and he threw his hood off; the woman caught the long blue hair that flooded down, as well as the X-shaped scar on his face, between his eyes that shown with wolfish gold. He glared angrily at the man who was throned with the highest seat in the room.
"A WOMAN has been brought into this Organization?!" the savage man snarled, outraged. "How could you allow this?!"
Murmurs of suppressed uproar began being uttered at that initiation. The woman turned her head to survey her left, where a young man had leaned forward, snickering down at her. His shock of red hair was a dead surprise to her.
"Well, it depends," the young man laughed, shaking his mane of hair that rose like a flame. "What's she good for?"
Another young man, this time with a dirty-blond mullet, muttered, "Well, that's why she was brought in: to see what she's got."
The other man sniffed. "I can think of a few things." He sat back to let his elusive remark sink into the woman's skin.
She glared fiercely at the insolent man, who smirked smugly at her. All she could do was grit her teeth in seething fury, which boiled and itched under her pale skin, like scarabs nipping at her veins. Her knuckles were white from her fists clenched so tightly, and her body trembled with dull yet mentally sharp anger.
"That is enough," came the clear command; the cloaked figure from the highest chair rose up, and instantly everyone in the vicinity quieted and seated themselves properly. "You were all new to this Organization once, this situation is no different for our newest member."
"But a woman!" The blue-haired man again. "We are to instill fear in the hearts of everyone! We cannot take in a weakling like this!" he snapped viciously, pointing an accusing finger down at the woman. His rage bubbled when the woman returned his glare with a leer of her own. "I'll flay you!" he roared, prepared to leap down.
"Stop."
The blue-haired man stopped immediately and seated himself, hanging his head in what looked like shame.
The man who had said this took off his hood to let his silver hair tumble down. His amber eyes were fixated on the newest recruit as he rumbled, "You are a shell of your former self, as we all are. All you have now is your former name, which you can barely recall now." He waved his hand in the air. "We shall strip you of your name, so that you may reemerge as the new you."
For the first time the woman spoke. Raising her chin to stare at the man who was obviously the leader, she said icily, "You may strip me of my name, but what is a name to me? I am nothing in this world, nor any other." Her eyes swept around the room as she turned around with grace. "As the same goes for you all," she growled.
"Call us insignificant?!" a muscular man spat, long braided locks of black hair leaping about as an alien wind stirred his cloak. "We are the Organization, woman!" His violet eyes blazed as he cried, "A group who do not need the likes of you!"
"And what are the likes of me?" she returned. "I am the same as you all."
The big man clenched and unclenched his fists as he bared his teeth in a snarl.
"Mm," the redhead rumbled. "Lovely word-play."
Her head whipped to fire a stinging retort, when the amber-eyed man addressed the room's occupants again. "She is here, and that is that," he growled. His words, so heavy with finality, silenced even the blue-haired man.
"Besides," the redhead smirked, "there's a few closet women in this room, too." His green eyes pointedly caught the eyes of a pink-haired man and that of the man with the mullet. The former bristled angrily and glared at the jibing man, blue eyes glittering with hostility. The other young man simply focused on his legs, which were deliberately dangling over the edge of his chair. "What difference does is make?" the redhead went on, smiling smugly at the reactions he got. "So long as she can roll with the pack." His emerald eyes flashed at the woman. "Roll with the pack," he purred, "or get left behind."
The young woman made an expression of disgust at him, when movements of light caught her eye. She looked in front of her to see letters of limpid blue smoking around her. After a second's survey, she realized that they were the letters of her name. The letters ghosted through her being before dancing and swirling around her body, finally coming to stop in front of her, but with a noticeable change: a large X was weaving through her name, which was rearranging itself. With a miniscule flash, the woman found her rearranged name frozen in front of her, the X right in the middle.
Larxene.
"The you that is no more has risen to become this new you."
Larxene looked up at the silver-haired man, blue eyes still. "Then I am to reside here," she said simply.
"Yes," the man answered softly. "Not only are you nothing, as you so say, you are nobody."
Larxene blinked suspiciously.
"A being devoid of the heart you were born with," the man said, his amber gaze burning.
"Unable to truly experience real emotions anymore," an older man with long, sand-colored hair added coldly.
"You are an empty vessel," came the soft yet solid tone a young man with silver-blue hair. "What's left of what shouldn't be anymore."
Larxene said nothing, only communicated her understanding through the barren wasteland of her cold blue eyes.
A/N: This was just the whole intro, so I thought it might be at least a little significant...
