This room is so damn grey. Even though there are a lot of windows, it's still grey. The floors, the walls, the tables- everything is the same damn shade of blue-grey. Personally, I think grey's okay but haven't they heard of too much of a good thing?
I'm the only one here. It's kinda quiet but whatever. More couch space for me. The quietness is even sorta grey. If that makes sense, which it probably doesn't. Whatever.
So here I am. Alone in a big, quiet, poorly-decorated room. Fun. I don't even know what I'm doing here. Actually, I do. I don't have any missions today and I was feeling sorta claustrophobic in my room. I hate my room. It's the same damn shade of grey as everything else in this hellhole.
I'm really starting to hate the color grey.
There are footsteps. It's probably just Saïx telling me to go do something. Whatever.
My heart beat quickens. It's not Saïx at all. It's Axel. He walks in and looks around the room.
"H-hey Axel," I manage. He turns and looks sorta surprised to see me.
"Oh, hey, Larxene," he says. My heart skips a beat. He continued to look around the room, completely oblivious to my current state.
"Looking for something?" I ask. My voice comes out much higher than usual. He turns again to look at me. I can feel his green eyes look into mine. I think I'm blushing. Oh, jeez.
"Have you seen Roxas?" he asks. My heart skips a beat again but this time it wasn't for a good reason.
"Oh," I say. Roxas. "No, I haven't seen him," Axel nods and starts to walk out.
"Bye!" I call out, a little too loudly. Axel turns around and smiles a little.
"Bye," he says before walking out. Even though he's gone, my heartbeat is still abnormally fast. Axel.
My mind flashes back to who he was looking for. Roxas. Roxas. Roxas! What made him so damn important?! Before him, Axel and I would talk all the time. We were friends, maybe even more! But now it was all Roxas, Roxas, Roxas!
And that thing too. Xion was her name but she didn't even seem alive. She never talked and always had her hood up. She may be a keyblade bearer but she probably doesn't even do anything!
And yet, those two seemed to be the only things that Axel cared about these days. But, why them?! What made them special? Why did Axel prefer them?
I slump down on the stiff couch. Why? Why them? What's wrong with me? Actually, I think I know.
It's just…me. My personality isn't exactly, well, pleasant. Yes, I'll admit it. I was sarcastic, short-tempered, distant and rather mean-spirited at times. But I was more than that. I can be sensitive and funny and loyal and whatever!
But no one knows that, of course. I liked it that way. That other side of me was weak. I had to be strong. Since Xion doesn't really count as a person, I was the only girl around here and let me tell you, it's not that easy. Really, the only way to deal is to be strong like the guys,
I had even become notorious for being like that. And I even heard Xigbar tell Luxord how cranky I was on our mission the other day. And I was so not cranky! I mean, I was perfectly normal. I also heard them refer to me as the "Queen of Ice". Like, what's that supposed to mean?! I don't mind being called a queen but the Queen of Ice? So, I come off as a little cold and standoffish some of the time but it's not like I'm so mean that I need a nickname.
But, maybe it's better this way. That way they wouldn't see my weak side. Hm, the Queen of Ice? Hm. It actually doesn't sound that bad. The Queen of Ice. Larxene, the Queen of Ice. Hm, not bad.
The only bad thing is that ice reminds me of grey, for some reason. I hate grey.
