A/N: My first fic here, so be nice. Updates will be, like, every other day. Central pairing is Larxion. Soooo not going to be a oneshot. Might be some yaoi, too, since we've gotta squeeze in AkuRoku for the sake of fandom and myself. Anyways…enjoy!

The Nobody's emotionless violet eyes were lowered, skimming a page of the leather-bound volume in his hands. A pallid white finger reached out and ever-so-gently lipped the right-hand page; with one swift gesture he had moved to the next, and was already repeating the process.

Zexion had always been quite a fast reader. It came from residing in the Castle's basement; "that filthy damp frog-hole", as his sadistic fellow Organization member, Larxene, would put it. An eternity spend poring over books in near-pitch darkness would likely better your peripheral – it was all an unintentional practice, as there was nothing better to do.

He, for one, enjoyed the space below Castle Oblivion – a world away from the fanatical, flirtatious, chaotic team above him. Their name was a misnomer; not one member could claim to have achieved 'organization' fully and completely for the horde of Nobodies. There was always madness somewhere in the bland white Castle.

Out of nowhere, the Cloaked Schemer felt a presence beside him and was jolted from his thoughts. If he had possessed a heart, it would have jumped in his chest; as it were, his limbs grew icy cold from shock and revelation. Then a certain rare aroma met his nose – one of toxic forbiddance and sweet desert rain…

Larxene.

"It's fucking freezing up there," she grumbled, settling herself into the cushioned arm of the ratty sofa that was Zexion's pitiful excuse for a bed – no real matter, for he rarely slept. The Schemer relaxed; unlike many of the Organization's other members, he did not fear the cold, ruthless Larxene.

"What are you doing here?"

His words were harsh – but then again, Zexion was never one for kindness. And there was nothing about his inhospitable monotone that could cause the Savage Nymph any disturbance of emotions. "Did you not just hear me, emo-fag? The heat's broken. I'm not moving."

Zexion rolled his eyes, then focused back on his book. "Didn't say you had to."

Larxene sat in silence, obviously trying to produce a comeback of equal nonchalance and attitude. Her companion paid little, if no attention.

"Why – ?" she began, then stopped, obviously thinking better of it. Her presence annoyed Zexion. Every time she leaned closer, he felt a faint ache in his chest, like something tearing at the inner flesh but from miles away, where he could hardly feel it. The Nobody brushed it off as nothing more than some kind of alien allergy.

Eventually the pain intensified slightly, and he found himself broken from the silent spell woven over his reading. He turned to her, blue-grey hair framing and interrupting his face, half-hiding the irritated scowl. "If you're going to be down her, could you at least find some way to occupy yourself?" Zexion broke out, glaring at her.

Larxene beamed in amusement. "Most certainly, your Superiority," she purred, exaggeratedly lowering her head in a mock bow. With a sudden flash, her spectral hand-knives were out, and before Zexion could stop her, had left her slim golden hands and buried themselves deep in the basement wall opposite the two of them…after smashing two of Vexen's potion-filled vials.

For a split second the red and green substances trickled beyond the limit of the broken glass, before running and mixing together, like salt into a wound. There was a faint hissing and the premontion of an explosion.

"Get down, faghead!" Larxene cried; though her words were expected, her tone was unusual, and as she grabbed Zexion's hand and pulled him downward, out of the path of atomic glass, he felt that faint irritation in his chest again, stronger than before.

If they managed to survive the night, it would be quite a long night indeed.

A/N: Ugh. Know that was terrible. Sorry. This will turn into something, I promise! That would be a totally crappy oneshot, and this place needs more Larxion anyway, so I might as well give it a plot. Review, and you'll get more. Don't review, and…uh…you'll prolly get more anyway, since I have no life.