Larxene. Was. Bored. There were several signs. Firstly, she wasn't eating her tuna sub with as much vigor as she had when it was first handed to her in a rather greasy bag. Roxas simply pulled out his sandwich and dumped the bag on the table, earning a glare from the older blonde. It lay, smelling, halfway eaten in the crumpled silver paper. Her drink, a Shirley temple, was mostly finished and water collecting around its base.
There was a single costumer in TJ Max, one of the two copying places in town. That's not to say that there was a lack of employees, only two people were working. Technically, they weren't working at all, but you get the idea.
Axel and Marluxia had taken a lunch break. Except there are no lunch breaks, so Larxene was bribed to stay behind with a free sub and her favorite drink. It was sent back with Roxas, the youngest and newest person on staff. At sixteen, he only worked part-time, but he was still forced to do most of the work. Roxas was probably the most competent, so it was best he did the work anyway. Axel tended to cut far too many corners, Marluxia would have pushed it on someone else and Larxene would have solved it with a zap from her taser.
Larxene didn't like him. She didn't like a majority of the staff really, but Roxas she especially disliked. Mostly because Axels attention was diverted away from her, which meant less chance for… 'promotions'. Most teenagers were prey to her sarcasm; it was all the drama they caused that bothered her. Maybe it was the ripped jeans, cut with a knife that bothered her. He destroyed his clothes to look cool? Fuck that.
Larxene didn't need to be cool. Larxene had a taser. Larxene has been in prison. Larxene sleeps with her boss.
"Excuse me." It was the man in the store. He looked retarded, with greasy hair that hung down like it was wet, and a goofy expression on his face. Lets just call him Goofy. "But the printer seems to be jammed…"
"ROXAS." Larxene cried, making Goofy cringe slightly. She didn't suppress a smirk at his reaction, or the sound of something being knocked over as Roxas bolted to her side. "Printer jam." Her voice lowered. "Or something. I dunno…" He only nodded and walked the length of the counter, passing through the only way behind it and following Goofy to the printer. Thoughtfully, Larxene sucked the last bit of juice from her drink and tossed it in the trash. Flipping open her cell phone, she hit the speed dial for Axel. In the silence she attempted to try and hear it ring from the coffee shop next door.
"Hello?" A voice said on the other line.
"Fuckface." Larxene said, a standard greeting.
"I love you too." Axel mocked, taking on a hurt tone.
"It's a tragedy." Larxene said, ignoring him. "I'm thirsty. Get me some coffee."
"B-but!" Axel whined in the high pitched voice he saved for sarcasm and stupidity. Strangely enough, he managed to meld those two together. That's just the kind of guy Axel was. "We've got ten minutes left!"
"You're right fucking next door." Larxene answered, spitting her gum on the floor and kicking it under the counter. Any normal person would simply hang up the phone, but oh no, Axel was a man of saintly patience. He'd have to be to be roommates with Larxene. Technically, the apartment was her's, but he showed up from time to time(every day) and glued himself to her couch, getting drunk, getting busy, or sometimes both. Lately however, He's been showing up only five days a week as opposed to his usual, all the time.
"But Lar-lar." Larxene twitched at the nickname, Axel continued "I'll have to BUY your drink, BRING it to you, suffer your INTENSE emotional scarring, walk BACK here, and enjoy the rest of my break."
"Five minutes."
"Eh?"
"Until your 'break' is over."
"…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." Axel yelled, causing Larxene to pull the phone from her ear. She snorted, she could hear him from the coffee shop next door, pressing the off button mid word and snapping the phone shut. The voice continued, though somewhat softer, from next door.
Roxas lifted his head from the printer and glanced at her for a moment before standing up and he spoke, "It's fixed."
"Whah thank you, ahyuck." Said the man, taking the printed paper in his hand and making his way to the fax machine, placing the paper in it and pressing the button. When this was complete he shoved the paper in his pocket and left the store. Roxas wiped his hands on his torn jeans the second Goofy turned around. Making his way to the counter, he resting his hands on the blue surface and watched him go.
"His ass." Roxas said the second the door was shut.
"What?"
"That picture he faxed. It was of his ass."
Larxene shivered. She did not need to know that, as she tossed her remaining lunch in the garbage. She couldn't eat anyway, at the thought of… wait. When did he get a picture of his ass anyways? He'd need a scanner. There was only one other copy place in town… She smirked. "I almost feel bad for them."
QuickCopy was a rival. Competent, kind and actually functional it posed a serious threat to TJ Maxxx, the place Larxene called her home for almost two years. She had once been subjected to the same torment Roxas now underwent, but it was nipped in the bud when she pulled out her taser. And there's always the whole, "Sleeps-with-Axel" thing.
A loud screech pulled Larxene from her reverie. Her head turned immediately to the windowed wall, …oh god. The man, Goofy was outside. Not just outside. Under a car. His head was crushed, blood splattered on the pavement, the road, the car... The scene etched itself into Larxene's mind as her knees gave way and she re-experienced her tuna sub all over the grimy floors of the TJ Maxx.
In the end, Roxas had to clean it up.
"Feeling better there pukey?" Larxene twitched in her corner, turning away from her coworker. She sat in the 'back', which was really just a small hallway. You turned a corner and there was a table with five chairs and a stool in the corner, a small TV resting on it. There were three doors on the left; one led to a storage closet, the other two were the offices of Xemnas and Marluxia, owner and manager respectively. Xemnas owned the place, but didn't really work there. Just collected money from their 'work'.
"Shut up." She said darkly, pressing her cheek against the cool, slick surface of the wall.
"Awww, lar-lar feeling down?" Axel laughed, sitting by her side and slinging his arm over her shoulder, making her twitch again.
"I hate you." She murmured, distracted by Axel's lips against her neck.
"Mmmhmm." He answered, smiling sadistically as she shivered under his touch. He pulled his head away, planting a kiss on her cheek. "I love you Lar-lar." He said sweetly, earning her palm to his face and shoving him off her. With her sleeve she wiped the saliva from her cheek and made her way back to the counter.
"Wait, Larxene!" Axel said hastily, ignoring his dizziness and scrambling to his feet. "You might want to leave out the back…" Larxene blinked, processing what he said. It had been three hours since the man had been killed. Surely they were done by now. "I mean." His voice lowered. "We're closing early. Marluxia says it's because of all the commotion that it's best." A toothy grin appeared on his face. "But you know what I found out?"
"What?" Larxene asked dryly, taking a seat in one of the cheap plastic chairs.
"That dude, he was friends with the QuickCopy fuckers." Larxene's mouth fell open slightly, piecing it together. They sent him over here to fuck with them? "Exactly." Axel licked his lips in anticipation. "Demyx and me were planning on having some fun with them. With bricks." His smile grew wider. "Wanna come?"
"…Whose car?" She asked stiffly. Larxene knew were the line was drawn. License plates could be tracked and faces remembered. Especially since TJ Maxxx was bitter rivals with QuickCopy, and they didn't have the best reputation.
"Did you see that hideous truck out front?" Larxene nodded, it had been there when Axel and Marluxia were on break. It was horribly ugly, with dark green paint peeling and half rusted. "We'll be doing them a favor by taking it." A smile formed on the blonde's lips, and she nodded again.
"I'm sure they're insured." She stood up and brushed past the redhead, shoving open the back door and cringing in the sunlight. "Fuck. It's bright." Axel shoved something in her hand, a scrunchie and a pair of shades. Disguise in its lamest form, but who cared? She tied her hair in the horribly bright blue thing and slipped on the shades, her eyes were adjusted to the sun now anyways.
"Lookin' good there, Sparky!" Larxene had waaaay too many nicknames. Nevertheless she looked up to see that there, on the roof of the small building, was Demyx. He was clad in a gaudy blue shirt and brown vest, looking almost like a cowboy. Swallowing a laugh, she began to climb the ladder that was only for being doing electrical work and crap, fully aware of Axel staring up her skirt on the way up.
"So… how we getting back down?" Larxene looked over the side, down on the sidewalk and road. There was a dark stain were the man's head had been crushed, but there were no other signs of it. "And why didn't we just use the front door?'
"Where's your sense of adventure, Lar-lar?" Axel asked, laughing. "We're going to jump, of course."
Larxene smacked him.
"NO." Images of bodies, her's, Demyx', and Axel's lining the street, mangled and bloody filled her mind.
"I'll jump first, then you, then Demyx." Axel explained, rubbing his cheek. Larxene nodded stiffly, still not sure. Larxene has been stabbed, shot, tasered, bitten and groped, but Larxene did not like falling. You could almost go as far as saying the disliked it. But as she was mulling it over, Demyx was already beginning to lower Axel over the side. She snapped back into life, crying out.
"What the—" But it was too late. Demyx let go of Axel's hands. Rushing to the side, she caught a glimpse of Axel landing on his feet, the impact knocking him off his balance and he fell over, landing on hands and knees. It was a funny sight, but it greatly bothered Larxene.
"It's your turn, Sparky." Demyx pointed out. She shivered, sitting on the edge. Axel looked up at her and mouthed something, what was it? Something catch you… I'll catch you? Drawing in a breath, Larxene pushed off from the building and fell, down and down, spiraling for what seemed like forever. But in seconds the dizziness and Axel was holding her, Demyx hollering suggestively from the roof. Axel set her upright and she tottered off dizzily, leaning against a column for support.
"You can't deny that rocked." Axel smirked at her with his wide, toothy grin. Larxene glared daggers at him, but was ignored. "All right, Demyx." Larxene twitched. Axel was going to catch Demyx? Her mind kept filling with images of Axel carrying Demyx in his arms and—ugh. It was too horrible. It was common knowledge that Demyx was homosexual, but he had a boyfriend, didn't he? Larxene had met him once. Scrawny little fellow, with silver hair. He was mute, but it didn't really show. He was the kind of person you didn't expect to talk in the first place, kind of shy-looking and meek.
Larxene couldn't tell the exact moment that Demyx jumped. She tried to feel a lightness or a weight displacement, but she had no idea. At one point, Axel seemed to brace himself and Larxene could only guess. Marluxia opened the door, "Axel? What the hell are you doin-" Axel looked over at Marluxia.
Time seemed to stop. Both Larxene and Marluxia saw Demyx fall, almost stopping in midair. Neither of them moved to warm or help him. Axel blinked and looked back up, seeing only the other man's filthy blonde hair for half a second before the redhead crumpled to the ground like a plastic wrapper under a boot.
Someone screamed.
Coherency ceased as two brains attempted to piece together the past thirty seconds. Who fell? Who is that red haired bloke on the sidewalk? What's that on top of him? Larxene figured it out first. Demyx fell, on Axel, they were both bleeding. She was at his side in an instant, pulling Demyx away from Axel. It didn't look like it was helping, because Demyx yelped in pain as she literally /dropped/ him on the sidewalk.
Marluxia was a bit slower. But the blonde's cry snapped him into reality, he spun around and back into the shop, hollering about the phone.
"Can you hear me…?" Larxene asked softly, pulling Axel's head into her lap. It had been done in movies, so maybe it helped…? Axel's head moved. That was a sign. His eyelids fluttered open.
"FUCK." He growled, this was followed by a series of grunts and groans as he attempted to pull himself up. He wasn't able to, he couldn't move anything past his head and right arm.
"The ambulance is on the way." Larxene gushed, more than a little freaked.
"I hate hospitals."
"How much do you like broken legs?" She asked, rolling her eyes. Typical Axel, always the dumbass. She didn't really know if his legs were broken. Probably.
"OUCH." Demyx yelled loudly from behind them.
"Would having your head on Larxene's crotch help?" Axel asked sarcastically, his moveable hand flew up lamely in a retarded motion and wrapped around her shoulder. "Mah property."
"Don't make me break that arm." The blonde hissed, and it was removed from her shoulder quickly. By now the sirens could be heard getting closer. Larxene was hesitant. She also realized she still had that scrunchie in her hair. It was random, but bothered her greatly, and it was pulled away and tossed into the road.
"That was my sister's." Demyx pointed out.
Marluxia came out of the store. "Are they…"
"Not dead." Larxene said. "They've still got enough energy to be dumbasses." Marluxia didn't speak. The only sound was the sirens, ambulance turning into the shopping center. Larxene could feel her heart beating a million times a minute as she became all too aware of the fact that Axel wasn't breathing.
A/N: This story sucks so much. I have no idea where it came from, really. I have no idea where it's going either.