"…I guess if that's what you want." The Assassin conceded.

"Give it to me!" Demyx squealed.

"Alright…" He readied himself to strike.

"Marluxia, don't." A redhead passed the scene with little emotion.

"What do you care what I do to this brat?" Marluxia tone was cool.

Axel looked at his challenger. "Who says I give a damn at all?"

"Well, if you don't," Marluxia put his hands on his hips. "You send a lot of mixed messages."

Axel was grinning now. "Come on Mar, you're beginning to act like Larxene."

The Assassin glared. "In what way?"

"All of them."

"Why you-!" he advanced on the redhead.

Demyx had been forgotten. He saw his chance and took it; snatching the hardcover and breaking into a run.

"Damn it!" Marluxia groaned. "You let him get away."

"My business is with you." Axel was unruffled.

"I see," The Assassin nodded. "Shall we take this out?"

"Yeah," Axel smirked. "Then I can take you out."

Marluxia laughed. "Wishful thinking, I'm afraid." A long, rose-colored scythe appeared.

Axel waved a finger. "Uh-uh. No weapons."

"Ah, we settle this like men." He agreed, and his weapon evanesced.

"Well, I hate to hit a woman, but…" The redhead flashed his trademark smirk.

"Very funny." Marluxia was without humor.