Not really a Larxion, just a random moment between Larxene, and Zexion.
Today was just another moment in the world in-between. Days cannot be distinguished from night in this world. Just moments in time; slowly passing; burning memories of nothing into the minds of those not-existing there.
Zexion walked into the "Library of Empty Knowledge" as usual. It wasn't as big as the one as the one is "The World that Never Was", but he made do with what he had. Not to say it wasn't large, but just not as much in comparison.
He made a left past the librarian's desk, which was being occupied by a dusk. It motioned its head as if to signal a "hello." Zexion looked at the dusk, and nodded. He continued past the last bookshelf on the right, only to find Larxene in his giant reading chair.
"It doesn't understand you. They can't comprehend anything other than orders." Larxene licked her thumb, and turned a page in her book, not looking at Zexion. "Why are you here?" He asked flatly. She closed her book, only leaving her thumb to hold the page. The blonde looked up. "Last I checked, this library didn't belong to anyone. All of us were free to use it." She then opened her book back.
Technically he couldn't say anything, as she was right. It bothered him that she was in his chair. It couldn't be his favorite chair, as that would require a semi-emotional attachment. "That's my chair. May I have it?" Larxene sighed, and raised her left eyebrow. "Consider yourself lucky I don't stab you for disturbing me." She put a bookmark in her book, and got up to walk away.
"That was too easy." Zexion thought as he watched number XI go by. A thought ran in his head, and wondered if to ask. An unusual puzzled look came upon his face. His head tilted to the left. "If you don't mind me asking, what is it you're reading?" He stared at the large red book in Larxene's arms. She turned to him, still walking. "It's none of your business." She smiled evilly, and faded from sight. Zexion blinked, and retreated back to his usual cold demeanor.
Zexion walked forward behind his chair, and picked a purple book from the exact center of the book case. As it slid out, Larxene's face appeared in the empty slot. "Why did you want to know?" She really didn't care, and wanted to leave it as it was, but something inside told her to continue. "I was just being cordial." He waited for more questions. "Is that all?" He asked, hinting that the conversation should end.
"We've never spoken before now. Why is it that you've decided to be cordial now?" She phased through the bookcase. "Would you rather I have been rude? I saw no need to insult you. I saw a moment to conduct an experiment; if I had said something polite, would I have felt any connection as opposed to how I would feel if I hade been rude?" The Cloaked Schemer began to walk away wishing to not continue the conversation. Not that it bothered him, he just felt that his time would have been better spent reading.
"Have you ever spoken to a woman before?" Larxene put her hands at her hips. She was never one to beat around the bush. Zexion froze at the sheer bluntness of the question. "How is that any of your business?" He turned back to her. "Why are you avoiding the question?" She moved closer to him. "Why are answering questions with questions?" Zexion took a step back. He prepared himself for some sort of attack. "What are you planning?" His expression attempted "anger", but fell closer to "blank".
"I was just wondering." Larxene sighed. "It was just a question." She walked past Zexion. He then convinced his self to ask her. "My original intent was to ask you if you would like to read with me." Larxene stopped, and looked back at him. "It was just a question." He sat down in his chair.
Larxene stood there looking at the slightly younger nobody. "If you don't want to, you may leave." Zexion didn't look up from his book this time. "Whatever." She shrugged and sat down with Zexion.
The End
