A.N. – fairly obvious that I should do a fic with Larxene on it… and be about storms. Sure, current weather may also affect this, but meh. For Pinky Cheescake (you know who you are).
The flowers were going to get ruined. Not all of them, but the rarer (and admittedly somewhat dangerous) specimens might require additional care. Marluxia thought briefly about what were the chances of getting a storm, of all things, in Castle Oblivion. He then dismissed the thought – free watering, and the chances to watch Naminé cowering somewhere inside her room where the thunder rolled and rumbled, trapped in the white walls. Those were nice advantages to the natural phenomena, and the off chance of her…
Not all of the electricity that flashed outside was due to the weathers' caprices. He watched the Nymph of storms rage and whirl around the castle, basking in her element's savage glory. The lightning danced with her, answered her raucous laughter, raced along needle-thin blades and sparked along the immaculate building.
She stopped, a rare sight. Two longer, stylized bangs that were apparently in an eternal shock, glided in after her and whipped slightly. The smirk on her face was something that Marluxia quite appreciated – she was his accomplice, his right hand… and quite the looker as well. Her inherent bloodlust and wit made her all the more interesting-
A knife pinned him to the wall by the hood of his cloak, another pair restrained each of his hand.
"I'll let you know that just for tonight; no bolt will damage your precious plants. However…"
She passed another knife near to her lips, and then trailed it near his hair. Flick – a slim thread of scarlet, and a sparkle to her eyes.
"I want something back. Don't know what, your gig. But make sure it is good enough… I don't take second bests."
A giggle that did not suit at all the malicious grin, and the clap of thunder in the distance that added credence to the female's words. She wriggled her fingers, and the blades left his clothing to reappear in her hands.
Marluxia took a bow, and strode off and away from the blonde, a knife zooming past him as a souvenir. When the next one came, he deftly caught it. Twirled it once. Let it drop to the ground, where it clinked and emitted light in time to the storm outside.
"Would you really doubt me, Larxene? In fact, I know just what to repay you with… care to collect it now?"
He smiled in a manner similar to Larxene's own when she walked up to pick up her weapon, then overtook him. She is quite the willful thing, after all. Entertaining…
Outside, the storm picked up its pace.