Soo… I'm back, lol. Not much to say here.

Disclaimer: I own… nothing. Woohoo.

This chapter is shorter than the first one and I have no idea why, and I am sorry ;-;

Anyway, enjoy

Chapter 2: What the Future Is

So half an hour later (we had taken Larxene's car, but we stopped off at some café 'cause Larx was craving caffeine – one of her weaknesses) we stopped in front of this huge building. I looked it up and down, seeing as this appeared to be Larxene's chosen destination – it wasn't too shabby, not run down at least.

It took a moment to click.

"Hang on… what'd you bring me here for?"

"You guessed, huh?" She asked, undoing her seatbelt as she spoke. "I just thought it'd be a good idea for you to get a look at it."

Larxene's school. From the outside, it didn't look too bad.

"What, just like this?" I asked, frowning.

"Well, I thought I'd give you some idea of what you're letting yourself into." She was starting to get out of the car, so I followed her, but all she did once she had shut the door was to lean herself up against it.

What she said had kinda hit me hard. In all honesty, I had absolutely no idea just what I was letting myself in for. For all I knew, Larx could be leading me to an insane asylum or something. Not to say I was particularly worried, it's just weird going head first into something you've never tried. Or going somewhere you've never been. Works the same way.

To be honest, when I had first met Larxene, I thought she would be one of those delinquents – smoking pot day in day out with a bunch of druggies, you know the sort, right? But… once you got to know her – and to really know her, she had to trust you like she trusted me – she turned out to be an ambitious woman who just happened to be a little aggressive. Sure, she smoked occasionally and drunk but she wasn't what your initial impression of her would most likely be. Not like Marluxia – he was the complete opposite. Your first impression of him would most probably be that he looked well-kept and looked after himself, making sure he got a proper education, no smoking, no drugs… the whole caboodle. Of course he wasn't actually like that in reality.

I met Marluxia when I was 16 – he was the last one to join our little gang. Larxene had met him in some club, as far as I had gathered. He seemed like a nice guy at first – he won my trust within about the first week of meeting him – I told you about the first impressions thing - but that had turned out to be a big mistake. Not that I knew it at the time. I pretty much followed him on hand and foot wherever he took me, from quiet nightclubs to this hardcore drug circle he knew. I guess you're thinking he pressurised me into taking some stuff? Well, you'd be half right. I say half 'cause the other half was my trust for Marluxia speaking.

In fact, now I think about it, that was pretty much the only time I ever saw him truly depressed – when he was coming down from his drug induced high. He was pretty carefree by nature – he didn't have a particular goal in life.

In reality, only Larx and Saix really seemed to have any sort of ambition or goal ahead of them.

"Question." I said suddenly, snapping my train of thought.

"Yeah?"

"Why were you so intent on getting me here, anyway?" I asked, running a hand through my hair distractedly. Larxene seemed taken aback at the question, although it was pretty damn hard to tell – being taken aback was yet another one of Larx's rare moods. She didn't answer for a while, instead choosing to shift her position a little whilst getting out her taser and playing around with it absent-mindedly. Occasionally she'd turn it on and watch the sparks flicker across the two metal points. Larx loved lightning, y'see. It wasn't rare for her to go out in a lightning storm and stand in the pouring rain just to watch the sparks light the sky. She wasn't stupid, though – she didn't go and sit on trees or anything. In fact, I joined her once (it was the last time, too – I don't go well with water) – we sat on this rubber ring in the park that had been detached from its metal chain. Vandalism or something… anyway, she may like lightning but dying because of it definitely wasn't on her 'to-do' list.

Anyway. I knew she wasn't avoiding the question; Larx wasn't the type to bullshit you like that. Nah, she was just thinking of a plausible answer, and luckily for her I was the patient type. Eventually she looked up, flicking the taser off simultaneously.

"Marluxia." She murmured.

"Ah…" I nodded. Larxene had never liked Marluxia particularly, especially when I practically abandoned her to go hang out with him. "Didn't know you cared." I joked, smiling as I clapped her on the shoulder. I knew she meant well, after all.

"Shut up." The taser flared back to life, and suddenly it was dangerously close to my face, the sparks causing purple lights to dance in my eyes.

"Alright already." I muttered, turning away and rubbing them. Another thing about Larxene. She hates being made out as sympathetic. She was a bad-ass on the outside, and that was how she liked it. Honestly though, she could be just as caring and sympathetic as any girl if you got her alone… and of course, promised not to tell anyone. Not unsurprisingly the promise was made sure to be kept with the threat of the taser.

She grunted, but I could tell she wasn't really annoyed as she pocketed the now switched off device before sliding back into the drivers seat. By then it was getting darker, and I decided that I knew just what would cheer her up.

"You know what I feel like right now?" I asked, grinning as I got in beside her.

"What?"

"… I feel… like getting pissed." I declared. From beside me Larxene laughed, nodding as the car engine roared into life.

"You know… I think you're right."

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The rest of the week was a bit of a blur – there wasn't much happening aside from me getting used to my new job. By the end of the week I was feeling really quite sorry for Tifa – she really did get a lot of stares. I talked to her about it once, although it was pretty short lived.

"I'm surprised you stay with this job." Tifa started as I spoke – she had just come back in from the main body of the restaurant after being subject to more stares.

"Huh?" She gave me this blank stare.

"Well, y'know." I motioned my head towards the subject of my question. "The harassment." I murmured.

"Oh… that." She shrugged, putting the used plates down. "Trust me, wherever I could have gone I would have got that. I've got used to it."

"Wow, harsh."

"… I know you were no different when you first met me."

"Wha'?" I cast my mind back to it. "Ah.. yeah." I nervously ran a hand through my hair. So, she had noticed. But then, judging by what she had just told me, she probably had some kinda of radar for it, y'know, like some people have their gay-dars. Maybe it was a boob-dar, I dunno. She gave me a knowing half-smile before moving on.

A few days before school started up again, Larxene turned up after work for the second time. When I asked her what she was doing, she simply grinned and walked out. Intrigued, I followed her into her car. All-in-all I was slightly disappointed when all that ended up in us parking in my apartments driving lot.

"… And the point of that was…?" I asked, frowning.

"I felt like being nice for once." She said. "That a problem?"

"No, no… it's just so… unlike you." I said, starting to get out of the car. "Well, thanks anyway, Larx."

"No problem." She grinned and started the engine as soon as I had shut the door.

My apartment was nothing special. It was your average sized flat, consisting of my bedroom, kitchen, living room and. of course, bathroom.

For the first few minutes I just leant against the door, wondering what to do for the next few hours. What brought me out of my stupor was a knock on the door, sending vibrations down my back. I frowned. This was pretty rare…

"Who is it?"

"Guess." Larx's sarcastic tones floated through the door.

"What're you doing back?" I asked.

"Open the door and you'll find out, idiot." She called back. I did so, and was instantly greeted with… heaven was the closest word I could find to describe it. In one hand she held a bag full of food and in the other… a bag full of booze. As I stared at them I swear my eyes must have done that sparkly thing they do in anime.

"You like?" She asked, grinning.

"I… I…" Was lost for words. "You are so awesome." I had had a slight lack of food since I had gone bankrupt. And when I say slight… In the space of a few months I had gone from a healthily built physique to looking like a twig. It seemed Larxene was out to reverse this. Took her long enough.

"And don't you forget it." She dropped the bags onto the sofa, flopping down straight after and grabbing a beer.

The rest of the night was spent getting horribly drunk. I don't actually remember… well, anything. Apart from the fact that I ate more than I had in months, and it was the best feeling ever.

Next thing I did remember was the next morning when I woke up sprawled across my sofa, with Larxene slumped over a chair on the other side of the room. I knew she wouldn't be hung over or anything – Larxene was a real heavyweight when it came to alcohol. I had a bit of headache, but nothing too bad.

I sat up, staring at the blank TV screen for a while, thinking about my plans for the day. Today was my day off work, Sunday, which meant…

School tomorrow.

"Ugh." I smoothed my hand across my face, trying to wake myself up. "Supplies, supplies…" I murmured. "I don't have any…"

Yeah… I might have burnt them after I got expelled. Oops.

"Whassaat?" Larxene slurred as she slowly began to wake up. "…Can't see anything." She muttered. I could hear her shifting in her chair.

"Well yeah… the lights are off." I replied. "Hey, Larx, where's a good place for supplies?" I turned to face her as my eyes started to adjust to the little light there was.

"… That big place outside town." She replied after a second.

"… Mind doing me a favour?"

"Yeah yeah, I'll take you." She had got up, and the next thing I knew I was being blinded by artificial light. I squinted and drew my hand up over my face.

"Ooow.." I muttered, slowly opening my eyes again.

"Come on, it won't be open very long today."

"Right, yeah…" I pulled myself up from the sofa, grabbing a hoodie and boots before opening the door.

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And so finally we came walking out of the supply store with a bag full of decidedly non-burnt stuff. Hey, it's not like it was my fault or anything.

…

Shut up.

I just happen to like fire, alright.

… Well alright, maybe I'm very slightly a pyromaniac. Larxene had her lightning fetish, and I had my pyromaniacy, and that's how it was.

But anyway.

"Ready for tomorrow?" Larx grinned as she slid into the car.

"As I can be." I replied, which really meant that I didn't care.

"You're probably gonna have to fill in a few forms before you can actually… y'know start the learnin'."

"Oh yay, my favourite ever thing." I muttered, sarcasm practically dripping off my voice. This was gonna be the funnest thing ever…

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And that's chapter 2 over and done with, yay! Roxas' turn next.

If you think Larxene is OOC what with her academic attitude... I don't think so. I think that in real life she'd be pretty ambitious. Meh, then again, it's kinda the stereotype to have Orgy XIII as druggies and all that. Guess I'm just being different XD Who wants to be the sheep, eh?

Anyway, I'm done for now. See ya 'gain! (And don't forget to review, eh? XD)