Disclaimer: I should seriouly send Larxene to Kunai the Disclamier... I do not own Kingdom hearts or it's cast.

The Nymph Defect

Chapter two: The A.N.D

"Just because I'm a male doesn't mean I don't have a sense of style!"

The few days following the 'Larxene' incident, (which involved a large Zexy rescue mission of avoiding The Savage Nymph's sparks) have gotten the Organization in quite a tremble. Larxene refused to go anywhere outside her room, and she would not talk to anybody. In other words, Larxene was going to castrate anyone who came anywhere near her room. There was even a sign in front of the door saying:

'One foot in my room, and I'll stop you from reproducing'

Luckily, Nobodies still kept there intelligence when they died and learned to stay way out of Larxene's way.

Most Nobodies found that Larxene's avoidance caused the Castle to become awfully more quieter than before. What did that mean to Zexion?

He was in heaven.

Finally, eerie silence that suited Zexion's quiet type. And what's more? The library was now Nymph-free and no worries about being killed by an angry Nymph and her precious Marquis De Sade. The Cloaked Schemer could have laughed in joy and happiness, but sadly, he couldn't feel enough even to let out a small grin. It didn't suit him anyways. He could at least enjoy the quiet library while he still could.

But strangely, Zexion was feeling... let's say 'lonely'? The usual giggles of the Savage Nymph, while she was in an sadistic fantasy while reading Marquis De Sade was always annoying, yet amusing... Zexion almost missed his scowling at her for not keeping quiet in the library.

How ironic. He must be a living non-existent proof of the quote: "You don't miss it till it's gone"

Zexion sighed and placed a book that he was looking through about Kingdom hearts on the shelves and rubbed his temples.

Unknowingly, The Schemer never realized that sneaking behind him was someone sinister with dark plans, that could end all hope and peace, someone so unknown that his mother doesn't know his name anymore, someone so terrifying-ly hot that the fan girls die from his white smile, someone so-

"Hello, Axel"

...The authoress must add this:

...Zexion is spoil sport...

"Awwwww! How did you know it was me!?"

Zexion sighed once more and turned to face the insane pyro, eyes closed.

"From the way the authoress is writing your description suited you, and her sense of suspense is incredibly horrid"

Ahem... Zexion, the authoress is trying, yet she feels that sooner or later in this story, a certain Schemer will probably be in very much pain. So for now, she is letting the comment go and if should it ever arise again, she would personall-

"You know, Axel, I am not the forgivable type"

From the way Zexion interrupted the authoress, she would probably kill him right now. But since the readers would like to continue the story. The authoress would stay behind a screen, carefully watching for any... Ahem. Inappropriate comments..

Axel was certainly confused, but at the back of his head he knew what Zexion was talking about.

"Larxene's sparks aren't really friendly..."

The Flurry of Dancing Flames was blank. Zexion sighed and looked at his watch on his right arm, "One... Two... Three"

Axel's eyes widened as he finally remembered, "OH! Yeah, well, if I had knew that Larxene was about to kunai yer'head off-"

"Why are you here Axel!" snarled Zexion, annoyed from Axel's interruption of his heavenly peace. Axel jumped a few steps back, surprised at Zexion's action. He scratched his head and looked nervously at Zexy.

"We got recruited Zexion... Didn't you hear?"

Zexion raised an eyebrow, "Recruited into what?"

"The A.N.D!"

Zexion stifled a laugh, The AND? What bloody thing is that? "THE AND? What kind of recutience mission is that?!"

Axel sighed, "Not 'and', A.N.D! The Association of Nymph Defectors! Many Nobodies are in it ya'know? Demyx, Marluxia, Me, you, Roxas and Namine! We are going to help Larxene pass the Nymph Defect, on the orders of Xemnas!"

Zexion, then let out a howl of laughter, "Y-You expect me to believe THAT?! Man... hahaha I got to tell Vexen that...hahaha Haven't you seen the sign outside her door? There is no way... In the entire-"

"That's your job no.6"

The cool voice of Luna Divider echoed in the library as Zexion's rare laughter quieted down. Saix swiftly past the duo to the other end of the library. But not before stopping at the X-Y-Z section to add.

"Oh and you are expected at no.12's room in 5 minutes... Superior wants this mess all cleaned up"

'Oh crap... Axel was right...'

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Zexion walked into his grave.

Yes, the Authoress must say that our poor, poor Zexy had just walked into his grave and cannot-

"HEY LOOK! ZEXY'S HERE!"

...The Authoress must say that not only Zexy, but Roxas as well; is a spoil sport...

Zexion growled at his nickname as he stopped at the Savage Nymph's door. It seemed that he was the last to arrive at the pale white corridor. He watched in the sidelines as the chaos took place in front of him. Marluxia was at the door with four-Not two, not one- four different sizes of suitcases. His face was grim with annoyance and body shook with frustration.

Roxas and Namine seemed to sneak into a shadowed edge of the corridor, where Roxas was whispering hotly into Namine's ear, making her giggle madly. Zexion rolled his eyes. Some Nobodies can't understand that they don't have feelings.

Why bother trying?

Axel was setting Demyx's hair on fire, while Demyx tried to attack Axel with water, making the hair gel flow out.

Goofballs...

Zexion's attention went back to the door where Marluxia stood slamming him fist into the door, most likely to make a dent sometime soon.

"GOD DAMMIT LARX! SOBBING IN THERE AIN'T GOING TO HELP!"

Zexion heard a few muffled clang of kunai charged into the door and Marluxia jumped back. There was sudden clang and swish.

"I WILL NOT DO- HOLY SHI... WHAT THE HELL IS A SEXY DEMYX DOING IN HERE?!"

Zexion raised an eyebrow and noticed that Demyx was no where to be found and Axel had his ear next to the wall, snickering like a insane lunatic. It doesn't take a Vexen to figure this out.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY UNDERWEAR DRAWER?!"

"LARXENE?! I-I-I- HOLY- MARLUXIA! HELP!"

Zexion could have sworn that earth shook from the chaos that was inside the evil lair of the Savage Nymph. The door was shaking so bad it seemed an earthquake was taken place. Marluxia took a few steps away from the door, bringing his precious suitcases as well. Roxas stopped his flirting and stood next to Namine to watch, while Axel stuttered a laugh as he continued to listen.

"YOU DAMN HOT PERVERT!"

"NO, Larxene- I- Axel was- OUCH!"

The door crashed to the ground and out came one dangling off the ground Demyx and one pissed Larxene, who was holding the Nocturne by the collar, right in the face.

"Come in. YOU DIE."

Demyx whimpered and Larxene threw him like rag doll to Axel, who barely had time to react and got tackled by the weight. Namine and Roxas rushed to help the two up.

Marluxia watch as Larxene strut past him to enter the room. The Graceful Assassin grabbed the door handle away from Larxene. The Lighting Queen struggled to close the door, but found that Marluxia was too strong for her.

"Let go!" She hissed and gave another yank. This time, Marluxia let go and pulled Larxene out of the room before the door closed behind him. Marluxia lifted her off the ground by the hood of her black coat.

"Zexion, in the suitcase nearest to you is a plant. Place it under Larxene please"

Zexy gave a grunt and opened the suitcase, which was hot pink, with stripes of black criss-crossing the middle and had the Organization symbol in the middle. In the deep darkness that was Marluxia's suitcase, a small pot with a beady pink flower lay.

Zexion blinked, wondering how a bloody flower would help. But as long it calmed down the Nymph, he was fine. He dragged the flower pot, which was heavy for its looks, underneath a cursing, struggling Lightening Queen and stood back.

With his free hand, Marluxia pointed at the innocent flower and it begun to grow. It was not noticeable at the start. But slowly... it grew too big for it's pot, so it cracked... the flower grew to be the size of Leaxaus's Tomahawk... the roots became little vines that winded around Larxene's legs, holding her in place. It looked like an cute over-grown flower...

Until the flower's petals formed large fangs and begun snapping around Larxene, making her jolt. A Nobody-eating flower... How lovely.

Marluxia let Larxene go, and her full weight was supported by the long vines. He whispered quietly into her ear. Larxene jolted up straight and nodded madly, while glancing at the snapping flower. Marluxia smiled and beckoned everybody to enter Larxene's room.

Shyly, they did. Axel in the front and Marluxia following behind. The Nobody-eating plant dropped Larxene (who ran inside her room) and gathered the suitcases, bring them inside the room.

They gathered around Marluxia and Larxene, watching nervously to see what happened next.

Marluxia beckoned the plant to bring one of the smaller suitcases. The plant placed it on the ground in front of Marluxia. The Graceful one unclasped the hooks that kept the case closed. He opened it.

"For a start, I believe we should work on Larxene's attire. I got permission from Superior of course."

Clothing. Not Organization standard clothing... but clothing the Somebodies wore. They all stared in awe as Marluxia unpacked the tons of skirts, jeans, tang tops and a whole load of other woman clothing. (Not including underwear)

Larxene was horrified.

She was already happy with the black attire that she was made to wear. No complaints. But this... This was insane.

The Nymph picked up a small pink mini skirt like it was a dirty bag and dropped it with a sick face on. Then shoot a dirty look at Marluxia who was examining her condition.

"Hell No! Where's your sense of style Marluxia!? Just because your a damn hot guy that has girlish, cute hair, doesn't mean that you can dress me up in a tutu!"

Marluxia's eyes squinted at her, then returned to dig in the pile of clothing. He pulled out a bundle of yellow and black clothes squished together.

"Just because I'm a male doesn't mean I don't have a sense of style! Now, put these on... or do you want Flora-" He jabbed a finger at the not so innocent plant "-to do it for you?"

Larxene growled, grabbed the bundle and entered her private bathroom. She lifted the outfit up to see. A sudden twang hit her and she smiled.

"Hey, this outfit isn't too bad... I wonder what else Marly got in his pile..."

That's when she heard the door being locked.

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