It's an update. Surprised? I wouldn't be... and if you are, you shouldn't. You should be happy. Because my idiotic self got another idea... Yeah... Just read.
Mind Games
Chapter 2
The Fifteenth Fanciest
The door to Demyx's room swung open after she knocked, only to be slammed closed again while Demyx screamed. Larxene sighed. "Demyx," she said. "Open the door. Now."
"No! You're probably here to maim me again..."
Larxene really didn't remember doing that...or thinking about doing that...or preparing to do that. She shook her head, forgetting about the fact that she couldn't remember hurting Demyx, and knocked fiercely on the door. "Open it now, Demyx! Or I will maim you!"
There was a pause, then a shuffling sound, and then the door creaked open. Larxene stepped inside the room and sighed. "Demyx, I am not going to kill you, maim you, or hurt you in any way. That is, unless you get your little ass out from wherever the hell you're hiding and get me a camcorder!"
The closet door opened, and Demyx, along with various items of clothing, books full of music, tapes, CD's, a stero, three cameras, and two camcorders. Demyx shook his head, throwing the shirt that currently sitting there off and picked up a camcorder, examining. "Why do you want a camcorder?" he asked, turning it on and focusing on Larxene.
Larxene rolled her eyes. "For something that you don't need to know about," she said, walking over to him. "Now hand it over."
Demyx sighed and handed the camcorder over to her, along with a case for it, and and extra tape. Larxene smirked and warped out of his room, leaving the musician to shove everything back into his closet.
In her room, Larxene set the camcorder on her bed and pulled the cloak off, throwing that next to it. She sighed, looked at herself in a full length mirror, and shrugged. Semi-casual... she thought, deciding a shirt without blood stains would be better. I don't even think Axel knows what that means. When her new shirt was on her body, she sat down on the floor and pulled the camcorder to her. She figured now - in the six or seven minutes before Axel arrived - was a perfect time to learn how to operate it without messing up.
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Six or seven minutes later, Axel sauntered out of his room, whistling, and walked down the hallway towards Larxene's. On the way there, he paused and waved at Roxas, who was staring at him. "What?" he asked. "Don't like the outfit?"
Roxas raised an eyebrow. "I don't care your outfit Axel..." he said slowly, eyes fixed on his head. "It's just...it's...weird...seeing you without your hair sticking up..."
Axel grinned. "Nice, isn't it? And to think, all it took was a quick shower and no hairspray or gel to get it to stay like that..."
"You... took a shower...?"
Axel snorted. "I always take showers! Can't be sexy and smell bad, right?"
Roxas blinked. "Whatever... What are you doing anyway?"
"Can't talk now," Axel said, resuming his walk down the hallway. "Almost eight. If I'm late, I'm dead." He grinned again, resumed whistling, and waved to Roxas again.
Roxas watched him go, eyebrow still raised, then turned and headed straight to the kitchen.
Axel stopped in front of Larxene's door, raised one fist, then stopped. He grinned wider, raised his foot instead, and slammed into Larxene's door. All that spawned was a horrible pain in ankle. What the fuck was I thinking? Axel thought, trying to stand on both feet and not look stupid. He winced and his weight went down on his ankle, and shifted until most of it was on the other.
"Trying to kick the door down, manwhore?" Larxene's voice floated from inside the room.
"Shut the hell up," Axel muttered, wiping the painful expression off his face and replacing it with his cocky grin. "Answer the door, babe."
"I opened that door two minutes ago when you were supposed to be here," Larxene answered through the closed door. "Why do you expect me to go anywhere with you when you can't be here at the exact time you stated?"
"I ran into Roxas," Axel said. "Now opened this damn door so we can go."
No answer.
"C'mon, Larx!"
No answer.
"Larx... I had to take a shower for this!"
A snicker, then humming.
"Open this fucking door, Larxene!"
The door opened one inch and Larxene looked through with one eye. "Aw..." she said, faking sympathy. "Did the poor baby have to touch water?"
Axel scowled. "Shut up and open the door."
"It is open."
"All the way," Axel grunted, reaching one hand into the inch and pushing. "I'm serious. All the fucking- Is that a camcorder?"
Larxene nodded.
"What's it for?"
"To record the happy memories," Larxene replied, voice heavy with sarcasm. "Nice hair. Finally got rid of the horrid family of mice that was living it it?"
Axel frowned.
Larxene smirked.
Axel sighed. "Whatever. Let's go," he said, reaching through the doorway and grabbing her wrist.
"Oh..." Larxene said slowly. "And where are we off to in such a rush?"
"Dinner," Axel snapped. "I paid in advance, so, dammit, no more of your stupid delays. All right?"
Larxene's smirk changed instantly to a sneer. "Oh, really?" She allowed Axel to pull her after him, then "tripped" and fell to the ground. "Oh! Axel... I believe I twisted my ankle."
Axel's eye twitched. "If anyone's ankle is twisted, it's mine!" he barked, lifting her up by the waist and throwing her through a portal. He walked after her after sighing, and pasting his cocky grin back on his face.
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On the other side of the portal, Larxene was picking herself up and dusting her outfit off. "If you broke this camcorder, you're buying me another one," she told Axel as he stepped through.
Axel shrugged. "Whatever, Larx. Go in the building."
Larxene raised an eyebrow and turned around, focusing on the building in front of her. She sighed, then smiled. "Oh my God, Axel!" she said loudly. "It's the fifteen fanciest restaurant in this dumpy little town! And it has a kareoke bar! Oh my!"
"Don't call the shitty little town dumpy, Larx," Axel said, just as loudly. "Let's just go in the restaurant and eat."
Larxene sighed again and allowed herself to be lead into the restaurant by Axel. "I want a window seat," she hissed to him.
"You'll seat where they put you," Axel hissed back.
"I want to seat by a window," Larxene hissed, tightening her loose grip on Axel's arm and cutting her nails into his flesh.
"Window seat, please," Axel said, glaring at Larxene after the hostess turned around.
Larxene smirked. Even if she had to put up with Axel all night, she could make it work... hopefully.
Gaha. Axel's a moron. Kick the door down. Ingenius! Not very...