Disclaimer: I do not own the material from Kingdom Hearts, period. This challenge belongs to the wonderful Wishing-Fire.
A/N: Whether in English or Japanese I love Larxene's laugh. More so in Japanese, but that's probably because I watched too many KH2FM Larxene data battles on YouTube. Her laugh during that battle (and subsequently everywhere else) was…cute for a lack of a better term. xD Don't judge me! I thought it was awesome! LOL
But anyways! I had fun writing this one. :) Like I said, or if I haven't, the romance in this is going to be pretty subtle. Wish I could see Saïx and Larxene getting all lovey-dovey from the start, but that's really impossible now isn't it? :P
Thanks for reading and reviewing! Please enjoy and R&R!
.: Laughter :.
~ I can hear it, but it doesn't reach you ~
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"Larxene, please?" Demyx whined as sweat rolled down the side of his face.
The female blonde hummed in thought, flipping a page in her favorite novel as she comfortably sat along the length of the grey couch with one leg over the other. Without sparing Demyx a glance, Larxene waved her hand as an answer. "How about you stay quiet and let me read in peace?"
The Melodious Nocturne let out another whimper. He wished he could stay quiet—for the sake of staying in one piece—but how could he when Larxene had pinned him to the adjacent wall using her knives? One wrong move and the aggressive blonde could instantly electrify each of her knives so Demyx would truly be nonexistent. Suddenly, the male blond found himself falling haphazardly to the ground with a thump, looking up at his 'savior' only to cower again. Today just wasn't his day! First he gets picked on by Larxene and now X-face was going to bark at him mercilessly.
"Number IX," Saïx practically growled through his teeth as he threw Larxene's knives to the floor. "Your mission was hours ago."
Demyx muttered to himself as he stood back up on his feet. "What's worse: the mission or Larxene…?"
"Now, Number IX," Saïx warned and Demyx squeaked, scurrying quickly out of the room. Saïx huffed in annoyance before hearing the shrill laughter coming from the only female in the Organization. Closing his eyes, Saïx remained as calm as he could. "What might I ask is so funny, Number XII?"
"You apparently," Larxene sang with a small smirk. She closed her book and uncrossed her legs as she glanced at the Luna Diviner with a teasing expression. "I find it funny how you have to play nanny all the time. That must get so tiring."
She watched as he rolled his eyes and strolled behind the back of the couch she was sitting on. Saïx paused in his step for a moment before looking down at her with a disapproving glare. "You aren't allowed to physical harass the other members."
"Whatever." Larxene leaned her head back with a sigh. "You're so not fun; you don't even laugh. No wonder you're such a stiff."
"And what would be the point of me laughing?" Saïx inquired while keeping his gaze steady. "Nobodies can't feel. Laughing requires a certain amount of feeling. Since we don't function on that but memories for our faux 'emotions,' I don't see a point in wasting energy just to laugh."
Larxene hummed, wrapping her loose lock of hair around her finger. "But I just did, didn't I? I remember what it was like laughing at other people." A haughty smirk crossed her lips. "No offense, but Isa always made me laugh."
Saïx stared at her before scoffing under his breath. Closing his eyes, he replied, "I had a hunch."
"Did I bruise your ego?" Larxene cooed, tracing a slender finger down the side of his face. Opening his eyes, Saïx was very much aware of how close the blonde leaned towards him. That sassy smile never left her face. "I'm not going to apologize. I actually like getting on your nerves."
He met her halfway and his lips were close to brushing against hers. Saïx whispered, "You can't 'feel' fondness."
"You're riding on technicalities now," Larxene taunted, entranced with his eyes of gold.
Saïx pulled back before the blonde could close the gap between them. "Perhaps so, but I proved a point."
Larxene pouted, muttering quietly, "Tch, at least Isa knew how to laugh."
"Isa's dead," Saïx deadpanned solemnly. "So is Arlene…"
