Her senses felt nullified and dumb, but at the same time they seemed to grow and expand to blinding, screaming heights. The powerful movements inside her made her want to implode, but at the same time, made her want to give in and let it happen. She wanted to give in to the pain inside her and let this run its course.

But then again, that woudn't be Larxene's style, now would it?

Of course, all she could do was push forward, while still allowing herself to try and just relax, let things happen...

Luxord wasn't making things any easier, though; the Gambler was, for the first time since he could remember, at a complete loss over what to do. He kept muttering frantic, incoherent words to himself, pacing to and fro in front of the laboring Nymph, holding his head in frantic confusion. "What do I do? What do I do?" he kept rapidly repeating the question to himself over and over. He snapped his fingers worriedly. "Help! Bloody damn sure I'll go get help!"

He turned to Larxene, who had slumped down the side of her bed, her legs instinctively spreading apart. He bit his bottom lip hard; he felt excruciatingly bad at leaving his poker partner alone like this. "I'll get help, hold on, Larx!"

Larxene couldn't speak at the moment; she threw her head back, putting it against the bed, and moaned in pain.

Luxord cursed at himself. He quickly knelt down, almost falling over himself, and ignored the embarrassment creeping to his cheeks as he stripped Larxene of her bottom clothing. "You okay now?" he asked loudly.

"What's it look like, you asshat!" Larxene managed to shout shrilly.

Luxord almost stumbled at her retort. Mentally slapping himself, he said, "Right, right, of course. You're in labor!"

"NO SHIT, YOU MOTHER--"

"I'll go get help!" Luxord cut her off.

Zexion sniffed the air as he woke up, out of habit. Most of the members were asleep save a few; Meytha and Demyx were up, and the smell of food was around them; Xigbar was up somewhere in his room; Luxord was up, and near Larxene.

Larxene. Their was a different smell around her. Something different that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He could pick up an emotion made scent exuding off of her, too.

Was she...?

Just before the Cloaked Schemer could try putting his finger on things, Luxord himself burst through a portal. The normally collected man had an erratically disorganized air about him as he panted out, "Larxene!"

Zexion's ears perked. "What about her?" he asked, allowing an edge of worry to sprinkle his voise.

"She's having the baby NOW!"

"And you left her unattended!"

"Well do you expect ME to deliver her kid?" Luxord protested frantically.

"If that's what it takes!" Zexion shouted back. "You shouldn't have left her alone!"

"Bloody hell!" Luxord snapped. "Hurry up and let's go. You're the godfather!"

"Not the midwife!" Zexion snarled, and Luxord stopped badgering the young man then and there about the matter.

Strafe was bouncing around worriedly in his wolf skin as he came through the Whirlportal that Stok had conjured. "Hurry, Stok, hurry!" Strafe called urgently.

"I'm here, I'm here, Strafe," Stok called, rushing through. "Let's go."

The pair ran through Proof Of Existence, all the way into the hallway that led to Larxene's room. Strafe rounded a corner and ran into the knees of an Organization member.

"Who the hell-- Strafe?" the member said. "What are you doing here? That you, Stok?"

"Yeah, Marluxia," Stok replied, holding Strafe steady. "I apologize for the late night intrusion, but Strafe believes that something's happened to Larxene." The Beta's golden eyes were apologetic, but still clouded with worry.

"What, exactly?" Marluxia inquired, allowing a hint of worry and suspicion creep into his voice.

"He doesn't know for sure," Stok said, still holding the squirming Cub Prince. "But if you ask me, I believe it has something to do with Larxene's child..."

Marluxia didn't need to be told anything else; he immediately summoned his own portal and, calling to the two Santors, went through quickly.

Axel was stirring unconsciously in his sleep. He was dreaming fleetingly about multiple nonsense things. Finally he woke up, feeling the need to go somewhere; it was just one of those feelings.

Instead, he shook his mane of fire-red hair and slowly walked up to his window, staring into the desolate city below him, the artificial lights glittering like fallen stars. He dwelled on the last dream he remembered that night, in which all he could hear was the first whimperings of a newborn child. In the dream, his heart had swelled with bliss and happiness. Could that have been his own child? If so, perhaps he should tell Larxene about it...

If so, he'd do just that.

"Would you calm down?" Zexion snapped irritably. "You're making HER worse, you idiot!"

Luxord looked at him, blue eyes indignantly ignited. "What do YOU expect me to do? Have some tea and crumpets right now?"

Zexion rolled his eyes, appalled at the Gambler's fall from calm and collection. Turning back to Larxene, he soothed, "Larxene, hold on. you're nearly there. Just wait a little longer, hm?" The Cloaked Schemer was in front of the Savage Nymph, checking her dilated front once more. In truth, he felt like he was going to faint from the scent of the blood, which was dominating over every other scent around and coming from the Nymph. But he would not allow himself to; he had a duty and an obligation to carry out.

Unless of course Marluxia, her brother-figure, arrived on the scene. And that seemed highly unlikely at this hour of night.

"Larxene-- holy shit!"

Or not.

The Graceful Assassin rushed up to the Nymph, still on the floor against her bed, of course. Stok and Strafe were behind the man, and the Beta quickly and instinctively covered Strafe's eyes, to which the boy did not take kindly to."Scoot, Zexion!" Marluxia barked. Marluxia parted Larxene's legs a little wider, and the Nymph continued to pant and occasionally groan. "Steady," Marluxia urged encouragingly. "Easy, sister," he kept cooing to her, stroking her sweat-drenched hair and pale cheek.

"Can someone get Axel?" Zexion asked snappishly.

Luxord's hand shot up into the air like a rocket... just when Axel himself appeared seconds later through a portal. Luxord whimpered an retracted his hand.

Axel didn't even speak; right away his eyes found Larxene on the floor, bleeding, a spasm rocking her body lightly. In half an instant he was by Larxene's side, cradling her head and torso carefully in his arms. Weakly, shakily, she put a hand on one of his arms. She eagerly drank in his scent and words, which came so smoothly and comforting from his lips.

An eternity or two had passed, it seemed. Larxene lost track of how long Marluxia had being soothing her mind while still delivering her child. She lost track of how much Luxord was fretting about all the commotion and how long Zexion had been standing by her, stroking her shoulder. Axel was kissing the top of her head and her cheek, murmuring soft words to her still. Finally, she felt a sudden urge to push for all she was worth and more; she knew this was the final stretch.

The Savage Nymph screamed with the effort, crying out into the no-longer empty night. Her back managed a small arch, and she felt a mass slide from between her legs. Extremely weary, Larxene gasped and panted quietly, her head making impact with her bed again. She could hear a faint whimpering and crying.

Then she heard Luxord's voice, talking eagerly to himself. "Pay up, Meytha; it's a boy!"

"That's the umbilical chord you're looking at, you moron!" Marluxia snapped, holding something gently in his arms, despite his tone.

"Check the damn gender then!" Luxord retorted.

Marluxia grumbled something incoherently as he and Zexion began to clean the child with rags and towels. When the new life was still crying, but clean, Marluxia gently handed the infant to Larxene's own arms. She eyed the baby strangely, while Axel sent a lingering kiss to his lover's cheek. Now he, too, looked at his child, who was barely a few minutes into the world of life. Larxene allowed Axel to hold the child after a few minutes of what she felt to be a strange kind of meeting.

True to her nature, she muttered to the now quiet child, "You'd better be worth all this pain I just went through..." The Savage Nymph closed her eyes and allowed herself to pass out, embracing the dark, omnipresent blanket of sleepy unconsciousness.

"Oh yes!" Luxord cried triumphantly, in his winning poker voice. "It's a boy still!"

And of course, Zexion had finally passed out on the floor; all the blood and other scents hadfinally got to the godfather.

A/N: Hahah, yep, Mar-Mar took over. Anywho, the name will be given next chapter, as well as more on the two women in Larxene's dream from the last chapter.