Well, I totally realized I forgot to do something that I was intending to do for a while now when I submitted that last chapter. (Hey, get off my back, I was exhausted when I was submitting it and I already tend to have a severe forgetfulness "disorder" as it is.) But hey, look on the bright side, you get two chapters because of it this weekend. (Lawl, my 7 total readers.)

So, if you're interested in reading a REALLY LOVELY LuxLar fic that takes place in modern day (well, I assume it is America, cause that's what we Americans do, assume everything is about us) where they don't speak all eloquently and such… PLEASE then, by all means pop on over to Team Braco's page and give his fic "Be my DareDevil" a little look-see. I'm in love with it, and I'm really particular about fan fiction. In fact, give just about all his fics a once over. I've read most, and all are very entertaining in one way or another. Just go show his page some love, you won't be disappointed, I promise! (And his parody fics are second to none, I might add.)

Alright, all that aside…

This story is moving fast now. After this chapter things sort of just jump into hyper drive. We're going to be seeing a lot more of Luxord now, and we get to see just what kind of person he really is (well, sorta) and I'm excited about it.

Larxene's also letting her walls down a bit more. What other choice does she have, really, when Luxord's the only one who can keep her company? Not that she's minding that, but I digress.

If it all seems like its happening too fast, well, it IS happening a BIT fast, but pay attention to the dates of the diary entries. That's why I put the dates on there. What seems like has only been a day could actually be several. It all depends. For example, five days have passed since the last chapter.

Oh, also! There's a device they're talking about in this chapter which they refer to as a "phonograph" or a "gramophone" (depending on who's talking. Lawl, language barriers.) and it is pretty much just an old school record player. (There, I saved you from having to go to Wikipedia!)

And also... I'm a big fag for Tchaikovsky. Pardon it if I have several references to him in this story, or any others.

Anyhow, I think that's enough rambling for now. Enjoy!

March 19, 1922

I would have never expected for this past week to go as relatively smoothly as it did, given certain situations.

Luxord has been surprisingly mellow, though every time I go to leave the room, he does seem to have this look of panic in his eyes. I've come to the conclusion that he is such a social fiend that the mere thought of not having someone to entertain drives him crazy.

And entertaining, indeed, he is. He knows more card tricks than there are cards in the deck! He's tried teaching me some, but I can scarcely shuffle them, let alone try to perform a trick.

All in all he's been, dare I say, pleasant. I'll admit, I like the changes I've seen in him.

And he is quite the romantic. I would have never guessed that…

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Larxene stared up at the double doors leading into the dining room with confusion. This was the last room in the house that she could search for Luxord's whereabouts, yet the doors were locked. She'd spent a good portion of the day, since she'd awoke at noon, looking about the mansion for him. Usually he was outside her door waiting to escort her to breakfast. However, they'd stayed up late the pervious night, sifting through old family photographs of hers and laughing at how her parents had changed over the years. Initially she believed he was still asleep but when she peered into his room she saw he wasn't there. Nobody else seemed to be present in the house either, so she quickly bathed and dressed and began a search for them. She'd searched all day without so much as a whisper from another soul in the house. It was growing annoying. And she stood before the only room she hadn't checked, only to find the doors locked. It was then as she was ready to give up and head to bed, that she heard the doors to the entry hall burst open behind her. She spun around to see her husband standing with an armful of flowers.

Luxord stared at Larxene quietly a moment before forcing a smile. "Good evening, dear."

Larxene cocked an eyebrow and planted her hands on her hips. "Where've you been? I looked all over the place."

"You were looking for me?" Luxord smiled softly and stepped toward the dining room doors. "We've been setting up."

"Setting up?" Larxene watched curiously as Luxord tapped lightly on the doors and they were pulled open. Once he stepped inside she spotted Naminé right away. "Naminé! What are you doing?"

Naminé grinned sheepishly and curtsied. "Forgive me, Miss Larxene. I wasn't there to serve you today because your husband needed my assistance."

"Assistance? Assistance with what?" Larxene huffed and brushed past the girl into the dining room but when she stepped inside it was not dull and lifeless as she expected. She was taken back by how beautiful the room looked. All around were candles and flowers decorating the entire expanse of the hall, and on the table, a meal was already spread out. "Naminé, you did all this?"

"Oh no, I only had the chef prepare your favorite and arranged all the candles while Mister Luxord fetched all the flowers. We've been busy all day." Naminé smiled and excused herself quickly, rushing out the doors and shutting them behind her.

Luxord looked from the flowers he was trying to arrange in a vase to Larxene and back again. "She's really too modest, she did a lot. I can scarcely arrange these flowers the way she did, and this is the most important piece."

Larxene stared around the room in awe before turning her eyes to Luxord. "What's all this for?"

"Our anniversary, of course!" Luxord sighed, gave up on the flower arrangement and stepped over to his wife. "We've been married a full week and managed not to kill each other." He chuckled softly and grabbed her hands in his. "Would you happen to have a gramophone?"

Larxene furrowed her brow in thought. "A what?"

"You know, the device that plays disc records. You wind it up and it has a large, trumpet like output piece." Luxord hurried over to the table and picked up a small disc to display to Larxene. "It plays these."

"Oh! A phonograph!" Larxene laughed and nodded. "Learn to speak English, why don't you."

Luxord chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not going to dignify that with a response. Do you have one or not?"

"Yes." Larxene grinned and pointed over to the corner of the room where their large phonograph peeked out from behind a flower arrangement. She watched intently as Luxord rushed over to it and placed the disc record on it, beginning to turn the crank to wind it up. After a moment the sound of a symphony erupted from the phonograph and Luxord was back at her side.

Luxord bowed to Larxene and took her hand in his. "May I have this dance?"

Larxene blushed lightly and turned her gaze away from Luxord. "You ask like I have a choice."

Luxord grinned and pulled his wife against him. He lead her in a slow waltz where they stood and hummed quietly along with the music. "Do you recognize the composer?"

"Tchaikovsky, right?" Larxene nodded quickly to herself, answering her own question. "Yes, the Romeo and Juliet Overture." She laughed softly and shook her head. "My father used to make me listen to many composers all through my childhood, and I even learned a lot about them in boarding school."

"You're like Juliet, you know?" Luxord chuckled and whirled Larxene around. "And I, foolishly, am like Paris. So who is your Romeo, I wonder?"

Larxene scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Don't compare me to a girl who childishly died for love. That type of plot has no basis in today's society. I married you, didn't I?"

"Mmm, indeed. And one can only wonder why." Luxord smiled down at Larxene and pressed his lips to her ear. "Don't be afraid to say it, dear. I know why you married me."

Larxene's face paled. "Y-you do?"

Luxord let out a small laugh. "I could hardly blame you, dear. As dashing and witty as I am, how could you resist?"

"Oh please…" Larxene snickered and rolled her eyes. "You're so full of yourself."

"Perhaps." Luxord grinned and moved his hands to cup Larxene's face. "But you have to admit, in a way it can be attractive."

Larxene blushed lightly and averted her gaze from her husband. "What do you want from me? To say that I think you're handsome? You can forget that, I don't pay compliments."

"How unfortunate, then. I suppose I'll have to gain your affections another way." Luxord leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to Larxene's. He half expected the woman to force him away, but she didn't. He let one hand slide back into her hair as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.

Larxene had been caught off guard when Luxord leaned in to kiss her, but that didn't mean she wasn't receptive of it. Still, she was mentally battling herself. Wasn't she cursing this man a mere week ago? Didn't she despise him? But the past couple of days had changed everything. He was kind and funny and not at all what she'd expected. He was the kind of man she imagined she would choose for herself, if she'd had a larger selection. Still, there was this air of danger about him in the way that she didn't truly know what he was capable of. She liked it. So when he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, she accepted. It was different than when she had kissed Demyx. Demyx, for one, lacked all motivation to be dominant. Luxord however was more than willing to take the reigns. Larxene had never met a man she couldn't walk all over, at least, not until now. When she thought about it, she rather liked that Luxord seemed to have a spine. So she let her hand slide up his chest to rest on the back of his neck.

Luxord pulled slowly away from Larxene and placed a final gentle kiss on her lips before smiling and taking in a big gulp of air. "I'm afraid we have a problem."

Larxene looked up at Luxord curiously. "What kind of problem?"

"My dear…" Luxord chuckled and placed his mouth against her ear as he continued their dance. "I'm afraid I may be falling for you, and that is a very dangerous problem indeed."

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How could I respond to that? I couldn't, and I froze.

The rest of our time was spent in silence over dinner. After that, we both retreated to our rooms for the evening. It was just awkward to say the least, and it only got more awkward a mere hour ago. I was about to turn in for the night when a strange noise came in through the wall. I pressed my ear against the wall and realized that what I heard was sobbing coming from Luxord's room.

I thought I'd ignore it and just climb into bed, but my curiosity got the best of me, and even now I can't sleep after what I saw. My mind is too full of curiosity…

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Larxene furrowed her brow as she opened her door quietly and tiptoed out into the hall. It was dark but thankfully Luxord's room was only a few short feet away. She pressed her ear to the door and listened intently to the other side. There was still sobbing. Hesitantly she reached out and turned the knob on the door, cracking it open enough to peer in. She spotted Luxord almost directly, hunched over in bed staring down at something in his hand, and indeed, he was crying. Despite her better judgment, she pulled the door closed and quickly knocked. "May I come in?"

Luxord jumped at the sound of the knock and wiped his eyes on the back of his hands. "Y-yes!"

Larxene reopened the door and stuck her head inside. "Were you sleeping?"

"Uh, no." Luxord shook his head and forced a smile. "Just starting to unwind. I was going to have myself some of your father's stash in a moment."

"Oh." Larxene nodded and stepped further into the room. "You know, the craziest thing just happened. I could've swore I heard sobbing coming through the walls in my room. I was wondering if you heard it."

"You know, I thought I did." Luxord shrugged. "Maybe your home is haunted."

Larxene grumbled under her breath. She was determined she'd find out just exactly why Luxord had been crying. She stepped over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. "So, it wasn't you? It sounded sort of like a manly sobbing."

Luxord chuckled and averted his gaze. "There is no manly way to sob, my dear."

Larxene huffed and blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. "Well the only two people here are you and me, and I don't believe in ghosts."

"Well then we must both be hearing things. I have no reason to cry." Luxord grinned and rested a hand on Larxene's cheek. "I've got a beautiful wife, albeit a vicious one. I've got a lovely place to stay and an alcoholic father in-law who keeps enough alcohol around the house to serve the entire royal navy! What more could I want?"

"A man can have everything in the world that he could ever want, but that doesn't mean he has what he needs." Larxene snickered. "And no, before you go and mistake me for being some kind of deep and intelligent person, I heard that elsewhere." She looked at Luxord with a grin before shrugging. "But if you don't want to talk about it… I guess I'll leave…" She stood slowly but was stopped by a hand on hers as she expected she would be.

"Wait." Luxord pulled Larxene back and smiled. "Stay, just a little bit longer."

Larxene cocked an eyebrow and stared down at Luxord. "Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"

"Oh, come now. You don't really care about all that." Luxord pulled Larxene into his lap and pressed his lips to her collar bone. "We were having such a lovely evening earlier. Let's continue."

Larxene blushed brightly and pulled away from Luxord. "I'm happy to say I'm not drunk enough for that."

"Ah, harsh words from my harsh wife." Luxord chuckled and regained Larxene's hand, pressing it against his lips. "I apologize. Perhaps I'm moving too fast. After all, we've only been together this short week. And yet, it feels longer with these past few days."

Larxene rolled her eyes. "Well, I'll be turning in now if you have nothing more to add. Good night."

"Good night, dear." Luxord tugged Larxene close enough to place a kiss on her lips before releasing her and watching her half stomp, half rush out of the room in anger and embarrassment. He smiled to himself before rolling onto his side and clutching his pillow. "You'd like her, mum."