It was quiet, except for the rolling thunder and the falling rain. The Castle was empty, save one person. This person, with hair like antennae, peered out the window with skeptical green eyes. She was propped up against a wall watching the rainfall through fogged glass. Somewhere above her head, the rain pounded against the roof.

It was always raining in The World That Never Was. So much, in fact, that Larxene swore she could smell the dampness seeping through the walls.

She sighed deeply, leaned away from the window, and flopped down onto the soft bed. She stared up at the ceiling, which was painted to look like the sky during a storm- that stormy grey-blue color. Larxene's eyes drooped. She'd love nothing more than to slip under that plush purple comforter and fall asleep- but she had a better idea. What would be more fun than pulling pranks on her fellow members during a terrible, stormy day?

A sleepy grin spread across her lips as she plotted. However, it was soon washed away. Larxene looked helplessly toward the window, the rain still falling hard.

She rolled herself into a sitting position as she listened to the thunder. She sighed deeply, arguing her boredom against the rain. It didn't take long for her to decide the exertion would be worth it.

Much to her dismay, Larxene was already soaked through with her first step outside.


Larxene grumbled angrily as she splashed through the streets of the Dark City. Dry ground was seemingly non-existent as water filled her boots. The buildings stood by silently, the luminescence of their windows diminishing.

Having gathered all she needed, Larxene sped back to the Castle. The scowl upon her face couldn't be more apparent. Larxene hissed angrily. She was soaked to the bone and shivering in her boots. Larxene's skin was red with chill and her blonde hair was plastered to her face. She swore under her breath, cursing the drowned rats which she now somewhat resembled.

Larxene tried to shake the cold from her back, continuously muttering under her breath. She didn't regret going out of her way. Not just yet. She was still debating whether or not the treats she got would be worth it.

A devilish grin jumped into Larxene's eyes. She carried a small parcel, which was cushioned by her breast. In it, lay her "treats". Of course, they wouldn't find these so "treat-like". Not these, no.

Larxene pushed herself to run faster; she had to plant her gifts before anyone returned from their missions. She didn't want someone to walk in on her and ruin the delightful surprises.

Larxene was careful not to jostle the contents, because if she did, the consequences would be dire.


The warmth of the Castle was welcoming. Larxene started to relax as she stood in the hall, trying to soak up as much warmth as she could. A soft plunking noise echoed from the droplets of water that hit the floor, which fell from the hems of her soaked through clothes.

Larxene kicked off her waterlogged boots and flung her heavy cloak to the floor. The remaining wet garments stuck to her skin, chafing uncomfortably. Larxene snarled as she tore from her shirt, shrugged off her jeans and left her clothes where she dropped them.

Larxene treaded softly through the Castle, trying to stifle any noises her feet should make, as was her habit. But in truth, keeping silent was downright impossible, especially with these floors.

The floor was always her downfall when she tried tricking or scaring someone. Not just that, but she hate the sound. That mechanical-y sound one's boots made. Larxene wanted to scream at Xemnas. He was the one who designed the Castle after all.

It wasn't long before she found herself wandering near the devil's room. She slowed her pace, her wet feet slightly sticking to the floor. Larxene peaked around the doorframe, and upon finding the room empty, she invited herself in.

She gently set the parcel upon the bed, and began wandering around the dark room, looking for a good place to plant one of her harmless bombs. Larxene opened up the closet and peered inside. Something soft bounced off the top of her head, having fallen from an upper shelf. She looked down at it, almost surprised.

Through the dim light, she could see the outline of a plushy, a rather disturbing plushy at that. She stood there, inspecting it. She knew she wanted to do more than just plant bombs, and this gave her an idea. Larxene knew Xemnas had more plushies, hidden somewhere.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he "accidentally left them out"? Or maybe… just misplaced them in someone else's room? That's possible, right? Larxene smirked. She found a few more as looked through the rest of his closet and the dresser, and found a good handful that lay beneath the bed. Larxene laughed, Maybe he got Saïx to make these for him?

Larxene thought for a moment, removing the plushies didn't seem embarrassing enough, so she also ripped up Xemnas's bed and scrawled "Axeeel wus her!" into the headboard, seeing as Axel was perceived as a dumb idiot who couldn't spell right. Either that, or he just didn't care.

Larxene rolled her eyes as she ran down the hall to Axel's room to plant a plushy in the pile of dirty clothes. Only, she was thrown out of the room by the sheer smell. Ew! It stinks in there! She decided to make quick work and simply shoved the plushy through the crack in the door, and slammed it shut.

She scattered the rest of the plushies throughout the Castle as she progressed.

Larxene danced into Zexion's room and threw some of his books onto the floor. She scattered the rest across the Castle, as she did with the plushies. Larxene knew how angry Zexion could get when someone messed with his books.

"Whups," Larxene exclaimed as she tipped the empty bookshelves over.

She danced back into the hallway, bumping into a broom closet. It was filled with cleaning supplies and maintenance materials. She quickly grabbed the fabric and air freshener spray bottles, closed the door, and ran back to Axel's room. If she wanted to do more to him, she'd have to make the environment bearable for her nostrils.

Larxene continued to carry out the rest of her life-ruining, relationship-ruining plans. She knew Axel and Xion once had something going on, so she replaced Axel's laptop with some of Xion's undergarments. Woo! Won't this be a surprise, she thought as she flung the undergarments into the air. They were all frills and lace and yuck. Larxene stuck out her tongue in disgust.

She then sprayed the linens lightly with Xion's perfume before she messed up the bed, to make it look as if it were recently used. She stood back to examine her work before running Axel's laptop down to her room. Larxene made a beeline for her closet and stowed it there. It was the safest place to hide a stolen belonging. No one goes in my room… NO one…

Larxene ran back to Xemnas's room to grab the forgotten parcel.

She had collected a wonderful bag of "insects" for her friend Demyx. Larxene laughed at the idea of him screaming when he found them under his pillow. They weren't real of course, just enough to scare him. At first glance they wouldn't be considered fake.

Larxene knew exactly what to do for Marluxia. His room was full of potted flowers. All those flowers needed pruning but there was no time to do it, so Larxene replaced them. If he touched these new flowers, they would automatically die… how sad would he be then?

Larxene tiptoed out of the room, making a disgusted expression… Why does he like pink so much…? The walls were painted different shades of pink, and the bedspread was all flowery. Hmm… Larxene smirked, what more could I do?

Larxene spent the next hour doing random things. Hiding belongings in the basement, placing harmless bombs in the bathtubs, planting embarrassing things the best places, and other things that got under the members' skin.

She did a little something for everyone, so no one would feel left out, you know? She even messed up her own room a little so it looked like she was also a victim, to undermine any convictions made against her. But then again, the organization should expect something like that from her.

Larxene stopped short of a familiar doorway. A sad frown sat upon her forehead as she slowly entered the room. When they were younger, Larxene painted over a beautiful mural, a mural that took ages to complete. For all Larxene knew, it could have still been in progress. She couldn't remember what Naminé painted, only the end result of her paint-over in black.

'There is no room for beauty, unless it's ME!'

Larxene's own words sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She flinched. She could only imagine a sad picture: Naminé crying, watching helplessly as her future girlfriend continued to ruin her beautiful masterpiece.

It wasn't often Larxene could make her fellow members cry, unless it was Demyx. (Larxene could make Demyx cry with the snap of her fingers.) For once in her life, Larxene was saddened by her actions, and tried to make it up to the girl.

Larxene sighed and slowly closed the door.

She sauntered back to the entry hall, to where she left her belongings. Even when she was about a foot away, Larxene could smell the wet dog smell wafting up from her cloak. She shuddered, I knew I should have hanged it up and let it dry! But there wasn't time to do anything about it, all the members were bound to return in a few minutes, and Larxene had to get out of there. Not to mention, she didn't want anyone to find her standing there, nearly butt-naked.

An explosive shattered the silence. One of Larxene's "treats" had gone horribly wrong.

***Ah-HA! YAY! Another chapter, finally completed! I admit, I was worried this chapter would just turn out as a list. "Larxene did this, then Larxene did that. Then Larxene planted 'harmless' bombs." But anyways, make sure to tell me what you think!

Oh, and I'd like to take this time to give a random shout out to my great friend, Xoxoroxas (also known as Roxy), just because I feel like it! Read her stories! NOW! You don't have to if you don't want to!

And P.S., I'm really sorry for how long it takes me to update this stinkin' story. Well, Bonne Journée!***