When I say cycle, I mean an entire 24 hours. A day. Because it would be weird to say day when they don't technically have that.
Please, for the sake of my sanity, don't preach to me about the storyline of Chain of Memories. I know I probably screwed some things up, maybe put one thing that happened after another thing. I probably made some stuff up too and the last thing I need is someone bitching at me, telling me I'm wrong. I tried my best and that's all that matters right?
CH 8: Sexual Innuendos
It wasn't that he was careless of his coordinates. It wasn't that he never let his eyes miss a crucial detail. It wasn't even that he would so much as let his guard down the slightest. No, it wasn't any of that.
It was the fact that he simply couldn't remember when it all went down hill.
"Where...what happened?" He looked up, partially dazed, at the expressionless Number VII above him. The Diviner looked down upon him in return, leaning forward slightly from his standing position. Luxord lay below him on his bed, neatly tucked in and with a face that couldn't be anymore confused. Saïx placed his hands behind his back before answering the question.
"You, Number X, were put under sedation by Number IV and are currently in your room, courteous of Number V." It took a minute for Luxord to process the information, only because it contained numbers that didn't immediately make sense to him. After a few moments he nodded his head in understanding, finding names to attach to the digits. He suddenly made a face of discomfort.
"Why?" Saïx stood silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out what piece of information the 'why' was directed towards. Not wanting to nitpick, he answered for both.
"Lexaeus brought you here under the orders of Number VI. As for Vexen, we are not sure why he put you under sedation. His answer was blackmail, but that's a far as we had gotten. We were also planning on asking you, but seeing as the drug effects haven't completely worn off..." He trailed off, watching Luxord shift his position. Straitening up, he allowed Luxord enough room to be able to sit up completely, wavering slightly from the action. He looked around, realizing he was in his own room, then turned his attention back to his Superior.
"I suppose that is the reason why my chest hurts then..." Saïx nodded, pointing towards the said area.
"Vexen had made an incision on the lower half of your torso, having it closed with the help of stitches. He claims they have a dissolving element, so they should disappear within the next few cycles..." Luxord looked down at his chest, his coat obstructing his view of his bare, and now invaded, skin. Bringing up a slightly trembling hand, he pressed his palm against his stomach, wincing when the cold metal of his zipper rubbed against the sore skin. Confirming the stitches, he let his arm drop on his lap, sighing. The Diviner observed him for a few more minutes in silence before walking away and disappearing into Luxord's bathroom. Luxord turned at the sound of rushing water when something beyond horrifying caught his eyes.
The baby's crib.
Luxord's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in shock. He had completely forgotten of the baby's existence and now it was in clear view of his Superior. The crib was sitting snuggly at the left of the door that lead to the bathroom, more than enough of a view for Saïx. But as the Diviner came out with a damp towel in hand, Luxord couldn't help but rethink the entire obviousness of the situation.
Saïx
Number 7
The Luna Diviner
The Nobody who should have been the Second in Command but wasn't, instead having to put up with the daily bull that Xigbar harassed him with, had walked right past the crib. Not even so much as a passing glance was made, his coat literally brushing against the side. Luxord rubbed his eyes roughly, his Superior stopping in front of him.
"Here" he said, holding out the towel in front of Luxord. "This is to prevent fever." Not accepting the towel right away, Luxord kept glancing back to the crib and up at Saïx. He remembered Vexen had done this before, only confirming that he had indeed seen the baby when Luxord asked him. He couldn't help but wonder if it was safe to do the same with Saïx. His Superior was in close contact with Xemnas and anything that sounded even the least bit interesting, he would inform him about. Deciding to keep his mouth closed, the Gambler took the towel, laying back down on his bed and placing it gingerly on his forehead. He took another quick glance at the crib but this time when he did so, Saïx decided to act upon it by looking back with him. He turned, now directly looking at the crib, but it had yet to spark any interest in the Nobody. He turned back to face Luxord, blinking.
"What is it?" he asked. Luxord shrugged quickly. If his Superior wasn't going to do anything about it, he might as well do the same.
"I thought I saw something. Must have been my imagination." The Diviner nodded slowly, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. After a few nods he added quietly, "Maybe you need some more rest...sit the next meeting out..." This sparked Luxord's attention.
"The next meeting? What is the subject?"
"We're going to discuss the groups findings. Apparently there is a castle situated neatly in the middle of nowhere, or so I've heard Axel claim." Luxord nodded, highly intrigued by the new information. If Organization XIII acquired a separate base, it would give their defenses more strength. It would also give them the upper hand in gaining more hearts from the Keyblade Master. Luxord wanted to press his Superior for more information, but was cut off by a portal forming at the foot of his bed. Xigbar stepped through, placing his hands on his hips.
"Xemnas wants you." He said curtly. Saïx answered him in the same fashion.
"For?"
"Hell, if I know. He just told me to get you." Letting out a slight growl, Saïx opened up his own portal and left for Xemnas' chamber. Xigbar did not follow, however, instead choosing to stay with his thoroughly invaded comrade. Picking the spot where Saïx stood only moments before, he defied gravity by sitting Indian style a few feet off the ground.
"Xemnas didn't really want him, did he." Luxord stated, rather than asked. Xigbar grinned, rubbing the back of his head.
"Oops." he said lightly. Luxord shook his head, a smile forming on his lips.
"You're a horrible person."
"Am I really? I always thought I was heartless." Xigbar emphasized the last word, earning a small chuckle from the Gambler. Removing the towel from his head, Luxord sat up to get a better look at the Freeshooter, equalizing their eye level.
"In any case, what are you doing here?" Xigbar opened his mouth in mock shock, his hand going up to clutch his chest.
"What, you don't want me here? All I ask for is some time to spend with my recently suffering amigo." Luxord rolled his eyes, throwing a pillow at the grinning Superior who dodged it effortlessly.
"Ha, you missed me." he said, sticking his tongue out, touching his thumb to his nose and wiggling his fingers in triumph. Luxord brought his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them loosely to avoid further injuring himself. Xigbar's smile faltered at this, dropping his shoulders a bit.
"Is it that painful?" he asked, any sign of lightheartedness stripped from his tone. Luxord shrugged.
"I'll live. Besides, I've been through worse. This is nothing compared to...other things." Xigbar looked down at his lap, his face becoming blank from the underlying seriousness of the conversation. Luxord broke the silence that followed after.
"What will the Superior do to Vexen?" Xigbar huffed, folding his arms across his chest.
"I don't know and honestly I don't care. As long as that conniving bastard stays away from you, I'm totally cool with whatever Xemnas has planned for him and his sorry ass." Luxord shook his head in a disappointing manner.
"Such language Xigbar."
"Hey, it's not my fault. That guy almost killed you when he ripped you apart and he thinks it's ok as long as you're alive. Well it's not. If what he did to you changed who you were in any way, I would have ripped him limb from limb, making sure he felt ever ounce of pain he could have caused you." Luxord stared at his comrade, a frown on his face. He never doubted Xigbar's train of thought, always taking it into consideration when he answered him. This time however, he felt the need to lighten things up more than they needed.
"Aw...Xiggy's afraid of losing his only friend." Xigbar blushed, not only from the atrocious, yet slightly flattering nickname, but from the downsizing tone Luxord had used to answer the Freeshooter. Stepping down, Xigbar touched base with the floor once again, his hands resting on his hips.
"Ok, one: Don't call me whatever the hell you just called me." Luxord nodded in understanding, knowing Xigbar was using his Superior status against him. "And two: I'm not afraid because being afraid is an emotion. I'm just...not on good terms with that guy..." Luxord placed his elbow on his knee, supporting his head in his palm. He put on a smile, the conversation amusing him.
"You don't seem to be on good terms with anyone in the Organization. Before this incident, you claimed you were not compatible with Number V because he kept attacking you with large boulders." Xigbar closed his eye, picking to walk casually around the room.
"Now, see here Luxord, there is a good reason why I don't like most of the others..." Luxord stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue, his smile never leaving. Xigbar looked at him, becoming awkwardly silent for a few minutes as if in an attempt to gather what thoughts he might have had together.
"The others: They aren't as lovable as one would like for them to be. They aren't into the things I'm into, namely shooting at targets, sparring and most importantly, just having a good time. Yeah, it's a futile attempt and trying to have a good time because we cannot feel happiness or joy. I'm not so sure about you because after that game of Freeze Tag, you were off your rocker. But that's beside the point. The point is that Nobody's, like Axel for instance, aren't exactly my cup of tea. He's loud, like I am at times, but he way too obsessed with killing everything he sees with fire. It's a bad habit, especially when you're around him to induce these urges." Luxord thought for a minute, taking in what Xigbar had said. His Superior stood there, waiting for Luxord to critique his miniature speech. Directly behind him was the crib, but as Luxord observed throughout the conversation, it was nothing to Xigbar.
It's like he can't even see it...
"Well" he said, clearing his throat. "Why am I your cup of tea then? I seem to be the only one you like to pester in a friendly manner, so I suppose my question is, why myself?" Xigbar let out a gruff laugh, heading back to Luxord's bedside. Placing his hands on the mattress, he leaned in close to the Gambler's face.
"Because..." His breath tickled Luxord's nose, causing him to lean back slightly. "You can't play Poker with a pair of Chakrams." Xigbar stayed still before pulled back, a wide smirk on his face. Luxord raised an eyebrow.
"I should probably rethink who I acquaint myself with from now on..."
"That hurts me you know."
"It's hurts more to know you only want me for my deck. Speaking of which, where is the one I gave you?" Xigbar held up a finger.
"Correction: you gave Axel your deck of cards, so being a side person of this problem, I wouldn't know where you could find them."
"Larxene had informed me that you played Strip Poker with her and a few other members..."
"That was after you gave Axel your deck."
"Your point?"
"Don't ask me because I'm not the person you initially gave the cards to; once again, I'm just a side person. Now if you don't mind, I would like for us to get to the Meeting Hall. We kind of have a meeting to attend." Xigbar opened a portal, offering passage to Luxord. Taking the invitation, Luxord removed the sheets from his lap, carefully, but quickly shifting to the side of the bed. Gritting his teeth from the pain that came from standing, he gingerly stepped towards his Superior, slouching ever so slightly. Xigbar patted his back, reassuring that he wouldn't let Luxord deal with the pain on his own and stepped through with him to the desired room.
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20 more minutes...just 20 more minutes until I can finally get back in bed...
Hood up, Luxord sat back in his assigned chair, his eyes closed from the white interior and the pulsing pain that came whenever he breathed. So far, he endured 2 hours in the meeting, learning what he could during moments of euphoria. Their new castle, affectionately named Castle Oblivion by Axel, was not your average stronghold. It had the exterior of a Picasso painting, and more than enough floors and basements. Inside, the walls were stark white, the power behind the many rooms still on hold. Now the issue at hand was what to do with the two Neophytes that occupied that castle. This was where Luxord chose to to tune in, if only for a moment.
"The two Neophytes seem to have a strong connection with the Key Bearer." Marluxia announced. Xemnas nodded, urging the Assassin to continue. "The first one, a girl, has the power to alter the memories of a desired person. Namely the Key Bearer and those possibly in close relation to him. We are also assuming she is the Nobody of one of the Seven Princesses. The second Neophyte, a boy, is a Nobody." He paused, a small grin playing on his lips. "This Nobody...is the Nobody of our beloved Sora." The Hall suddenly buzzed with voices, all of them wanting to know more of the two Nobody's. Somewhere in the mist of it all, Axel had pointed out that the boy's name was to be Roxas, no question's asked. Luxord, because of the pain, did not speak up, but had the same eagerness as the rest of them. Who were the two Neophytes and how could they serve Organization XIII?
Holding up a hand, Xemnas was able to quickly regain control. When the last echo faded out, Xemnas refilled the room with his own voice.
"So...we finally have a piece of the Key Bearer...how interesting..." Xemnas thought to himself for a few minutes, the rest of the Organization waiting patiently for the final verdict of the two strangers.
"Where are they now, Number XI?" he asked.
"They're in the castle, sir. I established a few lower Nobodies to keep an eye on them in case they tried to escape." Xemnas nodded in approval. "Very well Number XI. Then I shall split up the Organization and send the selected six to occupy Castle Oblivion. If the Nobody of Sora is kept there, he may become drawn to it and thus our first encounter with him would begin." Everyone nodded, except for Luxord.
"Sir?" He said quietly. Xemnas turned to him, his face unreadable due to the hood. Though, to Luxord, it wouldn't have made a difference.
"What is it Number X?"
"I would like to ask to be excluded from your decision...I am not in the...best of health to travel, let alone prepare myself to...face the Key Bearer at Castle Oblivion...I'm sure Number IV can...agree with me..." Out of the corner of his eye, Luxord could see Vexen cringe from the mention of his number. A few other members looked on at the two in question, some knowing and others unknowing of the connection they both had. Taking the problem into consideration, Xemnas nodded.
"Very well. Because of your current state, Number X will be excluded from the decision, therefore being safe from having to travel to Castle Oblivion. The personal matters that surround this decision, we will discuss later. Any more questions?" No one responded. "Good. Then I shall see you all come the next meeting and I shall have my decision made up by then. In the mean time, I suppose you can all relax. No missions will be given out, but make sure you are awake for next time. Understood?" Receiving more than eager nods, he dismissed the group. Watching a few of the members quickly leave through portals, Luxord set to opening his own.
But nothing happened.
Luxord sat there, blinking in confusion as the portal that should have appeared and taken him to his room did not arrive. Frowning, he closed his eyes, reaching deep inside him to retrieve the darkness and manifest itself into the all too familiar portal. This was the normal ritual used to create what they needed at any given time; portals, heartless, even their own weapons were created from an inner darkness. But as Luxord looked inside himself for that same darkness, he found he could only summon half of what it was once before. Not nearly enough to transport him a couple of feet away, let alone to his own room. Growing frustrated, he tried once more, failing as he had previously.
"Are you coming Luxord?" The sudden, upside down head of his Superior appeared in front of him tilting slightly to his left. Luxord sighed heavily.
"It seems I cannot summon a portal, Xigbar." The Freeshooter smiled.
"Well that's because you're not fully recovered." he said matter-of-factly. "When we Nobodies get sick or are hurt, it's not likely we'll be able to do basic things like what you're trying to accomplish."
"Oh..." Keeping his smile, Xigbar flipped his position, standing now right side up in front of Luxord. He extended his hand. "Where to, mi amigo?"
"My quarters, please." This was where his smile faded away.
"Aw, but what about the party? Don't you want to hang around with the Organization while it's still in one castle?"
"They will come back eventually."
"You can't be too sure of that." Luxord raised an eyebrow and Xigbar's statement. He looked into the scarred man's face, searching for some sign of carelessness, but his features showed no such feeling. Unfortunately, Luxord had almost expected that to happen. Before the silence extended for too long, Luxord spoke up again.
"I suppose I can join you in your celebration...however I would like to go back to my quarters for a quick nap, if you please." Regaining his trademark grin, Xigbar waited for Luxord to grab his hand before sending them back to Luxord's room. During the short journey, the Gambler felt a slight uneasiness in the darkness, not fully accepting it like he had been for so long. Once inside, Xigbar helped him limp to his bedside before going off again. Alone once more, Luxord decided to change his clothes, mostly due to the fact that the zipper rubbing against his stitches wasn't the greatest feeling in the world. Discarding himself of the uniform, he took the time to look at what his chest consisted. Surprisingly, and almost frighteningly, the stitches ran down farther than he anticipated. Or felt for that matter. The closed areas were puffy and swollen, the area around them red. The closure seemed professional, but the wound had lacked the proper treatment thus far. Biting back another groan of pain, Luxord managed to limp his way towards the baby's crib, deciding he had spent too much time away from the smaller being.
Looking inside the crib, he found the child to be asleep, something it seemed to be doing more often than not. Reaching down, he patted its head softly, careful not to have it awake.
So innocent...just like I was once...
"Enjoying your freedom Dearest Luxord?" Slender hands gripped the crib on either side of Luxord, blocking any type of exist for the Nobody. Withdrawing his hand, Luxord slowly and more than painlessly turned to face the other. He tilted his head up, making eye contact.
"I'm not enjoying anything." he said, answering the previously asked question. He received a grin from the taller Nobody.
"But you looked so peaceful."
"That was before you came in here uninvited, yet again."
"I can do what I want around you."
"Why is that? Because you are my Superior?"
"I always will be 6 Numbers before you." Scowling, Luxord brought up a hand to the Nobody's chest, nudging him backwards to create more room between them. The Academic held his ground, succeeding in annoying the Gambler.
"You were never the one to respect personal space." Luxord commented, giving up his futile attempts at moving the scientist. Vexen smirked, pressing himself against Luxord, the smaller Nobody's back stopped on the crib. He brought their faces close together, noses centimeters away.
"You're just mad because you weren't awake when it happened." With most of his strength, Luxord managed to shove the scientist back a few feet, watching at the taller man took a second to regain his balance. Subconsciously, he barred his teeth but Vexen ignored it and simply frowned from the sudden push.
"What are you here for?" Luxord asked, placing one hand in his pants pocket. Vexen huffed slightly, before reaching in his coat pocket to pull out a small tube of some sort.
"I was ordered to give you this. It's a pain killer cream for your stitches." He tossed it, Luxord catching it effortlessly with his free hand. He examined it, before looking back at the scientist in uncertainty.
"How do I know it's not some type of unstable sample?" Vexen folded his arms across his chest, rolling his eyes.
"Zexion created it, I'm just the delivery man." Appreciating the information, Luxord opened the tube and squeezed a pea sized glob of cream on his index finger. Then he gently rubbed the substance on top of the stitches and on the surrounding swollen area. Almost instantly, the pain subsided to almost nothing. The cream itself disappeared once applied, leaving the skin dry like before. Smiling in comfort, he proceeded to cover the rest of the area, eager to rid himself of the pain. After a few minutes of being silent and watching, Vexen coughed loudly to gain Luxord's attention once again.
"What?" Luxord asked irritably, replacing the cap on the tube, his chest finally relieved of the painful feeling the stitches gave off. Vexen pointed towards the crib behind the Gambler.
"About that crib. I don't know if you've noticed, but I put a cloaking mechanism on it, so it wouldn't be as obvious as it was before. It is invisible and passable to everyone here, save for you and me of course." Luxord nodded, understanding the situation. The motive behind it remained unclear.
"Why?" Vexen shrugged.
"You promised to become my test subject, so I decided to...reward you, so to speak. Unfortunately, my original plan failed as you can clearly see, so I found no purpose of doing that for you. However..." he smiled slightly. "It's always nice to see something I've created come of use to a Nobody." Luxord nodded, placing the partially used tube in his pants pocket. Leaving his spot in a more straightened walk, he went to pick up his coat, putting it on and zipping it closed.
"Your debt is repaid then. Should you fall in our war against the Keyblade Master, I will be more than willing to avenge your death." Vexen smirked, opening a portal behind him. Taking a few steps inside the waiting darkness, he stopped, turning around to give Luxord one last, long stare.
"And I you." With that he left, not pausing to look back, nor hesitating to walk through, the portal closing behind him. Luxord stayed silent, his eyes glued to the spot where the scientist stood seconds before. A large heaviness in his chest settled in, forcing him to take longer, deeper breaths.
I hope that day never comes...
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"So you decided to come by after all?" Luxord looked up from his seat, an idiotic grin plastered on his Superior's face. The smell of liquor and beer surrounding the man gave him a reason to think that smile was alcohol induced. Not wanting to act upon it, he simply smiled back, answering the Freeshooter.
"I had nothing more to do on my own." Xigbar nodded, one hand placed on the small circular table where Luxord was currently sitting in an attempt to keep himself from falling. In his other hand, he held a bottle of Sake, swinging it towards Luxord and shaking it lightly.
"Some some?" he said, his words partially slurred. Luxord held up his hand, politely rejecting the offer. "I don't drink." Xigbar shrugged, muttering incoherently to himself before stalking off to join Axel and Demyx in a rousing game of spin the shattered bottle pieces. Laughing lightly to himself from the entirety of the situation, Luxord went back to his Virgin Pińa Colada and took a sip. Placing the drink back down on the coaster, Luxord took a minute to take in his surroundings. The Socialization Room had be transformed into an amateur club house. Small tables were scattered everywhere, games occupied every corner and more than enough booze engulfed the minds of those involved. Where the alcohol came from, he would never know. Though, there most likely was a mini bar somewhere in another room. Luckily for Luxord, he wasn't the only one who would eventually remember every single detail that happened here.
"Hey Luxord, mind if I sit here?" Larxene asked, pointing towards the unoccupied seat across the table from Luxord. He nodded, taking another sip from his drink. Larxene sighed in relief, hastily sitting in the chair.
"Who are you avoiding?" he asked, noting how she glanced every now and then to a back room door. She huffed at him before responding.
"Zexion." Luxord raised an eyebrow.
"May I ask why?"
"Well he and Xaldin were playing some kind of card game and Xaldin had the nerve to bet me. Now I owe Zexion a make out session in one of the closets." Luxord frowned, Larxene's story giving him a pain in his chest.
"Do you want to?" he asked. Larxene rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest.
"No way in hell. That kid probably has rabis after spending all day long stuffed up in that library of his." Luxord laughed, pulling out his spare deck of cards and began shuffling them.
"Then can I interest you in a game? Sitting here with just me can get very boring." He stopped when Larxene let out a loud laugh.
"You? Boring? Please, you're probably the least boring person in this castle. However, I don't really feel like playing cards. I actually think I have a phobia against them now."
"Very well..." Luxord said, placing the now thoroughly shuffled cards back in his sleeve. "I'm more interested in looking into your electric blue eyes anyway." Larxene blushed furiously, her eyes locked with Luxord's. After a few seconds she cleared her throat, trying to get words to come out.
"So...so what have you been up to... lately?" Luxord shrugged, placing his elbow on the table, resting his head in his palm.
"Oh, nothing really. I've just been thinking about you and me..." The Nymph giggled, mentally horrified of how out of character she was all of a sudden. Luxord smiled at her, his eyes seemingly lost in a daydream along with her own. His free hand traced the edge of his drink, the glove becoming damp from the lemon and salt. Larxene leaned forward, her arms folded on top of the table. Her face was stained with the red on her cheeks, matching his own.
"What about you and me?" she asked quietly.
"Just about how both of us could benefit from the sweet releases of sex." She laughed again, pulling back.
"You're such a horrible flirt."
"I can't help it; you're figure isn't one I would ignore. You're face has lovely features and your upbeat attitude keeps me wanting for more." She tilted her head to the side, a smirk appearing on her face.
"I see we have a poet here."
"The more talents I have, the more interested I can make you become."
"I'm sure that wouldn't take long." Larxene stood up, brushing her coat off lightly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find myself a drink m'kay?" Luxord nodded, his smile growing wider.
"I'll be waiting for your return." Giving him a small wave, she stumble from her seat and off to Luxord didn't know where. Not particularly caring, the Gambler sat there, staring at the seat across from him. He didn't know how to describe it, but he didn't fell empty on the inside. He felt more of a lightness inside him, Larxene's presence increasing the feeling. He didn't show it, but every time he spoke to her, he had to fight back a stutter. This whole thing was so new to him, so new in fact that the only way he figured to deal with it was to ignore it completely. That is, until someone brought it up.
"Luxord." Snapping out of his trance, he looked up to see Marluxia at the end of the table, his face blank.
"Yes?"
"Were you flirting with Larxene?" Luxord shrugged, not enjoying the sudden encounter. Marluxia frowned at his answer, stepping closer.
"Don't. She's mine." Recognizing the threat, Luxord stood up, his eye level a little less than the Assassin's.
"She isn't yours, Number XI. I have a chance to get with her, whether you like it or not." Marluxia laughed, a smirk planted on his face.
"On the contrary Number X, she seems to be most interested in me. So if I were you, I'd back off and turn gay or something."
"Oh, you mean like you for instance?" Marluxia opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted by Larxene stepping in between them, a drink in hand.
"Hey guys. What are you talking about?" Marluxia smiled, reaching out to play with her hair. Luxord barred his teeth, watching as Larxene blushed from the action.
"Nothing, just about how beautiful you are."
"Unhand her XI." Marluxia glared at his Superior.
"Bite me." In a matter of seconds, Luxord lunged at him, his fist connecting with Marluxia's eye. Larxene quickly jumped out of the way, watching as her Superior's prepared to duke it out.
"Guys, come on now. This isn't something you should fight for. There's plenty of me to go around." There was a pause. "...not in that way but you know what I mean, right? Guys?" She was ignored, Marluxia regaining his footing and attacking the Gambler. He dodged his fist, counterattacking with a kick to his side. Marluxia fell to the ground, his hand on his wounded side. Recovering quickly, he managed to avoid another flying fist and attacked with his own, knocking Luxord down on the floor with him. Marluxia quickly stepped forward to attack the fallen Nobody, but Luxord kicked out is foot, tripping him. Quickly he got up, straddling the pink haired man. Grabbing a fistful of pink hair, he lifted Marluxia's head, repeatedly smashing it against the floor. After a few good ones, Marluxia shifted his body weight, dumping his Superior beside him, repeating his actions, but this time grabbing for his neck. Tightening his grip, the Assassin watched as Luxord's breathing was shortened, his face becoming the lightest shade of blue. Before he could go further however, Marluxia was suddenly pulled off of the Nobody by a pair of strong arms.
"Number XI! Get a hold of yourself!" he heard Lexaeus say by his ear. Freed from the man's grasp, Luxord made for him, but was too stopped by a pair of muscular arms.
"Luxord, stop this right now!" Xaldin said, holding the smaller Nobody around the waist. Before any further damage was done, the two beaten Nobody's were dragged off, making futile attempts to break free from their restraints.
"Unhand me now!" Luxord screamed, his fingernails digging into the Wind Lancer's arms.
"Put me down!" Marluxia demanded, kicking furiously as the Silent Hero lifted him off the ground, carrying him in between his waist and the crook of his arm. In the mist of this all, Larxene stood there quietly, her drink in her hand. Taking a sip of her drink, she sighed.
"Men are so complicated sometimes."
So...yeah...this is my gift to you all. An 11 ½ page chapter with angst, drama, love and possibly jealous Nobody's. I mean it's not everyday you get to see two Nobody's duke it out, right? Well, I thought it was interesting. Anyway, I think I made Larxene a little out of character. I think I made her too passive. Oh well, better luck next time I suppose. Anyway, please review!!! I spent way too much time on this one and my bloody fingers need love. Oh, there's also a lack of the baby in this chapter, if you haven't actually noticed. I plan to make up for that in the next few, if not the rest of the chapters in this story, so don't yell at me just yet. Not that any of you have. Though, I thank a reviewer of mine for pointing it out. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have caught it myself.
