I only I could've seen the look on the faces of my watcher(s) when they found out I had updated after so long. I I promised that I would write more soon, but you houls know by now not to listen to anyting I say. I am started on chapter 12, but I'm not promising anything yet. You should check my profile for updates on this fic every once and awhile.
Chapter 11: Larxene
"Do you realize that we haven't had a new member in, like, months?!" Demyx said several months later. It was early November in the real-worlds, but The World That Never Was was still in oblivion. Demyx and Axel were eating sea-salt ice cream on the roof of the castle for no apparent reason.
"Yeah, but that's fine with me because it keeps Power Puff boy Marluxia right at rock bottom," Axel replied with a grin.
"Yeah, but it keeps Organization away from Thirteen. Now were just Organization Eleven. Somehow, it's just not as intimidating."
"Yeah, but it keeps Marluxia at the bottom," Axel repeated.
"What's so bad about him anyway?"
"He put plants in the hallway. He can practice his interior decorating skills somewhere else, like the Library. Places people don't go. The hallway is a bit much.
"On the topic of Marluxia-" Demyx said.
"He doesn't get his own topic," Axel interrupted.
"Well anyway, do you know where he's from?"
"Not a clue, but we could find out," Axel said with a smirk.
"To the records room!" Demyx shouted, leaping to his feet.
"Whoa, not so fast. I'm sentenced to kitchen work today," Axel said, holding Demyx from running off by the hem of his coat. "Xemnas found his vacation photo album in the lounge and immediately punished me, of all people!"
"Did you do it?"
"No," Axel replied instantly.
"You made a Nobody do it, didn't you?" Demyx asked, just as fast.
"Yup! We can go after dinner though." Axel formed a horizontal portal and jumped into it. He came flying out of the hallway wall and crashed into Xaldin.
"I'm going to kill you for that later," he commented, then turned into the kitchen. Axel followed.
"But for walking into my kitchen, I'm going to kill you right now," Xaldin growled.
"No, wait! Xemnas said I had to clean or something for punishment."
"Oh, right." Axel spent the next hour cleaning the stove and sink. He ran into Demyx in the hallway outside the Dining Room.
"So, how was working in the kitchen of doom?" He asked as they walked in to the Dining Room.
"Ah, it wasn't completely awf--" Axel stopped dead in his tracks as he approached his seat. Demyx did the same. There was an unfamiliar Nobody in the number twelve seat. And it was a girl.
"Oh my god," Axed whispered.
"Yeah, new member," Demyx whispered back.
"No Demyx, Xemnas has gone too far this time. This is so going to ruin our reputation."
"What reputation?"
"Number Eight and Nine, stop whispering like criminals and sit down already!" Xemnas barked from across the table. They sat down, in fear of being injured by an unhappy Xemnas.
"I can't find anything on this girl!" Axel announced after an hour of searching through piles of information on the floor of the records room. After discovering the new member at dinner, they had changed the subject of their search.
"Yeah, I know," Demyx said, popping up from underneath a pile of paper on the other side of the room. "They have stuff I don't even know about myself, but I can't find anything on this 'Larxene' person." Axel's head shot up.
"How did you find her name?" he demanded.
"I read it somewhere…" Demyx dug into the pile several times before pulling up the right sheet of paper. "Here! Number Twelve: Larxene, Element: Thunder. Everything else is blank." Axel laughed. "You know it's really not that funny…"
"No, not that," Axel responded. "I found Marluxia's file. It's got a whole page on his 'background and former occupations'. Apparently he's done a lot of 'interesting' jobs before he joined the Organization. I could use this to my advantage." He shoved the paper in his pocket. Then he pulled another piece of paper from atop one of the filing cabinets and burned it in his hand while Demyx eyed him questioningly. "That was my file. Now no one can use it to their advantage. Alright, Demyx, let's go." Axel started to leave.
"But who's going to clean up this mess?" Demyx asked.
"Are you serious? You sound like my mother. But once again, I have the perfect solution." He snapped his finger and a Dusk appeared wearing a maid outfit. Satisfied, Axel walked away.
"Was the outfit really necessary?" Demyx asked.
"Yes, Demyx, it was totally necessary," Axel replied sarcastically.
"Dusks have self-esteem too you know."
"They're halves of people that have been made into heartless, and are comprised entirely of squiggling blobs of silver spandex. I did that Dusk a favor." Demyx opened a portal and the two walked through.
"Where are we going anyway?" Axel asked as soon as the portal disappeared. "This is the lame floor." He was referring to floor five. Axel usually avoided the library.
"I know, I know, I need to look for something," Demyx said, walking into the library.
"A book maybe?"
"Yup."
"Demyx, you really must learn," Axel demanded. "People asking stupid questions are perfect targets for sarcasm."
"Whatever." Demyx ignored him and started wandering into the mass of randomly placed shelves that made up the library. There were also some chairs and a large table on the other side of the room. After ten minutes of fiddling with a scrap of paper he found on the floor, Axel got bored.
"That's it, Demyx, I'm leaving," he called. There was an undistinguishable muffled answer from somewhere amongst the masses of bookcases.
Axel headed out the door, but ran into a shorter hooded Nobody on the way out.
"Watch where you're going," he said without looking up.
"Maybe you should watch where you're going," said a feminine voice from behind the hood. She pulled down her hood.
"Hey, you're that new girl, aren't you? Larxene, is it? Where are you from?"
"Yeah, like I'm going to tell you," she said, sarcastically.
"Why not?"
"Do you only use questions when you speak, or are you capable of regular speech too?"
"I could light you on fire for that," Axel said, half-jokingly.
"Oh, please, like that's never happened to be before," Larxene responded, sarcastically again. "You really suck at making threats, don't you? So tell me who you are and where you're from, or I'll kill you." She glared at him while she summoned her weapon, which was six knives, designed for throwing.
"You wouldn't really kill me…" Axel mumbled. Larxene flung a knife at his head, which he barely dodged.
"Next one won't miss," Larxene chorused with a sweetly sour smile, while twirling another knife in her throwing hand.
"Fine. I'm Axel, Number Eight."
"Where're you from?"
"Uh, Hollow Bastion," Axel said, not wanting to give out his actual hometown. Larxene scowled and flung another knife, which sunk deep into Axel's right shoulder.
"That was for lying." Larxene made all the knives disappear, including the one in Axel's shoulder, and the one stuck in the floor at his feet. Then she plucked a book from the bottom of a nearby stack, without it falling, plopped herself in a chair and, flipped it open without saying anything. As axel retreated through the door, she made one final comment.
"Halloween Town."
"Huh?"
"You asked where I was from and I'm telling you, Halloween Town."
"Right," Axel mumbled and summoned a portal, wincing from the pain in his now-bleeding arm.
I'm happy now that Larxene's a character. I have some ideas for her. Plus, now there's only one spot left in the organization. I wonder who it'll be?
Another note: Nothing's final, but I'm considering upping the rating to T for this fic. I wanted to add a tad bit of violence, mostly for Larxene... I hope that's not a problem for any of the few people who actually follow this fic.
