(MarVex and LarxLex arc; begin. o3o
DRAMA OMFG.
FWIW, retconning Larxene's spouse's name at some point. My weirdest thing with making random one-off OCs is definitely fitting their names into the sort of KH theme, at least in this story, mostly because most of them were one-off assholes like Larxene's husband and the asshole who kills flies with his ruler and has the creepy hots for Senayax. I don't want to give them cool names because then they might turn into interesting characters, but they're just pure asshole. They're not even interesting asshole, they're just run of the mill douchebags, so it makes it hard to write for them. Sssyeah.
Okay, proving this is some of the best stuff I've done lately, one of my friends, who I love very much but is very fastidious, LOVED this chapter. So WOO YAY ME :D
Haha no Glee rant this time. Like I said though, not smashing on anyone for hating the show, just angry at the choices it's made. Please don't worry, I wasn't going YOU SUCK FOR LIKING GLEE. ^^;
Neil Patrick Harris you are too cute for your own good. Doctor Horrible is awesome, and he's just so fffffff and Nathan Fillion who is so omfg like WHOA. The adage, "There are no straight men, just men who haven't met Captain Malcom Reynolds?" Hoo boy. That man.
Right sorry fangirling aside. Xigbar ends up showing up a lot, huh? He's easy for me to write for some reason; it's just the way he acts and talks. Plus he has to show up, he actually finds them. And for some weird reason, he and Marluxia actually kind of bond. Don't ask me why.
I don't like referring to the Nobody as "the man" and "he," so Marluxia picked his own name out. It kinda makes sense; he's rebellious and flouts Xemnas' authority even in-game, so GO ME FOR STICKING TO CANON WITHOUT MEANING TO :D
And that's mostly it! I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend, but I'll be updating later anyway so I'll find out eventually. xD Love you all~
HK nwo t'nod.
Dedicated to our very first "sea census," which is apparently YOU THERE COUNT THOSE STRANDS OF SEAWEED but still. xD)
She woke up with blood on her hands and a smile on her face.
The woman didn't realize what she'd lost; emotion had been such a foreign notion before that becoming a Nobody had not changed her in the slightest. The bloodlust had gone, leaving her only with what was like broken shards of hatred and rage. She winced, standing up and stretching, feeling bones pop and shift as her muscles stretched, protesting at her sudden movements.
Her head hurt. She wasn't sure why, but it was killing her. She needed to find a place to go, but she couldn't even remember where she was...or, well, who she was, to be honest. She wrinkled her nose. Flashes of memories were coming back to her now; a man with his tongue made of poison and his fists made of iron, acid words burning away at her skin until she was stripped naked...flowers. Wilted, slightly old flowers, something that was a half-hearted attempt at reassurance and apology. For who?
Relane.
"No." She murmured. "Not anymore."
She shrugged off the jacket she'd been wearing; it was soaked with blood. It didn't appear to be her own, but there wasn't a body around...whatever. She realized she had a knife in her pocket, and she took it out, testing its' quality. It shone as it caught the faint sunlight coming in through the alley, and the steel looked well-cared for and tempered. Plus, it appeared to be stainless. She nodded with approval; it was something she could use. She put it carefully back in her pocket and left the alley, looking around at the street.
It was morning, it looked like; the air was still misty and muggy with fog, and very few people mingled in the streets. She was mostly alone, which suited her just fine. She had to get somewhere where she could hide until she had pieced together her life again; she knew full well that she wasn't entirely whole right now, and she needed to find a safe haven.
She felt the soft wad of cash in her pocket as she fumbled around in them, sighing with relief as she pulled it out to reveal it was a decent-sized wad of money. She needed new clothes; thankfully, she was wearing black, so the blood didn't show up very much, but she was wearing clothes with the blood of someone she didn't know on them, and it disturbed her.
She looked up and down the street. There wasn't a store in sight, but there were signs, and one of them said that a store was going to be two streets up from her left. That was fine with her. Walking would give her time to think, and maybe while she thought, she might make herself a good name.
Marluxia sighed, surveying the area with a lazy glance, not even bothering to push his hair out of his eyes. He'd been out for a week and hadn't found anyone who intrigued him. He was bored.
After he'd woken up in the middle of his house, alone with a pool of blood beside him, he'd decided it was best to head out somewhere else. The name Marluxia had come to him once he'd sat and meditated for awhile, and as he had attempted to start over, he'd found it worked well; it seemed to...flow with him. Who he was now. It worked out okay for him and he was good with that.
But no matter what city he went to, or what store he perused, or what street he walked...he couldn't find someone. He knew he had to find someone. He didn't know who they were, but whatever had taken over his mind was only giving him a painful sort of throbbing where his heart had been as a clue. He sighed, leaning against the wall of the building he had been passing. Another clothes shop; this was a well-to-do city, and it had all the swag to show for it.
Nevertheless, he liked it; even though there were so many people, no one paid any attention to anyone else. It let him slip through the world unseen, and for those who did want to pry, he had been testing out some new tricks, and that little portal of darkness had come in handy once or twice.
He drummed his fingers against the side of his arm as he hugged it tight across his chest. He didn't know what to do, but if he waited, something was likely to show up; he might as well go to one of his little "thinking spots" and wait for someone to pass by and catch his attention.
With a soft, almost venomous smile, Marluxia strolled down the street, petals trailing behind him like drops of freshly-shed blood.
Vexen wasn't quite sure why, but he woke up that morning with a heavy stone of dread lodged in his stomach. He shuddered, wanting nothing more than to crawl back under the covers and fall back asleep; however, it seemed that fate had other plans.
"Hey, Even?" Xigbar called, opening the door to his room. "You awake?"
He shot Xigbar a filthy look as he stood up and stretched. "Indeed, in no small part thanks to your gracious efforts." He snapped. Xigbar rolled his eyes, ruffling his hair with a small smirk on his face as he flicked Vexen's forehead.
"I aim to serve." He teased. Vexen snarled at him.
"Behave yourself, Xigbar. I haven't had a cup of coffee yet today, and you're already stretching my temper very thin. Unless you wish to call off your...amorous night-play, so to speak, due to frostbite, get me a cup of coffee before I change my mind." He spat. Xigbar rolled his eyes.
"God, fine; you act like I don't know you well enough to get you a cup. Made the way you like it, too; hazelnut cream with three sugars brewed scalding hot." He told him, sliding the burning mug into his hands. Vexen didn't mind; it was the only way for the heat to reach him, and sometimes a bit of heat was nice... He sighed, getting back to the task at hand.
"So what's the task, Braig?" He asked. Xigbar sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Well, Demyx was screwing around in one of the worlds with Peggy, just playing some music for people, you know; he's a freaking angel that way..." Vexen rolled his eyes as Xigbar sighed happily. "Well, anyways, he sensed darkness. But the person who'd been a part of it had disappeared and taken the darkness with them. Dem obviously got confused, and he tried to recon, but it was like the person had left the world entirely. It's pretty strange for a Nobody to be able to recognize another Nobody; well, at least if they're probably a newborn Nobody like this one." He shrugged.
"Anyways, Xemnas wants me to go out and look for them." He finished, giving him a satisfied smile. Vexen shot him a filthy look.
"And what did that have to do with 'wake Vexen up at an ungodly hour?" He snapped. Xigbar shook his head, and the seriousness in his eyes gave Vexen pause.
"Cause I knew I had to. Trust me, Even, being with Demyx has sort of...opened me up to these things. Probably part of the placebo heart, I bet. Either way, I knew you had to be awake for whatever goes down today." He murmured. Vexen sighed.
"If you say so. At least your little story will give me something to study. Now shoo, Xigbar, and if Zexion's up, tell him to bring breakfast down with him; this is an oppurtunity I have to take on straightaway." He ordered, pushing him out the door and closing it, going to get changed as quickly as possible. Xigbar rolled his eyes.
"Typical." He muttered. "I bet you'd skip breakfast otherwise, wouldn't you..." He trailed off, a small smirk spreading across his lips. "Well, I'm sure Zexion would be more than happy to find you some fudge-ripple strawberry ice cream, my dear skeletal scientist." He laughed. Apparently, making Vexen eat properly had turned into a family sport. Well, it was one he was good at, so he didn't mind.
He disappeared into the darkness after a quick message to Zexion, wanting to get as far away from the inevitable fallout as possible.
She had gotten new clothes for herself. They were nondescript; something that would not draw attention. Something safe. Black tank top, loose black pants; something to run in, if she needed to run. She wasn't sure if she'd have to run. She might. She would be prepared.
She kept moving throughout the day; exploring, making connections, seeing paths and shops and doors and people. None of the people saw her; their eyes slid over her like she was the color of water. That was fine with her. Water couldn't be hurt. Water couldn't be beaten. Water was strong; it went with the flow and pushed against obstacles until it wore them down. She could be the color of water right now.
The night was creeping over the horizon. She could taste it; there would be a thunderstorm. The night was bringing a thunderstorm with it, and that's why she knew. The air was getting hot, charged, almost rough, and she found out she couldn't breathe. She shuddered, trying to get away from the air that surrounded her, all to no avail.
In a blind dash, she realized she was in front of the park gate. Against her better judgement, she raced out towards the center of the park. A great, massive tree stood there, gnarled and ancient. Pale white flowers dripped from its' branches, and as one fell on her shoulder, she lost her common sense and embraced the tree, burying her face into the rough bark just as the lightning struck her and she found her name.
Larxene.
She was alive.
