(Can I be honest and mention how I love Marluxia is just like GREAT JOB HONEY YOU KILLED HIM :D because that just makes me lol every time.

FIFTIETH CHAPTER ANNIVERSARY! :D FIFTY DOWN, NINE HUNDRED AND FIFTY OR MORE TO GO.

...Wait that's not a good thing. D: Oh god I'll be writing this into college. Awesome or insane? Can it be both?

This is probably a world that's sort-of like ours. Think Midgar. We have cities and shit, but we do not have materia and evil megacorporations dropping plates on us. Yet.

I honestly don't know if Marluxia is from this world, or if he just found his way here in response to Larxene. /shrug/ Sorry I'm no help; they're their own people sometimes, and I'm just a scribe.

Seriously lol-ing at how they get away with murder. Ohwell; if this IS basically Midgar, I doubt anyone would care anyway. ^^;

Marluxia has creepy inner monologues. I love how HE gets to be horribly creepy and IC. Larxene is just insane.

For the record, once she gets her shit together, she goes back to her old bitchy self. Since I doubt it's really spoilers, since it's come up in FtM, remember, she's just woken up after murdering her husband after let's say, oh, three years of systematic rape and abuse. No one is going to be completely "all there" after an incident like that.

Short this time, eh? Then SHAMELESS PLUG TIME; go watch Doctor Horrible. o3o Neil Patrick Harris is adorable, Nathan Fillion is downright funny, and I like Felicia Day. You can find the whole thing online, it's like forty five minutes, and it has MUSICALS.

...Considering I'm apparently Joss Whedon's illegitimate daughter, I suppose it is fitting I'm shilling for my father. xDx

Don't own KH or something.

Dedicated to people going through anything sad in their life atm. /hug/)


Marluxia tilted his head up and shivered. Rain. It was getting kind of cold out anyways, and the newly-grey skies and torrential downpours were the antithesis of helpful. He sighed. Well, there had to be someplace he could rest for the night. But first...

A smile spread across his features.

Rain or shine, there was always a party.


Larxene awoke to lightning racing across her skin and rain soaking her down to the bone. She shivered, tensing as each drop hit her skin. Something was wrong; the lightning should have killed her, and yet-

She reached out to touch it and it jumped into her hand, almost like a playful puppy as it danced and sparked around her fingers. She couldn't help but give it a small smile, and it seemed to glow in response. She held her knife up to it, and the little bolt glowed and sparked once more before settling into her knife.

She pressed it against her cheek for a moment, feeling the cool steel contrast with the burning spark inside of it. The feeling was strange, but it was...good. She liked it. She hadn't had much to appreciate for a long time.

The faint sounds of music reached her ears, and she lifted her head up slightly to pinpoint the location. West. Three blocks, maximum. It must have been pretty loud music, which meant...a party. She shrugged, standing up and brushing the mud off her shirt.

Well, the rain would wash the rest off for her anyways.

She was laughing as she walked down the streets, but for some reason, the laugh rang hollow, even in her own ears.


Marluxia surveyed the inside of the bar with a cool, calculating eye. The little girls made of tanned leather and makeup did not interest him; there was no sharp edge to them, nothing that made them interesting or pleasing. They were not enough and he was not sure why.

Marluxia had selected his attractions carefully; carefully enough that no one had ever been perfect enough to warm his bed. That did not bother him as much as it bothered other men; other men would settle for the riff-raff, but he would bide his time, waiting for his delicate little doll to fall into his lap.

He ordered a drink; nothing strong, he couldn't cloud his senses like that, but the sweet taste of the cocktail melted across his tongue like a delicate frost, and the cool liquid was enough to satisfy him for the time being.

He watched the other people with the calculating, predatory glance of a lion; there was a sleepy, almost bored-looking expression across his face, but if one looked closer, they would be able to see the glint of cunning ruthlessness in his sharp blue eyes.


Larxene had been able to get in without much trouble; she was still pretty, and someone

Relane

Had traversed bars like this many times before. She wasn't frightened. Fear was for weak little rabbits.

Like Relane.

She shook her head and banished the voice buzzing in her head long enough to accept a drink. The person who handed it to her was tall, and built like a small bear; his hair was slicked back and black, the gel he'd used shining dully in the fluorescent lighting. She smiled at him winningly, but pushed the drink back to him.

"Pretty nice of you." She replied. "I don't take drinks from strangers, though." The man smiled back at her.

"All right, then," he shot back, "what if you let me stop being a stranger, babe?"

Larxene paused. This was dangerous. She could feel the danger coming from him in little slimy waves that nibbled at her skin, but Larxene wouldn't be frightened of danger. Not like Relane.

"Sure." She purred. "Let's go somewhere quieter to introduce ourselves, mm?"

She stalked through the crowd like a lioness; they split apart to accomodate her, perhaps sensing the lightning that seemed to crackle just under her skin.

Marluxia's eyes found her in an instant. His gaze sharpened as he watched her move with a lithe sort of slinking grace that called to mind a viper poised to strike. He lifted his glass to his lips to conceal his face as he observed her carefully.

She was nothing like the women here; she was alive, burning with vicious, feral energy right under her skin. Did the sex-blind fools not see the rippling waves of bloodlust that seemed to pulse from her?

He raised an eyebrow. Perhaps even she herself was not fully aware of her strengths. She did look slightly uncertain, as if there was a small thread out of place in her mind, and she was fumbling to fit it back into the weave of her thoughts. He nodded to himself, deciding he would follow her and see how this little lioness decided to play with her new prey.


Larxene let him chatter on while she observed the drink in his hand. She was so damned thirsty; the bone-dry flesh in her throat screamed out for the amber relief in the glass. She put a finger to his lips, stopping him mid-spiel.

"I think I know you well enough now, dear." She said, accepting the drink without a second thought and downing it in an instant, not noticing the wild, vicious smirk on the man's face as she swallowed.

Within an instant of the liquid fire that now consumed her mouth and throat, her vision began to flash. Her head hurt so very, very much. Why was it all hurting?

The lightning within her howled and screamed, crackling and hissing as it rose up to defend its' mistress. There were hands on her now, hands with a bit of mocking gentleness as they grabbed at her, touching skin and digging in deep, drawing blood and

the lightning use the lightning Relane

It was nothing more than a tiny spark at first. A hesitant little spark that seemed to hum protectprotectprotect as it lit up around her. As her breathing became more labored, more panicked and frightened, the spark began to grow, and soon a chant of hurtmurdermaimkill began to build up in her mind as her skin began to crackle, making the man hiss with pain and try to pull away from her.

She held up her hand and pressed it against his cheek. The lightning eagerly raced down her arm and across her palm, getting right to work.

His skin began to peel and flake, revealing the pink, wet cavern of his mouth. He tried to scream, but the lightning had paralyzed his senses, leaving him helpless to move as she reached inside the gaping, sizzling hole in his mouth to pull out his tongue.

"Filthy words...filthy velvet liar's words..." She murmured, letting it sizzle and pop in her hand as it slithered to the floor with an unceremonious thump. "Hands..." She took his hands in hers in what might have been interpreted as a romantic gesture, had a knife not been clasped tightly in between her fist.

"Filthy, wretched, bruising hands...tearing hands, raping hands, hands that kill, no more, no more-" Something snapped inside her; the lightning seemed to pour out of her body in jagged waves, tearing into his flesh and burning him alive, right down to charred skin and blackened bone. It took only a few seconds. It felt like an eternity.

She watched with detached contempt as his bones scattered on the floor before her. She held out a hand and beckoned a tiny spark of lightning to settle on her palm, nuzzling it with an almost maternal pride before letting it settle back inside her.

"Amazing." The voice that came next startled her out of her thoughts, and she tensed immediately, turning around to strike at the new intruder. He didn't seem intimidated or frightened, however; he just smiled at her and kissed her hand. "That was a fine display." The calculating approval in his eyes disappeared for a moment, replaced by tender affection. "I'm very glad you're safe."

Larxene knew that she should be on guard, but...something about this man just made her so...happy. Not even making her feel the happiness, just...his existence seemed to complement hers. She trusted him implicitly.

"I'm Marluxia, lioness. May I inquire to your name?" He asked. Larxene nodded.

"Larxene. I'm...Larxene now." She told him. Marluxia nodded, taking her hand with care, and for the first time in her life, Larxene felt a gentle hand in hers. He kissed the top of her head and smiled.

"Well, Larxene, I believe we've got another appointment due." He murmured. "After all, it seems the party's over."