A/N: Well, you all voted, and it was unanimous: This is now a collection.
This little oneshot certainly wasn't fluffy. Or angsty. Or anything really, besides completely random. I got the idea when I saw a Larxel oneshot on Marluxia and Axel having to put up with Larxene during 'that time'. You know. The time that boys are NEVER going to understand.
Also, I was sick of seeing Sea-Salt ice cream EVERYTHING. Seriously. If I see one more kid sitting on top of a railroad station tower, eating a blue popsicle, I think I'll gut out their internal organs and burn them.
I don't care that this was a random idea beyond belief. It was sure as hell fun to write.
Disclaimer: No. I don't own Larxene or Axel. Or Dairy Queen. Or even any form of chocolate ice cream. Though I AM eating pudding while typing this...
I c e C r e a m
"WHAT DO YOU CALL THIS SHIT?"
"Umm… ice cream?"
"HELL, NO! I ASKED YOU TO BRING ME ICE CREAM, BUT NOOOOO, YOU CAME BACK WITH THIS!"
Axel hissed out a breath. Oh, she was having her "Dot week", he was certain. The chocolate cravings, the increased amount of yelling—it was obvious.
And no one dared to mess with Larxene when she was having her you-know-what.
Which was precisely why he'd gone on and obliged to her request—actually, it was more of a demand, with death threats included—to go and fetch her some chocolate ice cream.
After he'd teleported to a random world, not wanting to face the wrath of the blonde's fury, the nearest restaurant that he had spotted had been something called a "Dairy Queen." Eh. Whatever.
Anyways, he'd seen they served some delicacy that was chocolate and frozen, so he hadn't hesitated to go inside and threaten to kill them unless they gave him the "Blizzard".
But as he ducked yet another kunai, he had this feeling that it hadn't been quite the ice cream she had wanted.
"I ASKED FOR CHOCOLATE, DAMN IT! NOT THIS FLUFFY STUFF!" she roared. The lights in the room were flickering on and off as electric sparks danced out from her position.
"What the heck does it matter? It's chocolate, isn't it?"
Larxene's left eye twitched. "I WANTED HARD, THICK, HONEST-TO-GOD CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM!" she shrieked. There was a shattering sound as the lightbulb in a nearby lamp exploded.
Axel muttered something under his breath inaudibly, but disappeared into the ever-popular black portal of darkness. It just wasn't wise to argue with her when she had even more hormones racing through her non-existent blood stream.
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Finally, the red-head returned, one hard pint of chocolatey goodness in his hands. He thrust it to the blonde, who observed it eagerly.
"Isn't there something you'd like to say?" he growled, deciding to press his luck with her mood.
She considered for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah: It took you long enough," she sneered, starting to pry open the lid.
"No need to be so pissy," Axel growled, turning on his heel to exit the room.
However, Larxene's mood had swung to a dangerous high again, once more in its rage-phase. "WHAT? LET'S SEE YOU DEAL WITH THIS KIND OF CRAP MONTHLY, HUH? SEE HOW PISSY YOU ACT!"
Axel turned around to argue with her a moment more, as most men so stupidly do when dealing with an enraged female. However, before he could even utter a word, the now-open pint of ice cream was flung at him, hitting him right in the face.
"WHAT THE HELL, LARXENE?" Axel yelled furiously, backing up a few steps—just in time to run into a laughing Demyx who was holding one of Xaldin's spears. Due to the Whirlwind Lancer's furious yells echoing from the hallways behind the boy, it was obvious that said mullet-possessing boy was running away so as not to be torn to bits by Xaldin's remaining spears..
Since Axel ran right into Demyx, Demyx accidentally dropped the spear onto the foot of a passing Luxord, who screamed in pain and agony as Axel pulled off the ice cream container with a disgusted face and the Melodious Nocturne quite fled for his life.
As Larxene swept her eyes over the scene before her, she grinned ecstatically, slowly closing her room door again. Yep--Axel would be the one to fetch her ice cream from now on.
A/N: Yes. Demyx IS an idiot in all of my fics that he's in.
I never liked Luxord anyways, so I didn't mind letting him get stabbed in the foot by a spear-thingy. Stupid card-playing bastard deserved it.
Believe it or not, most of this was actually inspired by my parents. Yes. That IS odd. But anyways, when my mom was having her own you-know-what, she wanted chocolate ice cream. So my dad went out and got her back a Blizzard from Dairy Queen; it was the only place that had been open at the time.
Well, my mom didn't want any of that fluffy Blizzard shit. She wanted hard chocolate ice cream, much as Larxene had. And I figured it would make the perfect plot idea for this little oneshot. However, only the Blizzard part of this drabble comes from that event. My mom didn't yell at him and throw anything at my father--though she did make him eat the Blizzard, since she refused to.
I want seven reviews for this. Simply because I'm in a seven-mood. So give me seven, or you'll be getting no update. My next oneshot is most likely going to be angsty. Simply because I haven't done something angsty in forever. Don't be surprised if it ends up being a song fic as well.
So, start working on those reviews. I already know what I'm writing for the next oneshot, so the faster you get my stupid demands met, the faster you get your stupid update.
Ha.I know this was funny and everything, but please don't try and get people to drop spears in other people's feet just because you liked that part of this. I don't want to be sued for warping your mind, no matter how much fun it is to do so.