A/N: Oh snap. I'm going to hell. Please don't shoot me. I love Larxene. I really do. I just... This came to me as I was eating with my family one night. Let's just say I more than sympathize with poor Vexen (except for the fact that I'm not a vegetarian).
It was true that Vexen wasn't the most social being out there, but that was because he couldn't find the "right crowd" for him (Lexaeus didn't talk much, and Zexion was more often than not nowhere to be found). His social problems worsened ever since Axel, Marluxia, and Larxene dragged him into their plot to take over the Organization. It was bad enough they talked him into helping them, but there was something even worse.
Damn Marluxia. Damn him to hell. Why did most of their meetings have to be over at dinnertime? Sure, Marluxia, just like he, is a vegetarian, and he appreciates that, but he rather enjoys Lexaeus' cooking and spending time with people he likes.
But the other two, the brutes as Vexen called them, were well... brutes. Especially the woman.
Now, for whatever reason, Vexen tended to stereotype things. He stereotyped women. He thought all women were gentle, compassionate, polite, sweet, and dependent. And then he met Larxene. Larxene was the opposite of what his definition of "women" was. She was independent, "out-there," and cruel. Not to mention to mention her table manners could use some work.
And this is why Vexen hated Marluxia and his damn meetings.
Watching Larxene eat chicken was like watching a lion rip flesh off of a zebra (or any other form of its prey). And it's not pretty to look at. Vexen was so thankful that there was no blood involved. Larxene must've read his mind, and just to piss him off further, commented with her mouth full, "needs ketchup."
Vexen tried to stay calm. Calm down, Vexen. Calm freakin' DOWN. Zexion is not a vegetarian. You respect that. Lexaeus is not a vegetarian. You respect that. Goddammit, CALM DOWN! He twitched and his knife made that nasty fingernails-on-a-chalkboard sound against his plate.
With a mouthful of ketchup-stained chicken, Larxene picked her head up to face Vexen. "Mmmf? Something wrong Grandpa?"
Vexen stood up almost violently, knocking his chair backwards. He pushed his plate towards the center of the table and took great pleasure in storming out of the room. Not only did she have the nerve to call him "old," but she was STILL eating like a caveman!
"I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU NEOPHYTES!"
Is it wrong that I can actually imagine this happening? o.O; Again, I apologize to Larxene fans. And Vexen fans. For stereotyping women. I just thought... It would help the fic? -SHOT- I mean, goddammit, as not-feminine as I am, I'm a girl too!
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