disclaimer: I don't own KH D:
a/n: this...this is not so good, yeah. I really just wanted to do something weird with the org. and i get this. DD: need feedback on the last line. keep it? lose it? and larxene is love. (also, i know i screwed up some timeline stuff. and the nobodies probably don't bleed. umm. it's a symbol. yeah.)
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She sits curled on the library couch when Axel and Roxas walk in. She doesn't bother to look up; the slightly irregular footfalls give away Roxas' slight discomfiture. Axel follows quickly, and soon the room stinks of sex. Larxene spares a thought for them, but only this once, because it's a rare event that Roxas lets Axel fuck him.
The green eyed Nobody sits next to her quite deliberately, and she shifts away. Roxas pretends not to notice anything. Her eyes water from what must be the smell. (How long did they go at it, she wonders.) Axel smiles and strokes her hair. "Hey Larxy, don't be jealous."
"I can't be jealous, Axel." There is the same savage bite behind the words that is in everything she does, and her book suddenly becomes the most interesting thing in the world.
"You can have your turn too, once I rest up."
Larxene doesn't dignify that with a response, only looks over at Roxas, who wears a look of honest indifference and is fiercely glad that Axel threw his lot in with a walking iceblock. The kid just looks at her with, is that pity? And she snarls. The air sparks as the door opens.
It's Marluxia. She's up to her feet before he can say a word and out the door, not even checking behind her too see if Axel fell into the space she's left behind.
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She has him on ground in twenty paces. It's not hard when you're the only female member in an organization of 13, and Larxene is a very hard worker. They take off their pants (perhaps rip is a better verb), but cloaks and shirts stay on because it's only business.
He grins wickedly, hatefully, and she thinks he could give her and Saix a run for their money as the local sadists, and lets her scissor her own fingers, without any lube, which is her decision. She knows that's how XIII does it, and if he can, she can, dammit. He fucks her into the floor, and she bites his shoulder till cloth tears and blood runs. (If she's lucky it'll leave a scar and he'll have to remember.)
When it's over Larxene stands, covers herself up, and leaves without a word. Marluxia watches her go, wide-eyed, and she knows she's won.
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Sora reminds her of Roxas, almost, with a look that almost pities her, and so she has him on the floor, too. He is Marluxia for a second, bleeding and hating and she's screaming. Sora doesn't want that and so they fight against the bright-white backdrop that Xemnas must have chosen for just such an occasion.
Larxene doesn't have a heart to stop beating as she crumbles on the floor into Marluxia's blood and watches Roxas' apathy flicker on and off in Sora's eyes as he runs from her. She can hear his heavy breath and sharp tears, a girl, a girl. She suspects she's won this time, too.
If she's really lucky, maybe Axel will still be falling into her absence.