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First off before I attempt to start this chapter, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who has bothered to write a review, makes things worth while :) So far no flames which I am happy about :) Anyways no more rabbling and lets get to the humerous side of the story...
For The Love Of Laundry
Zexion smirked evily as he thought about his scheme over and over in the stillness of his quarters. It was coming to her for sure, she wanted to start this game and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to play all his cards. It had been four days since Larxene made her intentions known and in those few days she had been annoyingly nice, but only to Zexion. While she picked at Axel, insulted Vexen, snubbed Xigbar, or shoved Namine, she'd smile for Zexion. She'd save a seat for him at the table, pour him wine, or even filled him in on current gossip – which really was meaningless to him but he still found it funny.
The other organization members took notice to this and drew their own conclusions. Some openly expressed their thoughts – Axel while others fumed in silence – Marluxia. Larxene was always quick to cut the rumors down however, a sharp look was enough to shut Xigbar up while the sharp end of a knife worked well on Axel.
Zexion decided that there was no way in the whole World That Never Was that Larxene was going to agree with his idea. He turned to his roomate Lexaeus who was just about to leave.
"Are you going to the upper levels?"
Lexaeus grunted which Zexion took as a yes, being roomates with the man for awhile now he had began to understand what certain grunts and looks meant.
"If you see Larxene could you kindly send her to our quarters?"
Lexaeus frowned which quickly turned to a suspicious scowl, "Fine."
Zexion watched the titan built man close the door and he sighed deeply, these past days had taken their toll on his spirit. He was beginning to dread his fellow organization members and their mocking or questioning stares. He remembered his past conversation with Axel.
Flashback...
"So...Zexion...have you...ummm...tapped that yet?"
Zexion's eyes shot up from his book, "What!"
"Oh c'mon! You have Larxene tending on you hand and foot you must be some kind of god..."
Once again the cloacked schemer just stared at the pyro.
"You know a god...god of kinky sex..."
Zexion shook his head, "Just shut up! No! I haven't...we haven't done anything like that! The thought is just...disgusting!"
The pyro just laughed at the shocked expression on the boy's face, "Ok buddy...whatever."
End of flashback.
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( Please give me a moment to laugh my ass off! Whew...back to the story)
Larxene prowled the hallways like a predator searching for it's prey...like a wild cat with claws outstretched and ready to attack on the helpless...
"Larxene!"
The blonde spun around and hit the rock hard chest of Lexaeus, she looked up at him wrinkling her nose.
"What the hell do you want?"
The man's scowl deepened, if that was even possible.
"Zexion wants to see you in his room."
"Why?"
Lexaeus shrugged and stalked off pushing past the girl rather roughly. Larxene stood there for a moment pondering the results of her walking into Zexion's room – none of which looked good. But her curious nature begged for the chance of knowing what that emo kid wanted, she also wanted to know what his room looked like. Would it be messy and littered with lab reports and old chemicals like Vexen's? Or would it be neat and orderly, everything in plain sight like Marluxia's?
She shrugged, she fiqured if the blue haired man tried anything creepy she could kick his ass – she had after all never seen him fight, Xemnas said that Zexion was just too good for that while Saix had said Zexion was just a wimp. None the less she bounded down the halls and further down the staircase to the damp basement where Zexion's room was sure to be.
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The Savage Nymph knocked and waited.
"You May Enter," A voice said.
So Larxene did, readying her eyes for whatever shock she was about to witness. Nothing hit her. No bright lights or overwhelming feelings. Zexion sat simply on a bed with black sheets, back aganist the grey wall and feet resting on the edge of the bed, a half-read book opened on his lap. His half of the room was almost empty, a bed, a chair, a dresser with a mirror, and a bookshelf stuffed with books and loose paper was at that Zexion had. It would be considered neat if it weren't so empty. The other half of the room was dedicated to strange weights and exercise equipment – hands down it was Lexaeus's side.
"Someone told me you had something to say to me," Larxene sniffed resting her hands on her hips.
Zexion nodded, "Since you've been so helpful and seem to like being kept "busy" I thought you'd like this."
Zexion pointed to a massive pile of clothes that had built up in the corner by the door, Larxene was amazed that she had missed something that big.
"Me and Lexaeus would be forever grateful if you could lend a hand with our laundry."
Blood raced through the woman's veins and she felt a new color rise to her cheeks. He was testing her, her and her little game. She measured up the mass of clothes and the serious look on Zexion's face, it would take her the whole day to wash those!
She turned to the cloaked schemer with her face flushed and smiled, it was painfully forced and looked terrible on her angry features.
"It would be my pleasure." She said through clenched teeth, bowing slightly for added effect. Yes she was good...
Zexion was amazed but he didn't let her see this, he nodded. "Well then, you best get started."
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OMG! That was cute and funny...will Larxene get back at Zexion?...and what about those damn dirty rumors?
