Disclaimer: Ok, these things are so stupid! So why do I keep putting them on...oh thats right...Square Enix will sue my ass if I don't. I own nothing related to kingdom hearts or its characters.

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Note to all readers This will be my last update for about thirteen days, I'm leaving on vacation, but fear not! I will be back and make an extra long chapter when I get home!

The Itch

Everyone saw the Savage Nymph storm through the hallways with an armload of laundry she looked unnaturally pissed off, and anyone smart decided to get the hell out of the way. Her path to the laundry room was a slow progress, she stopped often to balance the heavy load in her tired arms or to pick up fallen articles of clothing – even though she'd love to just leave them there and see what Zexion would do without any pants.

"There is no way all of this came from him and Lexaeus!" She huffed.

The laundry room was empty, completely free of people and clothes. Larxene thanked whatever angel was watching her as she laid the bundle down on the nearest table. She turned the washing machine on and listened to it's mechanic hum, it was soothing oddly enough.

She throw whatever articles reached her hand first not caring to sort through the colors. And was amazed that the whole bundle fit, of course this came with much pushing and trouble. Grasping for the detergent she stopped to stare at a bright yellow box.

Starch was written in bold print on the side, it was a known fact that some of the more "picky" organization members liked to add starch to their laundry, it stiffened the fabric and gave it an older looking appeal. Zexion didn't use starch, she knew this for a fact. Wouldn't it be neat to see what it would be like if he had to walk around in a super stiff cloak?

Evily she throw in the detergent and an extra cup of starch, way more then required. Forcing the machine's lid down she pushed the start button and waited.

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(ohhhh...whats gonna happen?)

The wicked and oh so cute vilian observed her creation, every last piece of material was stiff as a board. No wrinkles or creases, Larxene couldn't even undo a button. She giggled as she scooped the pile into her arms and made a beeline to the young scientist's room.

She didn't even bother knocking not like she could, her arms were sore and loaded with clean laundry. Zexion was still reading and not doing something weird thank the gods. He looked up from his book, eyebrows formed in a perfect arch.

"Don't I even get a hello?"

Larxene dumped the pile on the floor and waved him off, "There! I'm finished! Is there anything else I can do?"

Zexion just stared at the pile and shook his head, "I think you've done...everything."

Larxene smirked, "Heh, that wasn't so hard."

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Early morning was always quiet and Zexion loved these times, he could go anywhere and not be bothered it was the sole reason he woke up so early. Slipping out from his bed he allowed his sleepy muscles to stretch before opening his chest of drawers in search of clothes and his cloak.

Not bothering much with them he picked them out and headed for the showers.

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"Hmmm? Why isn't this working?"

Zexion struggled with his pants, they were so...stiff? He could barely move his legs without feeling the fabric of the pants stretch unwillingly. The same went with his shirt, which he had managed to fit into without too much hassle. He grabbed at his cloak which instead of hanging limp over his arm seemed flat and coarse, he sniffed the sleeve and immedialty recoiled - Starch!

Larxene obviously had other plans for his clothes, but really she had pushed too far only because he was...allergic to starch and its properties.

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Larxene couldn't imagine why Zexion looked so disgruntle at breakfast, he sat across from her today. He had ingnored her request to sit beside her and she couldn't possibly know why.

"Trouble in paradise?" Axel leaned in and asked.

Larxene flashed him a devious smile, "I do not know."

It was halfway through breakfast that she really didn't know what was going on.

"Are you alright, number six?"

Everyone looked from the Superior who had addressed the young man to Zexion. Zexion didn't look alright, he looked paler then usual and his eyes seemed watery.

"I'm fine." Even his voice sounded distant.

Xemnas frowned, "It really doesn't look that way."

No one seemed to notice Zexion's free hand scratching away at his leg.

"Maybe it's the food," Axel piped in, "Demyx really doesn't have a way with cooking."

Demyx looked hurt.

"The Superior is right, number six you look feverish." Vexen replied.

Zexion shook his head dismissvly, "I feel fine."

"Fake!" Someone coughed, it sounded like Xigbar.

"Xigbar its his problem not yours," Marluxia scolded.

Zexion looked from his untouched plate to the Superior, "Maybe I will go lie down."

Xemnas nodded.

The cloaked schemer left the table and headed for his room, and his nice warm bed.

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Larxene made it through breakfast while fighting the urge to dart off to Zexion's room and see what was wrong. Maybe the whole starch thing had pushed him too far. Once the other organization members left the hall Larxene scurried to his room.

She knocked lightly trying hard not to sound desperate.

"You can come in Larxene, I need to talk to you."

She walked in and saw him lying ontop of his bed scratching ridiciously at his arms. Upon further inspection she saw large red welts covering the man's arms, legs, and who else knows where.

"What is-?"

"Its from the starch," He interupted her, "I'm allergic to starch – I get the itch."

Larxene's face fell with utter concern and guilt, "I'm soooo sorry I didn't know!"

Zexion chuckled, "You actually look worried."

Larxene frowned and looked at him, "Thats because I am."

He smirked, it was a cross between a smile and a smirk really. "Its alright."

"No it isn't, If I wasn't such a-"

"No really, I should have told you beforehand."

"Look! Stop interupting me! You always act like that!"

"Act like what?"

"Like That."

"And That is-"

"That."

Larxene stopped to take a breath, she sighed. "If you let me talk for a second, I'm sorry about the starch and the least I can do is get you something for it."

Larxene jumped up to go to her room she had this really good cream for itchs and burns, but a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist pulling her in.

She looked at Zexion suprised.

"Thank you," He said.

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