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Memory
Larxene felt the heaviness of her potential deed on her shoulders. It infected everything in her, she felt sick every part of her felt sick. Mentally, Physically, Emotionally – everything was infected with a poison. She observed her face in the mirror, her skin was pale and shrunken, and she looked sallow and worn. The effects of no sleep, Larxene had tossed and turned fearful of the morning.
It seemed so strange and unlikely but Larxene actually enjoyed Zexion's company, it was funny how she'd tease him and he would just sit there and ignore her even though she could she him almost smiling. She stopped herself from giggling at the memory. Telling him they couldn't be friends all because of Marluxia would hurt, she'd miss everything. It would be back to normal days reading in the library or scheming with Marluxia and that immature idiot, Axel.
What would Zexion say? What would he do? Would he speak out or would he simply agree with it like always?
Stop it! He probably be happy that you finally get to leave him alone.
Larxene sighed and tried to look like normal furious Larxene no one could see through the cracks in her mask.
XxxXxxX
Where is he?
Larxene stomped around the castle stopping to ask anyone around. In was early afternoon and no one had seen Zexion. Even Lexaeus said Zexion had left their room early without mentioning his whereabouts. Concern and annoyance could be seen her eyes.
"Looking for something?"
Larxene filled with dread, Marluxia.
"No," She answered squarely.
"I think I spotted our little friend in the gardens."
"In the gardens? What did you do to him!" Larxene spun around frantically to meet Marluxia's eyes.
"Nothing really. It's what you're going to do, you plan on telling him soon?"
Larxene looked down away from his face, "Yes. Today."
Marluxia nodded, "You can find in the castle gardens by the pond. What he's doing outside I'll never none."
Then it hit Larxene and she grinned, an ear-to-ear grin.
"He's keeping a promise."
XxxXxxX
Absolute silence.
For years Zexion had looked for absolute silence and he had finally found it in an unusual place – Castle Oblivion Gardens. The gardens were never crowded, they didn't echo mocking voices, they were never noisy, they didn't carry unpleasant scents, and most off all they were real – not a twisted copy.
Visited only by their tender, Marluxia, who Zexion had seen earlier caring for a weak tree. The man was a puzzle of surprises, today Zexion stumbled across a softer Marluxia. The Graceful Assassin had cooed to the small tree, soft and sweetly. There was no hint of tension or nerves in his voice, no pent up anger or aggression in his body – but he had quickly regained this when he discovered Zexion.
Feeling the wind on his back as it swept through the trees sending trembles throughout their leaves. He could feel the heat of the sun on the back of his neck while his face absorbed the coolness seeping off the tiny decorative pond.
Absolute peace.
There was a change in his surroundings, an organization member fast approaching with an air of concern and panic, Larxene. Spinning around feeling off center himself, he was completely thrown off as she slammed into him, embracing him in a panicked hug.
"Thank Kingdom Hearts! I-I thought Marluxia had d-done something to y-you!"
Zexion remained frozen and motionless not knowing for once what to do. Larxene kept still before throwing her arms off and backing away suddenly, realizing the awkwardness.
"S-s-sorry I kinda got carried away there."
He waved her off, unable to find his bearings.
She looked sad and distraught, worn down and beaten.
"Its just that with Marluxia I don't understand him and he can scare me sometimes, its stupid I know. But I take him seriously and – and he told me that I-I have to stop…hanging out with you, I-I don't know why."
Zexion hadn't noticed Larxene wince at her lie.
He smirked however and he smiled at Larxene's surprise, "Funny…Vexen told me the same thing too."
Larxene swallowed and forced her normal wicked sneer, "Really? Funny."
"Maybe they feel threatened." Zexion added.
"Yeah, threatened."
"I wonder why."
"No Idea."
"Agreed."
"Acting strange."
"What?"
"Who we talking about?"
"What?"
"Ok! All right! Marluxia feels threatened by Vexen and you're close to him! And I'm close to Marluxia but I talk to you! And-and-and…" Larxene squeaked unable to finish as she bite back her tongue.
"Its fine, I understand everything." Zexion sighed.
"You…you do?"
"Perfectly."
A relaxed expression softened Larxene's features and she smirked, almost professionally avoiding the air of tension around them.
"So what do we do?"
It was a question he heard often from many and it usual involved simple answers, but he didn't have a simple answer he could say without hurting himself or her.
"Look. We made a bet, you tried being nice and I tried sunshine – bets over deals done. Now we continue on like it was a week ago, you don't have to go through the pain of being nice to me or me being nice to you. Its not like we're attached."
Larxene looked like a wreck heading for a cliff, but like the changing tide her expression changed a little to hurt, pain, then anger, and then defiance. Amused ever so slightly by the way he could shake things off and deny the growing friendship between them.
"You're right, enoughs enough. It was fun, see yah around, bookworm." She punched him in the arm for added effect and calmly strolled back inside.
Zexion turned back to the pond, which through all of this still kept its normalcy.
This past week would all be a distant memory soon…memories of nothing…no future and no potential. Why? Because even though it hurt, it was all just hopes and dreams – dreams like Xemnas's dream of regaining his memory or Saix's finding his heart, dreams that wouldn't come true…squashed dreams and false hope.
XxxXxxX
Larxene avoided the sobs developing in her chest, avoided the tears threatening to spill. Remembering that everything she felt was reenactments of someone else's, they were nothing and that filled her with new resolve. She had to do this – she would do this. The pain wasn't real and eventually it would go away, fade away just like her. The only thing left if she was lucky, would be a memory.
-END-
Well…dilemma, dilemma. Shall I end it now…or shall I continue with something even more dramatic?
